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]

Shh. [Sam kisses his temple, curling protectively around his mate.] She said she'll have to rebreak it to set it right this time. [That was the only way to heal his arm.

[That or give him the bite.

[And he'd never suggest that. Even if Stiles could finally understand what it meant to be a mated pair.] Ellen will take care of you. I'll keep you safe. You're pack now, Stiles. Family. We'll do whatever it takes to get you better, I swear to you.

[alotofadderall]

No! [Stiles jerks away violently, panicking. It's his first broken bone, (surprisingly, given the amount of flailing he does on a regular basis), and when Azazel had Lilith break it...she did it slowly. Twisting and twisting and holding him there until the bone slowly cracked and broke, definitely not a clean snap.] No, no, no...please...Forget I s-said anything!

[He swallows and curls around the arm in question defensively, a creature nursing it's wounds. Slowly, he sinks back down into Sam's arms, but keeps the one arm firmly plastered to his torso.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam doesn't resist when he jerks away. Later Ellen would box his ears for bringing it up so soon after being captured. He lets Stiles settle in against his chest, fingers stroking soothingly down his back and arms.] Shh. Easy Stiles. Take it easy. Relax.

We have anesthesia. You'd be unconscious. You wouldn't feel a thing.

[He passes his hand through his hair] Only if you want Ellen to, okay? No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to.

Shh.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles shivers, pressing his black eye into Sam's shoulder, inching closer again.] No. I don't want her to...no...please.

[He slowly quiets again, shaking in Sam's arms at the thought. But he tilts his head up, letting the tears dry, and looks at Sam, as if to make sure he's really there.]

[wolfy_sam]

Then she won't. [Sam gathers him close, stroking his hair gingerly.] I promise, Stiles. No one is going to hurt you ever again.

[He brushes a thumb along his cheek, leaning to kiss his forehead. Stiles is back. With him.] No one is ever going to hurt you. I won't let them. I'll keep you safe. I swear to you, no one will ever hurt you again. [He'd failed once. But he'd never let it happen again]

[alotofadderall]

H-he...it... [Stiles swallows and nods, leaning up into Sam's lips desperately. He needs the wolf now, needs to be close to him more than his lungs need air, so close to just flipping a shit.] Th-thank you, Sam...thank you...

You're safe... [Stiles murmurs, weakly rubbing against Sam's shoulder, ignoring his eye. It made Sam happy before, he'll do it again, he'll do it all damn day.] We're safe...

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam can feel the tension still radiating off him, still jumpy and upset from three months of capture. He smiles into the kiss, content to let him take the lead. If he were a wolf, Sam would have scruffed him gently, biting his neck to soothe him. Instead he holds him near, letting Stiles scent him.

Reaching down, he gently takes his uninjured arm, scenting his wrist. Marking him all over again. Covering him in his scent and obliterating all scents of his capture.]

Shh. We're both safe. I've got you Stiles. I've got you.

[alotofadderall]

[Sam's mindful that Stiles is a human, and for that, the teen couldn't be more grateful. If Sam were to wolf out on him or scruff him...Stiles would've been even more of a mess. He kets out a shaky breath and lets Sam scent him, more tension evaporating with every second they spend together where Sam's head doesn't morph into Azazel's.]

I-I...thank you...

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam scents him again, gently. Every touch reassures him that Stiles is back, that it's not some sort of dream.] I was so afraid I'd lost you.

But you're home now. [Sam kisses the inside of his wrist.] I'll protect you Stiles. I won't let anyone take you away from me again. I'm so sorry.

[alotofadderall]

S'not your fault, [Stiles murmurs, closing his eyes, exhausted even though he's just woken up. He sighs calmly as Sam scents him, letting the wolf's warm, safe touch soothe him.] But I don't want to leave again...

He said he'd come back, [Stiles shivers, fingers pressing into Sam's chest.] He said he'd come back and...and...

[Stiles can't even continue, nuzzling his face into Sam's neck with a shiver.]

[wolfy_sam]

You don't have to. You're home. [His own tension begins to evaporate as Stiles relaxes into him, his pulse slipping back down to normal. The unexpected nuzzling into his neck is pleasant and he wraps his arms around him, drawing the blanket back up around Stiles.]

He's not going to come back. When you're better, Dean and I are going to hunt him down and kill him. I wounded him pretty bad in the fight. It's time I finish this. No more games. [And no more people getting hurt because of him.]

[alotofadderall]

Home... [Stiles relaxes, but goes rigid at the mention of Sam hunting him. He clings desperately to the man's shirt, eyes flying open, wide.] No, please, don't leave. Please, please, Sam...don't go. Don't go.

[Stiles hugs him tightly, whimpering when he remembers how bloody and beaten Azazel had left Sam.]

[wolfy_sam]

[What Stiles didn't see was that Azazel wasn't faring any better in the fight. It's the danger of being an Alpha. You put yourself into harm's way for the sake of others. You risk your life for others. He had to go back out. It was a direct challenge to take a wolf's mate and hold them hostage.

Sam noses into his hair, holding him.] I'm an Alpha, Stiles. I have to. But I'll have Dean, Castiel, I'll have the wolves. I won't be going in alone. I'll be okay.

[He kisses him, slowly tasting his lips.] Nothing is going to keep me away from you, I swear.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles can't keep the tears at bay when Sam kisses him, clutching him brokenly. He can't stay here and worry, Sam can't leave him behind where he's not safe and he's just left wondering if Sam's even alive...] P-please...y-you can't...please...

[Stiles cries out lowly, tears staining Sam's shirt. When he became so trusting of the wolf over three months without him, Stiles doesn't know, but he needs him now and he can't let Sam go...not without him.]

[wolfy_sam]

[The tears break his heart and he lets Stiles clutch him as tightly as he needs to. He strokes his hair, making low, chuffing noises into his skin. Comforting sounds for any wolf, sounds he made for Stiles when he was upset.

Sam kisses him, drying his tears.] Shh. It's okay. Stiles, it's okay. Shh. [He keeps gently scenting him, warming him with his scent, erasing every smell of his captivity. He was home. Safe with him.]