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[December 6th] [Teen Wolf] Wrong
Title: Wrong (Mouth Full Words I Can't Say)
Prompt: 6.However, returning to the world like this proves nothing.
Series: Teen Wolf
Character/Pairing: Sterek
Rating: Teen
”Where's Derek?” Stiles asks, because he cannot not ask, he needs to know with an ache that is startling, even after all he's said told Derek, after all the words he's poured out, after all he knows of how they are hurtling towards each other, ready to crash. And they had done that already, hadn't they?
Stiles is so happy now that his dad knows about the werewolf thing, because if he would have had to keep both that and his feelings towards Derek from him... Stiles knew with startling clarity that it would tear him apart. Plus, his dad is safer in knowing, Stiles hopes. He has to be, more intel over threats equals safer against them... well, at least if his dad doesn't go against hostile werewolves or something on his own, as there is a lot he doesn't know about fighting them. (And it had not been like Stiles would have been able to sneak wolfs bane laced bullets into his dad's service revolver without his dad noticing and him having to explain why he was tampering with his dad's gun.)
His dad takes his time answering. Finally, he does, convincing Stiles that his version of guilt-tripping puppy eyes works on his dad still. Not that Stiles uses them that much these days... not after all the lies. Guilt-tripping his dad into things leaves a bad taste in his mouth now, unless it involves his dad's diet, then all bets are off.
“He went home...” His dad tells Stiles, “or whatever odd version of home he has.” His dad looks confused and Stiles suddenly thinks that he knows where this is headed. Maybe he shouldn't have asked, even when not knowing where Derek is is driving him to distraction. And then his dad does the expected. “Where does he even live now?”
Stiles realizes that his dad really doesn't know, even when the question itself was clearly coming. And he promises himself that he has to guilt Scott into helping him convince Derek to move out of the old Hale house. For public safety, Derek's safety and for the safety of puppies and, no, that was from Buffy, but for the calm of Stiles' mind. Even when, if Derek had lived in town, Stiles would most likely still lie buried in snow, oh so close to a frozen death by now.
“At the old Hale house...” Stiles tells his dad, because there's no avoiding the truth ugly as it is, wincing a bit as he moves up on the bed, he feels sore inside, and out, even when that doesn't maybe make sense.
Stiles hears his dad suck in a breath at his words. “Is he crazy?” His dad asks.
Stiles just chuckles darkly. “No, he's just Derek Hale, mister Broody McWerepants,” he tells his dad.
“But how can he bear it... doesn't he? We barely survived and he...”
And oh my god his dad is sympathizing with Derek-bloody-infuriating-Hale! Suddenly Stiles feels that he must still be in a crazy post-hypothermia delusion, even when he gets why his dad feels for Derek. Despite having arrested him not that long time ago. But losing family members and the grief that's attached? That is what his dad gets. Sympathizes with.
Maybe Stiles won't have to keep Derek a secret from his dad if he can get past all the Alpha's problems and carve a place for himself by his side, show Derek that he deserves some happiness, too, not just welling in his sorrow and distancing himself from everyone.
“Yeah, Derek's not big on the moving on, or functioning like a normal person when it comes to trying to move on.” Stiles tells his dad. “Maybe he was better before he came back to Beacon Hills, don't know. Kinda wish I did.”
“Do I need to have a talk with him over how he treats you?” his dad asks and that, that just makes all the air whoosh out of Stiles' lungs and his heart monitor beep wildly. He hadn't even noticed he was hooked up into one.
Well, it is a bit too much, even when his dad is the sheriff and very, very perceptive (even with how long Stiles had managed to keep the werewolf situation from him and his dad not figuring it out on his own). Calm, he needs to calm down before he has a panic attack. He feels it edging, coming closer and closer. He isn't usually this easy to slip into them, but, ok, so his nerves are a bit frayed in the wake of his near brush with death, after all. He can feel it close, lurking and he doesn't want to. No-one's dying, he's safe, his dad's safe, Derek's, supposedly, safe.
And this isn't... isn't... doesn't feel right. There's... But he can't gather his thoughts because it's so hard to breathe and... But no... this isn't... why can't he...
Then his dad is looking straight into his eyes, anchoring him, hands cupping his face and Stiles kinda hates himself that he has so many problems, that he makes his dad worry this much.
