Fill - Derek/Stiles, WARNING: Violence, 1(a)/2callmeadreamerJuly 23 2011, 09:22:09 UTC
Counting Bodies Like Sheep
It’s hard for him to comprehend exactly what’s happening. He can see the basic outlines of two males - the two whose voices are splitting his head in two as everywhere else on his body begins to burn - and the treetops darkening in the dusk just above their heads.
It takes him a minute to focus in on their voices, takes him another minute to be able to understand the words they’re blabbering are actually snippets from their argument.
“-you need to, or he’s going to die.” The older Beta wolf growls to the teen kneeling across from him, both holding vigil.
He feels pressure sliding against his chest as his fingers prod and looks down, craning his neck against the burning to try and find out why his chest hurts so fucking much. They come back soaked in blood. His blood
( ... )
Fill - Derek/Stiles, WARNING: Violence, 1(b)/2callmeadreamerJuly 23 2011, 09:22:37 UTC
“Okay, hate to break up the wolf-off you guys are having, but I’m kinda dying here!” He spluttered, his lungs feeling weird as he tried to inhale. It was like he was drowning. He was smart enough to know that he wasn’t far from dying like Derek had said. When you watch stuff like Grey’s Anatomy for Katherine Heigl, you pick up on enough medical crap to know when you are completely and utterly screwed, even though you think you’ll never have to apply it to actuality.
“I’m not biting him!” Scott staunchly refused. He couldn’t do that to his best friend. He couldn’t - wouldn’t - be the one to inflict that on Stiles, of all people. Jackson, maybe. But not Stiles
( ... )
Fill - Derek/Stiles, WARNING: Violence, 2(a)/2callmeadreamerJuly 23 2011, 09:27:14 UTC
There was no way they could take Stiles to the hospital. They knew it was working by the fact that he was still breathing, despite bleeding heavily still. Between the bullet wound and the bite, the only excuse was that his body was healing itself by replenishing the blood first while the rest slowly healed. If they took him to a hospital, it raised way too many questions. And this wasn’t The Vampire Diaries where they could just make anyone do what they wanted with simple eye contact.
“His father!” Scott’s voice broke through the silence suddenly, irritating Derek more than usual.
“Take care of it.”
“But Stiles-”
“I’ll watch over him. He’s part of my pack now; he’s my responsibility to keep safe. But he’s your best friend, which means that because you know his people he’s yours to make sure no one comes looking for, for the next twenty-four hours.” Derek’s tone was final as he kept his eyes locked on the paler than normal boy. He didn’t relax a bit, even when Scott left and he was alone.
Re: Fill - Basics 2/3ladyslvrAugust 6 2011, 06:27:28 UTC
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” she quipped. Years of sex ed classes and PSAs repeated “no means no” in her head. It sounded wrong from the warning to be coming from a guy
( ... )
Re: Fill - Basics 3/3ladyslvrAugust 6 2011, 06:27:53 UTC
She rolled off him, up on to her knees. Her chest felt chilled without his hands there. A different ache settled in her at having to discontinue their explorations. They would both have to become a lot more vigilant, a lot more able to say no if they ever wanted to say yes. “You’re-“ she started, stumbled over the next word.
“Changing,” he supplied, adding, “I know,” with a frustrated groan. His now empty hands curled into fists and slammed down on to the bed. The mattress jumped with the impact. “I’m sorry.” She caught a flash of teeth.
“Don’t be.” She surprised herself at how much she meant that. “We’ll just have to keep practicing.”
“You’d do that?” Scott asked, sounding amazed.
In answer, she gave him the smile that was all dimples, the one she knew he was helpless to.
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It’s hard for him to comprehend exactly what’s happening. He can see the basic outlines of two males - the two whose voices are splitting his head in two as everywhere else on his body begins to burn - and the treetops darkening in the dusk just above their heads.
It takes him a minute to focus in on their voices, takes him another minute to be able to understand the words they’re blabbering are actually snippets from their argument.
“-you need to, or he’s going to die.” The older Beta wolf growls to the teen kneeling across from him, both holding vigil.
He feels pressure sliding against his chest as his fingers prod and looks down, craning his neck against the burning to try and find out why his chest hurts so fucking much. They come back soaked in blood. His blood ( ... )
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“I’m not biting him!” Scott staunchly refused. He couldn’t do that to his best friend. He couldn’t - wouldn’t - be the one to inflict that on Stiles, of all people. Jackson, maybe. But not Stiles ( ... )
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“His father!” Scott’s voice broke through the silence suddenly, irritating Derek more than usual.
“Take care of it.”
“But Stiles-”
“I’ll watch over him. He’s part of my pack now; he’s my responsibility to keep safe. But he’s your best friend, which means that because you know his people he’s yours to make sure no one comes looking for, for the next twenty-four hours.” Derek’s tone was final as he kept his eyes locked on the paler than normal boy. He didn’t relax a bit, even when Scott left and he was alone.
The implications of this. That word. ( ... )
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“Changing,” he supplied, adding, “I know,” with a frustrated groan. His now empty hands curled into fists and slammed down on to the bed. The mattress jumped with the impact. “I’m sorry.” She caught a flash of teeth.
“Don’t be.” She surprised herself at how much she meant that. “We’ll just have to keep practicing.”
“You’d do that?” Scott asked, sounding amazed.
In answer, she gave him the smile that was all dimples, the one she knew he was helpless to.
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