1268. The Forced Separation/Reunion Meme

[memep0ster]

Your characters have been forced apart -- be it by destiny, circumstance, or death. The only thing that's certain? It wasn't voluntary. Now, thanks to chance, luck, or fate, you meet again.

1. Tag with your character. Include name/series/preferences in subject line.
2. Roll RNG to determine the duration/cause of the separation.
3. Play out the

Comments

For wolfy_sam but ota

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles sat in the cage with his head propped up against one of the bars, ragged and filthy. God, he was tired. So goddamn tired. On the floor of the cage, Stiles had scratched in the days. 90 days. Three months. He'd been there three months...

Sam had Chosen him, taken him as a mate for Heat Week. Apparently, Stiles was his mate, like, his bonded-for-life supermate or whatever. They'd had a rough start - very rough start that still made Stiles shiver on occasion - but it had been getting better. Sam...wasn't a bad guy. And he needed Stiles, so the teen wasn't about to leave him

[wolfy_sam]

[Three months. Three months since the chimera had stolen Stiles from him. Azazel left Sam taunting notes, proof that his mate was still alive, ragged bits of his clothing fresh with his scent and the smell of blood and fear. To say that Sam had been frantic would be something of a colossal understatement. Stiles was his mate. His destined mate and his responsibility. He’d promised his father he’d keep him safe, protect him

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles had blissfully fallen asleep - his favorite part of his existence, currently, because you couldn't hurt when you were asleep or, more often than not, blacked out - but awoke groggily at the noise. What the...but it couldn't be. No. There'd been three months of nothing...

Stiles covers his ears and curls into the corner. He's going crazy now too, that's it. They'd finally broken him mentally...]

[wolfy_sam]

[The wind shifted and Sam could smell him. Finally. Finally he’d found the camp where they were holding him.

It probably meant they were also walking into a trap, but he had two other Alphas at his side, a score of Betas and more experience in the field than a ragtag group of Chimera that lived to harass convoys and do little else. They weren’t as skilled in battle and most of them either fled or fell beneath claws and knives.

Normally an Alpha forced their wolf under control in battle, careful not to fall into a bloodlust and kill everything in sight. Sam was hovering dangerously on that edge. Azazel had done nothing but try and break him since he was a child. He hadn’t succeeded, but he’d also never told Sam why. Why he wanted him broken. Sheer malice? To see if he could do it? He doesn’t even flinch when a fuel tank goes up in a fireball.

Stiles.

Azazel.

He had no other goal than to find one, and rip apart the other. The massive Alpha tore through the ranks until he was confronted by a very familiar pair of yellow eyes.]

Heya

[alotofadderall]

[Lilith was there. Of course she was, she was always there. Coming to hurt him some more, make him bleed on a piece of paper and do God knows what with it. But this time she wasn't coming at him with a knife - rather, a key. She unlocks the cage door, ordering him out, and he picks himself up wearily. He doesn't have the strength to argue or try to make a break for it anymore

[wolfy_sam]

[And as Stiles runs, nearing the edge of the camp, he’ll trip and go sprawling over a pair of long legs

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles does trip and fall, landing painfully on his twisted arm. He's not sure what he's tripped over, but even his human sense can pick up on the sheer amount of blood. He scrambles back as quickly as he can, breathing heavily, eyes wide and a little crazed. Jesus, if this was another game...designed to give him a chance at escape and rip it out from under him...

He doesn't even recognize Sam in the dark, with the Alpha covered in so much blood and so many wounds. Sam starts to move, to stand up, and Stiles lets out a desperate, distressed cry, voice hoarse with disuse.]

[wolfy_sam]

Stiles? [Now that he's sitting up and not nearly drowning in his own blood, Sam can smell him, he knows that voice, even if it's ragged and tight with fear. The Alpha blurs closer, hands on his arms, peering at his face on the half-light. The relief is so profound that he nearly goes down again.

Three months. He'd been without him for three months. Sam clutches him to his chest, his voice thick with relief.]

Finally. I finally found you.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles cries out in fear and shoves at Sam's chest, frightened by the sudden contact, and it takes a minute for Sam's voice to register in Stiles' memory. He stops struggling and looks up at Sam, one eye dark and practically black in the filtered light.]

S-Sam? [His name is a broken whisper. Stiles is afraid to actually believe he's saved, for fear it might be Azazel in disguise...he's done that. Trying to break Stiles down time and again, destroy him to destroy Sam even more.]

[wolfy_sam]

Hey. It's.. it's me. Stiles. It's Sam. [ He doesn't hold him to tightly, he doesn't want Stiles to hurt himself in his alarm. Sam knows he's a wreck, but he knows that's Stiles. He'd know his scent . Three months of waiting, of desperate searching. Three months of crushing despair. But it was over now. He found him. Stiles was safe again.]

I'm here. I've got you. [He chokes off a relieved sob.] I found you.

[alotofadderall]

P-prove it's y-you. [Stiles flinches away a little, even though all he wants to do is sink into Sam's arms. Three months ago he wouldn't have even thought about it but God, he just didn't know what to do anymore. There were worse things than being Chosen...far worse. Sam had promised he wouldn't hurt him anymore after the first night...and he'd stuck by that promise.] P-prove...I-I can't...

[wolfy_sam]

[Tears slip down his face, mingling with the blood and grit and smoke. He kisses his hand, scenting his wrist in a familiar gesture.] Your favorite color is red. You like curly fries better than anything, and you like pineapple on your pizza.

You're also the most important person in my life.

[alotofadderall]

[And Stiles just...falls into Sam's chest. He's shuddering in soft sobs, wrapping his arms around the man and burying his face in Sam's shoulder. It really was Sam; he'd come for him, after three months...

Stiles felt the blood seeping from Sam's wounds and made a quiet noise of worry, but couldn't bring himself to move, just loosened his hold a bit.] S-Sam...you-you're - I - I didn't th-think y-you...

[wolfy_sam]

[It's okay. As long as he has Stiles, he'll fight through any injury. The embrace jars the wounds across his chest and he grunts in pain, but didn't let him go, he keeps Stiles close.] Been looking for you since he stole you from me. I'm sorry. Should have found you sooner.

[He's wounded and bloody, but he'll carry Stiles back to the wolves. Swaying, Sam gets to his feet.] Can you walk? I have to.. get you.. nnh.. out of here. Have to keep you safe.

[alotofadderall]

N-no, don't m-move... [Stiles follows Sam's motions shakily, standing up with him and pleading with him to sit back down.] You're h-hurt...

[Stiles coughs amd tucks himself into Sam's side, trying to be mindful of the wolf's injuries though he wants nothing more than to be as close as possible to him, for the first time.] Please...heal...

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam should get up. He needs to get up. But Stiles is right. He needs to rest, let the deep wounds heal. Weakly he drops again, clutching at Stiles before he went down.] My radio. Hang onto it. [The fight is about over, so Sam tips his head back and bays. Calls for his brother. Dizzy, he clings to Stiles, burying his face in him.]

I never.. never gave up hope. Knew I'd find you..