Escape
Stiles ends up going into labor soon after their escape, and they have to find a hospital that can take care of him...but of course, Sam isn't going to want to hand him over to more men in scrubs.
Sam gets them as far as the police station. Stiles told him his dad was with the police. They'll have to tranq the holy hell out of Sam before they take Stiles to a hospital. He'll freak, the poor dear.
They have to handcuff and contain him in the cells downstairs for his own good. Keep him drugged until Stiles is stable and can come and calm him down.
Poor Sam would shut down. Shift and curl in the corner and wait for it all to start over again. Anyone who comes near him he'd snap and snarl at.
They'd eventually send in Stiles' father, when they can finally drag him from Stiles' bedside. He carries Stiles' scent, so they suspect Sam might not attack him right away.
Immediately, Sam slinks forward, because he does know that scent. Stiles. As long as he's alive, he doesn't care what happens to him. Once he calms down, the drugs stop, but they leave the wolf locked up.
"You saved my son." The Sheriff says quietly, chancing a step forward. "I...I don't know if you can understand me, or if you can even talk but...I'm Stiles' dad. Nobody's going to hurt you here. And...Stiles is safe. He had the...baby. But he hasn't woken up yet."
Sam whimpers at the news. He shifts finally, staying crouched in the corner, more animal than man while the drugs still work their way out of him. Even with Stiles' coaching, he's not sure that he'll be understood. "Safe? A-alive?"
"Safe. Alive." The Sheriff repeats, crouching down and moving a little closer. He doesn't want Sam to feel threatened, and if he's on the same level as the wolf, hopefully he won't be.
"Asleep. He had the baby. Is...how did he..." The Sheriff closes his eyes and exhales. Stiles had passed out before he got a chance to see him and hadn't woken since. The Sheriff had zero answers - he didn't even know who this wolf was, didn't even know his name.
Baby. It was alive and his expression is pleading. "Where?" He wants to see the baby, scent the little cub, if it was born in wolf form anyway. In his agitation, Sam's forgotten most of his language. But he has to try for Stiles. For the baby. He taps his chest. "S-Sam."
"It's...the hospital. With Stiles. Safe." The Sheriff promises, biting his lip in hesitation. His son disappears and shows up nine months later looking like hell and pregnant, only to find that he's birthed a wolf instead of an actual human baby. The doctors had been completely shocked.
"Nice to meet you, Sam." The Sheriff slowly sits down on the ground, close enough for a casual conversation. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but we're trying to help. If you stop fighting, I can take you to see Stiles. We don't want you to hurt anyone, and no one wants to hurt you. You were...you tried to stop them from taking him to the hospital." And looking at the guy, whatever they seemed to have gone through, the Sheriff had no doubt Sam had his reasons. He'd been trying to protect Stiles, that much was obvious.
"I really am sorry. But do you think you could calm down? It's the only way I can allow you to see them. And...I'm assuming the baby is yours?"
Sam shifts in agitation. Hospital. Doctors. Panic threatens to choke him and he shakes his head. "Can't. Can't go." Screwing his eyes shut, he can almost hear Stiles coaching him. Calm down, Sam. Let the words come. You remember them.
Taking a deep breath, he tries again. "B-breeding facility. Since I was a pup. Tried to protect him. He's home." His home. The only comforting and safe smell he'd known in his remembered life.
"Breeding..." The Sheriff curses, ducking his head briefly. He knew that money had come from somewhere, dammit. His son had sold his body to that twisted science. Dammit, Stiles.
"But how did it...he shouldn't be able to carry kids, Sam. He's human, and he's male. We don't work that way." The Sheriff is trying to be as gentle as he can, but he wants answers badly and Sam is the only one who can give them.
He drops his head, plucking at the chain. "Don't know. D-drugs. They changed his smell."
Sam looks up, his gold eyes finding the Sheriff. "Had to save him. Keep him safe. We escaped." That's why he'd brought him to the station, why he'd known to bring him anywhere. Because Stiles had quietly talked to Sam about his family when they were in the dark.
"Thank you." The Sheriff says quietly, eyes flickering to the chains on Sam's wrists. "Listen, Sam...if you promise not to hurt anyone, I can get you out of those, okay? You're safe here too."
"I don't want to hurt...anyone." His look is apologetic and wounded. "Was afraid." He'd been so terrified, and when the shouting started and Stiles started screaming in agony, he'd sort of snapped. The stress had been too much and he'd lashed out at anyone who got near him.
"I understand," The Sheriff assures Sam quietly. He offers his wrist after a moment of thought, brow furrowed. "Does this help? Everyone seems to think I smell like my son." Sam may have been a grown man, but the Sheriff isn't sure he's ever seen anybody look so wounded and child-like.