“Stiles, look at me, breathe. Everything is fine. I'm not mad, well... but no. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...”
It takes several breaths but then the feeling of an impending, almost-happening, panic attack tapers off and he's present, fully present and his thoughts settled, following his dad's words. His hands are holding onto his dad's arms and the IV hurts a bit but Stiles doesn't care.
“How bad was it? When Derek brought me in?” He has to ask, because this hair-trigger situation is not normal. Not even after... or so he thinks.
“Well, he should have brought you in straight after he dragged you up from the snow,” his dad says and snatches him into a tight hug. “But there's something... the doctors didn't think you were in the snow that long. There's something...”
So there was something, Stiles hadn't imagined the wrongness of it, but it'll have to wait.
“So I'm?...” Stiles doesn't know what to say, which is scary enough. Because he always has something to say. Always.
“You're awake and should be fine, they tell me.”
But then a nurse comes in, of course, a doctor at his heels and Stiles is not convinced at all that what his dad says is the truth, that it will be ok. Because the look on the doctors face... yeah, not really a confidence boost. Also, the wrongness of the near-panic-attack? Not calm inducing at all.
“Oh god am I dying?” Stiles blurts out the first thing which comes to his mouth, as the doctor examines him, frowns at the heart-monitor and looks at Stiles with a frown.
“No,” the doctor answers, quick and to the point, “but we are keeping you in overnight and maybe tomorrow. Running a few tests, as you reaction to hypothermia was a bit... extreme, and I want to monitor you.”
“The whole snowstorm is a bit extreme,” Stiles' dad puts in. He's now sitting back in the chair as the doctor and nurse hover over Stiles.
Stiles sees the doctor nod and frown. “Yes. This is Beacon Hills and it's now four feet deep and it's still going strong,” the doctor shakes his head while he jots down some things into Stiles' chart. “It's not normal in any way.”
And that, that gives Stiles something to focus on. Not normal is what he can work with. Because four feet of snow in Beacon Hills is overkill and reeks of magic to Stiles, so maybe his over the top reaction is just because of the magic... which could also mean that there is something hostile after him which is just what his life is these days.
Prompt: 6.However, returning to the world like this proves nothing.
Series: Teen Wolf
Character/Pairing: Sterek
Rating: Teen
”Where's Derek?” Stiles asks, because he cannot not ask, he needs to know with an ache that is startling, even after all he's said told Derek, after all the words he's poured out, after all he knows of how they are hurtling towards each other, ready to crash. And they had done that already, hadn't they?
Stiles is so happy now that his dad knows about the werewolf thing, because if he would have had to keep both that and his feelings towards Derek from him... Stiles knew with startling clarity that it would tear him apart. Plus, his dad is safer in knowing, Stiles hopes. He has to be, more intel over threats equals safer against them... well, at least if his dad doesn't go against hostile werewolves or something on his own, as there is a lot he doesn't know about fighting them. (And it had not been like Stiles would have been able to sneak wolfs bane laced bullets into his dad's service revolver without his dad noticing and him having to explain why he was tampering with his dad's gun.)
His dad takes his time answering. Finally, he does, convincing Stiles that his version of guilt-tripping puppy eyes works on his dad still. Not that Stiles uses them that much these days... not after all the lies. Guilt-tripping his dad into things leaves a bad taste in his mouth now, unless it involves his dad's diet, then all bets are off.
“He went home...” His dad tells Stiles, “or whatever odd version of home he has.” His dad looks confused and Stiles suddenly thinks that he knows where this is headed. Maybe he shouldn't have asked, even when not knowing where Derek is is driving him to distraction. And then his dad does the expected. “Where does he even live now?”
Stiles realizes that his dad really doesn't know, even when the question itself was clearly coming. And he promises himself that he has to guilt Scott into helping him convince Derek to move out of the old Hale house. For public safety, Derek's safety and for the safety of puppies and, no, that was from Buffy, but for the calm of Stiles' mind. Even when, if Derek had lived in town, Stiles would most likely still lie buried in snow, oh so close to a frozen death by now.
“At the old Hale house...” Stiles tells his dad, because there's no avoiding the truth ugly as it is, wincing a bit as he moves up on the bed, he feels sore inside, and out, even when that doesn't maybe make sense.
