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[December 19th] [Teen Wolf]
Title: Counting Your Heartbeats
Day/Prompt:19.We obsess. It's our nature.
Series:Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Derek counts the beats of Stiles heart. Because he has to. If he doesn't, he would grumble, his legs would give up and he would fall down onto the floor below.
The hours tick by, every movement of the clock hands a strike, a blow, a second closer to doom.
Yet, Stiles lives. His body is embracing the bite, Derek thinks how he can almost feel the way the boy's human body is shifting, changing, re-arranging. At least, he can smell the scent of death, which had overlaid Stiles' normal smell, receding, lessening. And it is good. The sulfur smell is still there, the demon not gone, but Derek decides that he doesn't need to think on that.
”What time is it?” He asks the room, his beta's, after what feels like forever. He cannot take his eyes off of Stiles to check it himself, half-afraid that if he were to do so, Stiles could disappear. Could lose the battle, could draw a last rattling breath, his heart beat a last soft and weak beat.
Derek could pick up Stiles in a crowd by his heartbeat yet he has to count, has to observe, obsess.
There's a shuffle of feet behind him. Scott. “7.45,” he says. “Should be coming soon.”
Derek sighs then breathes with Stiles again. He's holding onto Stiles' wrist, the boy had settled in the last hour or so, lying still on the examination table now. There's just him, Stiles, Scott and Deaton in the room now. Boyd and Erica took Isaac home, because he was becoming so distressed the longer Stiles kept trashing.
It's been one of the most violent transformations that Derek has ever seen in his life. Not that he has seen that many, being a born wolf, but he had been there for his other beta's. And none of them had been as violent as Stiles'. For some agonizing moments earlier, Derek had really thought that Stiles would die. But now that he knew that the bite was taking hold, that it wasn't killing Stiles, he still worried.
Would worry until Stiles' scent was back to normal, his eyes stayed the same color and his words were his own.
His worry only grew as he heard gravel scrunch outside and the purr of an engine grind to a halt. The hunters. The wait was over.
Day/Prompt:19.We obsess. It's our nature.
Series:Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Derek counts the beats of Stiles heart. Because he has to. If he doesn't, he would grumble, his legs would give up and he would fall down onto the floor below.
The hours tick by, every movement of the clock hands a strike, a blow, a second closer to doom.
Yet, Stiles lives. His body is embracing the bite, Derek thinks how he can almost feel the way the boy's human body is shifting, changing, re-arranging. At least, he can smell the scent of death, which had overlaid Stiles' normal smell, receding, lessening. And it is good. The sulfur smell is still there, the demon not gone, but Derek decides that he doesn't need to think on that.
”What time is it?” He asks the room, his beta's, after what feels like forever. He cannot take his eyes off of Stiles to check it himself, half-afraid that if he were to do so, Stiles could disappear. Could lose the battle, could draw a last rattling breath, his heart beat a last soft and weak beat.
Derek could pick up Stiles in a crowd by his heartbeat yet he has to count, has to observe, obsess.
There's a shuffle of feet behind him. Scott. “7.45,” he says. “Should be coming soon.”
Derek sighs then breathes with Stiles again. He's holding onto Stiles' wrist, the boy had settled in the last hour or so, lying still on the examination table now. There's just him, Stiles, Scott and Deaton in the room now. Boyd and Erica took Isaac home, because he was becoming so distressed the longer Stiles kept trashing.
It's been one of the most violent transformations that Derek has ever seen in his life. Not that he has seen that many, being a born wolf, but he had been there for his other beta's. And none of them had been as violent as Stiles'. For some agonizing moments earlier, Derek had really thought that Stiles would die. But now that he knew that the bite was taking hold, that it wasn't killing Stiles, he still worried.
Would worry until Stiles' scent was back to normal, his eyes stayed the same color and his words were his own.
His worry only grew as he heard gravel scrunch outside and the purr of an engine grind to a halt. The hunters. The wait was over.