"I'll...I'll get Stiles and the baby back as soon as possible, Sam. In the meantime, you can take a bath and get somewhere comfortable as long as you don't attack anyone again. I'm sure you'll be fine once you see there's no danger for you here."
Slowly, he creeps forward, breathing in his scent. It's not quite like Stiles', but it's close and he has to resist the urge to rub his cheek against his skin. All the same, it helps and Sam is reassured at least a bit.
"O-okay. Slow, please. When they moved fast it meant pain. Please. Don't want to hurt anyone." It's more than he's said to anyone but Stiles in his entire life, but he wants him to understand. Any sudden movements might have him flashing right back to the facility again.
It's weird. It's weird, but it clearly helps Sam to be somewhat alright with him, and that makes the Sheriff feel more confident in freeing him. He nods tightly at the request. "I can do that. No pain, Sam. No pain, I promise. No more drugs, either, if you can keep calm."
The Sheriff bites off the last of his questions and slowly reaches into his back pocket for the key to Sam's restraints, not making any sudden movements, as requested. "I...I just hope he wakes up."
Sam shifts uneasily. He wants to go, wants to see Stiles for himself, rub his cheek against his hand and wait for him to wake up. But he's not sure he'd be safe at the hospital, that he wouldn't flash back again and be lost. When the last of the restraints are free, he rubs at his wrists. "I want to go. But...afraid." He hates himself for being weak, for not being strong enough.
"It's alright." The Sheriff says softly, standing up and offering Sam a hand. "Come on son, let's get you a warm shower and a hot meal. Stiles...he'll bounce back. He always does." But from child birth? No. Pup birth. And this man was clearly the father.
The kindness in his eyes is familiar enough. Sam had seen it in Stiles the moment he'd been pushed into his stall. Kind eyes and a sympathetic air and it's more than clear even without the same scent that the man is his father. "He saved me in there. Helped me remember."
"Sounds like Stiles," The Sheriff responds fondly, eyes misty. He blinks, helping Sam up off the floor. "Wait...helped you remember? Remember...what?"
Most people would have been angry to meet their kid's...breeding partner. But Sam had saved Stiles and brought him home, and the man was just so...gentle. Of course, he hadn't seen Sam wolf out, but the Sheriff had no doubt it was only in self-defense...and defense of Stiles. Their baby.
"Being human. How to talk. I wanted to keep him safe, tried to stop the drugs." He goes rigid for a moment, shaking off a dark memory teasing at the surface. "He saved me too."
They were difficult concepts to explain and every time he felt himself tensing, Sam remembers Stiles. His patience. He really needs to see him again.
The drugs...the Sheriff doesn't want to think about it right now. He can't afford to lose his head to anger and outrage when Stiles is still effectively comatose and he's got a werewolf and a pup that both need his help and care. "I bet he did...Sam, he...he'll wake up. I know he will."
The Sheriff leads them out into the hallway, nodding to the guard posted outside the door. They stay silent, not making any moves towards or away from Sam. "Come on, this way."
The shower is incredible. It takes the Sheriff a few minutes to coax Sam closer to the water, but once he realizes that it's warm and it feels like Heaven, he stays in until the water runs cool. Warm. He wasn't sure he'd ever get enough of the sensation in his human form. After the shower, there's a robe - finding clothes in his size might be a day or two in the making - and soup warmed in a microwave upstairs. He's been treated kindly, gently, and he knows he'd lay down his life to protect the Sheriff and his son.
The Sheriff makes sure Sam is well cared for, keeping a watchful eye, but he doesn't seem to want to attack anyone, and the Sheriff feels comfortable with his decision to release Sam. "You probably want to get some sleep, Sam. Unless you've changed your mind about accompanying me to the hospital...but if it's a risk, you shouldn't, okay? I'll show you to your cot. You can...we'll figure something out. You'll probably come home with me, soon."
He nods slowly, already starting to drowse sitting up. Warm and safe and he's never known feelings like this before. He doesn't want to wake up and find it was all a dream. The mention of the hospital brings a small whimper and he shakes his head. He can't. He'll snap there, he's sure of that much. "O-okay. Can't go. Not...I wouldn't...I wouldn't be safe there."
"It's okay." The Sheriff carefully clasps Sam's shoulder, wrapping a comforting arm over his shoulder as he brings him down the hall towards the cot they moved into the Sheriff's office instead of the cell. Sam doesn't need to be behind bars anymore. "But you're safe here. Get some sleep, Sam."
Sometime during the night, a nightmare wakes Sam and instinct has him shifting. He's alone, but the lingering scent on the robe and blanket keep him from lashing out. But when the Sheriff returns from the hospital? He'll find a giant mahogany wolf curled up under his desk, fast asleep.
The Sheriff returns late in the morning, around three, and is surprised when he doesn't find Sam in his cot. "Sam?" The Sheriff whispers, edging around the side of his desk, hearing heavy breathing from the other side. His heart nearly stops, but Sam is asleep, not set to attack him.