Stiles hears his dad suck in a breath at his words. “Is he crazy?” His dad asks.
Stiles just chuckles darkly. “No, he's just Derek Hale, mister Broody McWerepants,” he tells his dad.
“But how can he bear it... doesn't he? We barely survived and he...”
And oh my god his dad is sympathizing with Derek-bloody-infuriating-Hale! Suddenly Stiles feels that he must still be in a crazy post-hypothermia delusion, even when he gets why his dad feels for Derek. Despite having arrested him not that long time ago. But losing family members and the grief that's attached? That is what his dad gets. Sympathizes with.
Maybe Stiles won't have to keep Derek a secret from his dad if he can get past all the Alpha's problems and carve a place for himself by his side, show Derek that he deserves some happiness, too, not just welling in his sorrow and distancing himself from everyone.
“Yeah, Derek's not big on the moving on, or functioning like a normal person when it comes to trying to move on.” Stiles tells his dad. “Maybe he was better before he came back to Beacon Hills, don't know. Kinda wish I did.”
“Do I need to have a talk with him over how he treats you?” his dad asks and that, that just makes all the air whoosh out of Stiles' lungs and his heart monitor beep wildly. He hadn't even noticed he was hooked up into one.
Well, it is a bit too much, even when his dad is the sheriff and very, very perceptive (even with how long Stiles had managed to keep the werewolf situation from him and his dad not figuring it out on his own). Calm, he needs to calm down before he has a panic attack. He feels it edging, coming closer and closer. He isn't usually this easy to slip into them, but, ok, so his nerves are a bit frayed in the wake of his near brush with death, after all. He can feel it close, lurking and he doesn't want to. No-one's dying, he's safe, his dad's safe, Derek's, supposedly, safe.
And this isn't... isn't... doesn't feel right. There's... But he can't gather his thoughts because it's so hard to breathe and... But no... this isn't... why can't he...
Then his dad is looking straight into his eyes, anchoring him, hands cupping his face and Stiles kinda hates himself that he has so many problems, that he makes his dad worry this much.
“Stiles, look at me, breathe. Everything is fine. I'm not mad, well... but no. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe...”
It takes several breaths but then the feeling of an impending, almost-happening, panic attack tapers off and he's present, fully present and his thoughts settled, following his dad's words. His hands are holding onto his dad's arms and the IV hurts a bit but Stiles doesn't care.
“How bad was it? When Derek brought me in?” He has to ask, because this hair-trigger situation is not normal. Not even after... or so he thinks.
“Well, he should have brought you in straight after he dragged you up from the snow,” his dad says and snatches him into a tight hug. “But there's something... the doctors didn't think you were in the snow that long. There's something...”
So there was something, Stiles hadn't imagined the wrongness of it, but it'll have to wait.
“So I'm?...” Stiles doesn't know what to say, which is scary enough. Because he always has something to say. Always.
“You're awake and should be fine, they tell me.”
But then a nurse comes in, of course, a doctor at his heels and Stiles is not convinced at all that what his dad says is the truth, that it will be ok. Because the look on the doctors face... yeah, not really a confidence boost. Also, the wrongness of the near-panic-attack? Not calm inducing at all.
“Oh god am I dying?” Stiles blurts out the first thing which comes to his mouth, as the doctor examines him, frowns at the heart-monitor and looks at Stiles with a frown.
“No,” the doctor answers, quick and to the point, “but we are keeping you in overnight and maybe tomorrow. Running a few tests, as you reaction to hypothermia was a bit... extreme, and I want to monitor you.”
“The whole snowstorm is a bit extreme,” Stiles' dad puts in. He's now sitting back in the chair as the doctor and nurse hover over Stiles.
Stiles sees the doctor nod and frown. “Yes. This is Beacon Hills and it's now four feet deep and it's still going strong,” the doctor shakes his head while he jots down some things into Stiles' chart. “It's not normal in any way.”
And that, that gives Stiles something to focus on. Not normal is what he can work with. Because four feet of snow in Beacon Hills is overkill and reeks of magic to Stiles, so maybe his over the top reaction is just because of the magic... which could also mean that there is something hostile after him which is just what his life is these days.