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

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles fumbles to catch Sam, or at least make his descent to the ground less painful. He doesn't move for the radio, having no intention of straying far from Sam...possibly ever again. He flinches at the loud howl but lays down next to Sam, curling into him and letting him bury his face in his skin.] Th-thank you...

I-I... [Stiles mumbles, feeling a little guilty now.] ...I was starting to th-think you w-weren't coming...

[wolfy_sam]

[The call makes him dizzy and he closes his eyes until the world stops threatening to spin out of control beneath him. He rubs his cheek against his chest, covering up the smells of fear and pain and captivity with his own scent.] I'll always come. Always.

[Approaching footfalls have Sam on guard, shoving Stiles behind him and curling low with a snarl, eyes flashing red. He's wounded and another fight may very well kill him, but he can't let anyone else touch him. He'll die first.]

"Sammy? Jesus. Sam!"

[Castiel is with Dean, moving to lift Stiles into his arms. They're safe. Going home.]

[alotofadderall]

[The scenting used to bother him, at least a little, before. But now he leans into it eagerly, the safety it represents.

Stiles whimpers at the shove, curling into Sam's backside instead, but then Castiel and Dean are there and Stiles is fighting blindly to get away from the hands touching him.

Castiel pauses, then let's his hand pass over Stiles' head, knocking him out. Castiel came from a family of magic; he heaved the unconscious teenager into his arms with an apologetic look towards Sam, whom Dean was helping up.] He needs to calm down.

[wolfy_sam]

No, wait-- [And Sam stops as Castiel subdues his terrified mate. It was probably for the best, seeing as he could barely walk on his own. Leaning heavily on his brother, Sam let them take the lead, getting them back to the trucks and on their way back to the compound.

Castiel is still holding Stiles in his arms, untroubled by the weight as Dean loads his brother inside.] "Gonna get you cleaned up, Sammy. Ellen's ready, she'll take care of both of you."

Cas. Let me. Give him to me. [He won't rest easy until Stiles is nestled safely in his arms, head pillowed against his chest. It might be a painful ride home, but at least he has Stiles back.

He's asleep before the truck even starts up. A three month nightmare is finally over. He found Stiles. He found him.]

[alotofadderall]

[Castiel nods and complies with the request, even at Dean's hesitance. Sam needs to see Ellen, not put more stress on his body by holding Stiles. But Castiel rests a hand on Dean's shoulder and he allows it, watching as Sam bundles Stiles in his arms.

Stiles wakes up three days later in a pristine white bed, grime-free and covered in bandages. He flips out, remembering how he'd seen Sam - finally, finally - before two dark figures had appeared and Sam's last words, No, wait, were enough to send him into a panic attack.]

Sam! Sam! [Stiles trips over himself trying to get out from under the covers and towards the door, tripping over the tightly packed sheets.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam slept curled around Stiles for nearly two days while his wounds healed. An Alpha reunited with his mate. He refused to be parted from Stiles, barely allowing himself to leave and shower.

He'd been waiting for Stiles to wake up, nearly wearing a groove in the floor with his agitated pacing. Humans were so fragile and captivity had not been kind to Stiles. But he'd come. He kept his promise and he'd come.

Nodding over a book, he jerks awake at the panicked words, racing towards the bed and catching Stiles before he plowed facefirst into the floor.] Stiles. Hey. It's me, you're safe, okay? You're home.

[He can't help but smile, nuzzling into his hair as he held him close.] You're home. I found you.

[alotofadderall]

S-Sam, [Stiles can feel tears of relief welling in his eyes, holding onto the man tightly, burying his face in Sam's chest as he scents his hair. Stiles remembers how much blood Sam had been covered in the last time he saw him and reels back, concerned.] You-you...there was blood...

[wolfy_sam]

I'm okay, I healed. [Sam holds him close, breathing reassurances into his hair and rubbing his cheek into him, scenting his mate tenderly. He brings his hand up to his chest that had been a red ruin the night he found Sam.] I'm all right.

I came for you. You're home. With me. [He kisses his hair] Your Dad'll be here tomorrow.

[alotofadderall]

You came...home... [But the mention of his father is enough to send Stiles into sobs, back to hugging Sam's chest tightly now that he was sure he wasn't hurting him. He doesn't even care about the scenting - he's Sam's, he'llgladly be Sam's if it means he's safe - and he's starting ti find it kind of comforting. Sam's warm and welcoming and nothing can hurt him when he's with the Alpha.]

P-please, don't send me away, [Stiles cries, ignoring his arm when it throbs dully.] I-I promise I'll be good I just...please...

H-he took me, I didn't run...

[wolfy_sam]

[Stiles's sobs are enough to break Sam's heart and he holds him close, hands running soothingly up and down his back. He murmurs quiet reassurances into him.] What? No, no. Stiles. I'm not sending you away. [He presses kisses into his hair, his temple, anywhere he could reach.] Shh. It's okay. Shh.

Your Dad was worried. I've been talking to him at least twice a week since you were stolen from us. I promised him I'd get you back. He just wants to see you.

[Cupping his face in his hands, Sam dries his tears gently.] I won't send you away. Shh.

[alotofadderall]

Th-thank you, [Stiles slowly quiets, slumping into Sam's embrace. His fist curls in Sam's shirt, holding the wolf to him.] I-I don't want to leave...you-you're safe a-and...you...needed me...

I'm sorry, Sam... [Stiles whispers, curling into Sam's chest, making himself as small as possible.] I'm sorry I c-couldn't...I'm human. I couldn't get away...

[wolfy_sam]

I won't ever leave you. [Sam holds him close against his chest, rubbing his cheek into his hair. Keeping him safe in the circle of his arms. His hands slide up and down his back soothingly.] I'll always need you Stiles.

Don't apologize. [He kisses his temple.] You stayed alive, that's what matters. You stayed alive so I could find you. I searched everywhere. I tried so hard to find you.

[alotofadderall]

You found me... [Stiles relaxes, rubbing his face against Sam's chest in a weak attempt to scent him back, gratitude bursting through.] You found me...

H-he hurt me...to send...to you... [Stiles mumbles, pressing impossibly tighter into Sam's chest. He just wants to melt into the man and never have to let go.] My arm...I can't...I d-don't think it will h-heal...

[wolfy_sam]

Of course I did. [The attempt to scent him back makes Sam smile, a low, pleased rumble sounding as his scent fills his nostrils.] I'll always come for you, Stiles. Always.

I know. [Sam wraps him close, drawing them both back to lay in bed, wanting nothing more than to stay close and breathe him in.] He wanted to break me, wanted me to suffer because he had you.

Shh. Ellen will take care of you. We've got good supplies here. We'll use everything we can to heal your arm up.

[alotofadderall]

I believe you... [Stiles breathes, letting Sam wrap him up in his arms and pull him onto the bed. His limbs are heavy with exhaustion and slow-healing injury. Sometimes Stiles really wishes he were a wolf.]

B-but it didn't work... [Stiles mumbles against Sam's chest, sliding closer and tangling their legs together.] I-I don't think...it healed wrong...

[Stiles whimpers softly, tears staining Sam's shirt and he buries his face in Sam's chest. What if it cripples him?]