Sam gets them as far as the police station. Stiles told him his dad was with the police. They'll have to tranq the holy hell out of Sam before they take Stiles to a hospital. He'll freak, the poor dear.
They have to handcuff and contain him in the cells downstairs for his own good. Keep him drugged until Stiles is stable and can come and calm him down.
Poor Sam would shut down. Shift and curl in the corner and wait for it all to start over again. Anyone who comes near him he'd snap and snarl at.
They'd eventually send in Stiles' father, when they can finally drag him from Stiles' bedside. He carries Stiles' scent, so they suspect Sam might not attack him right away.
Immediately, Sam slinks forward, because he does know that scent. Stiles. As long as he's alive, he doesn't care what happens to him. Once he calms down, the drugs stop, but they leave the wolf locked up.
"You saved my son." The Sheriff says quietly, chancing a step forward. "I...I don't know if you can understand me, or if you can even talk but...I'm Stiles' dad. Nobody's going to hurt you here. And...Stiles is safe. He had the...baby. But he hasn't woken up yet."
Sam whimpers at the news. He shifts finally, staying crouched in the corner, more animal than man while the drugs still work their way out of him. Even with Stiles' coaching, he's not sure that he'll be understood. "Safe? A-alive?"
"Safe. Alive." The Sheriff repeats, crouching down and moving a little closer. He doesn't want Sam to feel threatened, and if he's on the same level as the wolf, hopefully he won't be.
"Asleep. He had the baby. Is...how did he..." The Sheriff closes his eyes and exhales. Stiles had passed out before he got a chance to see him and hadn't woken since. The Sheriff had zero answers - he didn't even know who this wolf was, didn't even know his name.
Baby. It was alive and his expression is pleading. "Where?" He wants to see the baby, scent the little cub, if it was born in wolf form anyway. In his agitation, Sam's forgotten most of his language. But he has to try for Stiles. For the baby. He taps his chest. "S-Sam."
"It's...the hospital. With Stiles. Safe." The Sheriff promises, biting his lip in hesitation. His son disappears and shows up nine months later looking like hell and pregnant, only to find that he's birthed a wolf instead of an actual human baby. The doctors had been completely shocked.
"Nice to meet you, Sam." The Sheriff slowly sits down on the ground, close enough for a casual conversation. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but we're trying to help. If you stop fighting, I can take you to see Stiles. We don't want you to hurt anyone, and no one wants to hurt you. You were...you tried to stop them from taking him to the hospital." And looking at the guy, whatever they seemed to have gone through, the Sheriff had no doubt Sam had his reasons. He'd been trying to protect Stiles, that much was obvious.
"I really am sorry. But do you think you could calm down? It's the only way I can allow you to see them. And...I'm assuming the baby is yours?"
Sam shifts in agitation. Hospital. Doctors. Panic threatens to choke him and he shakes his head. "Can't. Can't go." Screwing his eyes shut, he can almost hear Stiles coaching him. Calm down, Sam. Let the words come. You remember them.
Taking a deep breath, he tries again. "B-breeding facility. Since I was a pup. Tried to protect him. He's home." His home. The only comforting and safe smell he'd known in his remembered life.
"Breeding..." The Sheriff curses, ducking his head briefly. He knew that money had come from somewhere, dammit. His son had sold his body to that twisted science. Dammit, Stiles.
"But how did it...he shouldn't be able to carry kids, Sam. He's human, and he's male. We don't work that way." The Sheriff is trying to be as gentle as he can, but he wants answers badly and Sam is the only one who can give them.
He drops his head, plucking at the chain. "Don't know. D-drugs. They changed his smell."
Sam looks up, his gold eyes finding the Sheriff. "Had to save him. Keep him safe. We escaped." That's why he'd brought him to the station, why he'd known to bring him anywhere. Because Stiles had quietly talked to Sam about his family when they were in the dark.
"Thank you." The Sheriff says quietly, eyes flickering to the chains on Sam's wrists. "Listen, Sam...if you promise not to hurt anyone, I can get you out of those, okay? You're safe here too."
"I don't want to hurt...anyone." His look is apologetic and wounded. "Was afraid." He'd been so terrified, and when the shouting started and Stiles started screaming in agony, he'd sort of snapped. The stress had been too much and he'd lashed out at anyone who got near him.
"I understand," The Sheriff assures Sam quietly. He offers his wrist after a moment of thought, brow furrowed. "Does this help? Everyone seems to think I smell like my son." Sam may have been a grown man, but the Sheriff isn't sure he's ever seen anybody look so wounded and child-like.
"I'll...I'll get Stiles and the baby back as soon as possible, Sam. In the meantime, you can take a bath and get somewhere comfortable as long as you don't attack anyone again. I'm sure you'll be fine once you see there's no danger for you here."
Slowly, he creeps forward, breathing in his scent. It's not quite like Stiles', but it's close and he has to resist the urge to rub his cheek against his skin. All the same, it helps and Sam is reassured at least a bit.
"O-okay. Slow, please. When they moved fast it meant pain. Please. Don't want to hurt anyone." It's more than he's said to anyone but Stiles in his entire life, but he wants him to understand. Any sudden movements might have him flashing right back to the facility again.
It's weird. It's weird, but it clearly helps Sam to be somewhat alright with him, and that makes the Sheriff feel more confident in freeing him. He nods tightly at the request. "I can do that. No pain, Sam. No pain, I promise. No more drugs, either, if you can keep calm."
The Sheriff bites off the last of his questions and slowly reaches into his back pocket for the key to Sam's restraints, not making any sudden movements, as requested. "I...I just hope he wakes up."
Sam shifts uneasily. He wants to go, wants to see Stiles for himself, rub his cheek against his hand and wait for him to wake up. But he's not sure he'd be safe at the hospital, that he wouldn't flash back again and be lost. When the last of the restraints are free, he rubs at his wrists. "I want to go. But...afraid." He hates himself for being weak, for not being strong enough.
"It's alright." The Sheriff says softly, standing up and offering Sam a hand. "Come on son, let's get you a warm shower and a hot meal. Stiles...he'll bounce back. He always does." But from child birth? No. Pup birth. And this man was clearly the father.
The kindness in his eyes is familiar enough. Sam had seen it in Stiles the moment he'd been pushed into his stall. Kind eyes and a sympathetic air and it's more than clear even without the same scent that the man is his father. "He saved me in there. Helped me remember."
"Sounds like Stiles," The Sheriff responds fondly, eyes misty. He blinks, helping Sam up off the floor. "Wait...helped you remember? Remember...what?"
Most people would have been angry to meet their kid's...breeding partner. But Sam had saved Stiles and brought him home, and the man was just so...gentle. Of course, he hadn't seen Sam wolf out, but the Sheriff had no doubt it was only in self-defense...and defense of Stiles. Their baby.
"Being human. How to talk. I wanted to keep him safe, tried to stop the drugs." He goes rigid for a moment, shaking off a dark memory teasing at the surface. "He saved me too."
They were difficult concepts to explain and every time he felt himself tensing, Sam remembers Stiles. His patience. He really needs to see him again.
The drugs...the Sheriff doesn't want to think about it right now. He can't afford to lose his head to anger and outrage when Stiles is still effectively comatose and he's got a werewolf and a pup that both need his help and care. "I bet he did...Sam, he...he'll wake up. I know he will."
The Sheriff leads them out into the hallway, nodding to the guard posted outside the door. They stay silent, not making any moves towards or away from Sam. "Come on, this way."
The shower is incredible. It takes the Sheriff a few minutes to coax Sam closer to the water, but once he realizes that it's warm and it feels like Heaven, he stays in until the water runs cool. Warm. He wasn't sure he'd ever get enough of the sensation in his human form. After the shower, there's a robe - finding clothes in his size might be a day or two in the making - and soup warmed in a microwave upstairs. He's been treated kindly, gently, and he knows he'd lay down his life to protect the Sheriff and his son.
The Sheriff makes sure Sam is well cared for, keeping a watchful eye, but he doesn't seem to want to attack anyone, and the Sheriff feels comfortable with his decision to release Sam. "You probably want to get some sleep, Sam. Unless you've changed your mind about accompanying me to the hospital...but if it's a risk, you shouldn't, okay? I'll show you to your cot. You can...we'll figure something out. You'll probably come home with me, soon."
He nods slowly, already starting to drowse sitting up. Warm and safe and he's never known feelings like this before. He doesn't want to wake up and find it was all a dream. The mention of the hospital brings a small whimper and he shakes his head. He can't. He'll snap there, he's sure of that much. "O-okay. Can't go. Not...I wouldn't...I wouldn't be safe there."
"It's okay." The Sheriff carefully clasps Sam's shoulder, wrapping a comforting arm over his shoulder as he brings him down the hall towards the cot they moved into the Sheriff's office instead of the cell. Sam doesn't need to be behind bars anymore. "But you're safe here. Get some sleep, Sam."
Sometime during the night, a nightmare wakes Sam and instinct has him shifting. He's alone, but the lingering scent on the robe and blanket keep him from lashing out. But when the Sheriff returns from the hospital? He'll find a giant mahogany wolf curled up under his desk, fast asleep.
The Sheriff returns late in the morning, around three, and is surprised when he doesn't find Sam in his cot. "Sam?" The Sheriff whispers, edging around the side of his desk, hearing heavy breathing from the other side. His heart nearly stops, but Sam is asleep, not set to attack him.