Aftermath
Stiles waits after the battle, making sure everyone is okay before he gets any rest.
Derek/Stiles preslash
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Boyd laid Erica next to Isaac; the blond werewolf slumped onto her pack mate. Both of the younger werewolves had passed out from their wounds and exhaustion. Stiles Stilinski stopped next to Boyd.
“Where’s Derek?” Boyd growled out. The large werewolf was exhausted, but the other two needed him; his Alpha needed him.
“Scott and he took off after him.” Stiles handed his keys over to Boyd giving the wounded werewolf a smile. In the back seat of the Jeep, Isaac and Erica were passed out against each other.
“Stiles?”
“Take these two back. I’m going to get the others.” Boyd got in the driver seat giving the teen a worried look. “I’ll be fine, Boyd. Most of the Hunters have fled and any who remained are being dealt with by Derek and Scott.” The teen stepped back from the jeep and waved the werewolves away. Boyd hesitated a moment then started the car.
Stiles waited until they were out of sight; he turned back to the woods surrounding the Hale House. He headed toward the house, where he last saw Allison and her dad. Derek and Scott had vanished into the woods after the older Kanima; and Jackson was locked up in the cellar. The teen could not see anyone in the yard in front of the house, but Allison’s car was gone as well. Hopefully she was okay.
Stiles patted the key within his pocket and shoved the vegetation from the cellar doors checking that they were still locked. Derek had ordered the teen to keep the cellar locked so Jackson could not escape during the fight. He pressed an ear to the door and after he heard the faint hissing from Jackson Stiles stepped back.
He walked around the yard, keeping just inside the tree line and out of sight of any remaining hunters. Neither Derek nor Scott had returned. The teen dug out his phone from his pocket grateful he had not lost it in the fight. There were two messages: one from Allison and the other from Boyd. Boyd confirmed they had made it back to the warehouse, but there was no sign of Derek.
Allison’s message told him that she drove her dad to the hospital; he had gotten shot. Stiles sent her a text asking to keep him updated. Argent had saved his life; he did not want the man to die.
He jerked when a savage howl reverberates through the woods. A second howl took up with the first. Derek and Scott were alive. The teen headed into the Hale House, checking for any sign that one of the hunters had been left behind, except for Gerald’s body there was no one in the house. Stiles sat on one of the burned beams out back of the house and waited for the two werewolves to come back.
“Stiles?” Scott sounded tired and weak.
“Hey buddy,” Stiles stood quickly wrapping an arm around his friend. “You okay?”
“I’m well enough.” Scott gave him a tired smile. “The Others?”
“Boyd and the kids are back at Derek’s. Allison took her dad to the hospital.” The Beta leaned against his friend wanting to smell a pack mate. “Why don’t you join her? I’ll wait for Derek.”
“You sure?” Scott asked his eyes looked over to where Gerald’s body laid. He did not want to abandon his friend after everything that happened tonight.
“I’m sure.”
“Alright, just be careful. Derek was having problems shifting back to a human form.” Scott took off before Stiles could ask about the problems. Sighing Stiles sat back down and waited for the Alpha. His head was tilted back so he could view the moon instead of the dark woods.
The teen did not notice a large black wolf coming up to the house. The creature moved slowly, its body fighting off the toxin from the Kanima. He stopped in front of the teen and whined.
“Shit!” Stiles fell back off the beam. The teen scrambled back from the wolf. Once he bumped into one of the remaining walls, the wolf moved forward to stop again in front of the human. He gave a soft whine lowering his head to nose Stiles’ knee. “Derek,” Stiles squeaked. “Is that you?” The wolf gave a single nod. Stiles relaxed against the wall.
“I’m guessing this is what Scott meant. You can’t shift back” Again the wolf nodded. He shifted his weight to the side trying to ease the pressure off his wound. Stiles kept quiet; his mind wondering off. A huff from Derek drew his eyes back to the Alpha.
The wolf was lowering himself onto the ground slowly. He laid his head on Stiles’ thigh his nose digging into the teen’s hip. Stiles was too tired to freak out over any of this instead he tipped his head back to stare up at the moon and laid a hand on top of Derek’s head.
“Everyone is okay. They’re back at your lair.” Stiles smiled when Derek let out a low growl. He hates it when Stiles calls the warehouse that. Stiles could feel his eyes getting heavy.
“Would it be bad if I fell asleep? Haven’t for a few days.” The teen mumbled already falling asleep. Derek lifted his head knocking the hand off him. The werewolf lay down beside the human and nudged the teen onto his hips.
His paws pulled Stiles legs toward him putting the teen into a curled up position. The wolf reclaimed his spot on Stiles’ hip. Derek stayed awake, letting the human rest. He was going to take care of his pack, properly this time.
Derek/Stiles preslash
Teen Wolf is the property of Jeff Davis and MTV.
Boyd laid Erica next to Isaac; the blond werewolf slumped onto her pack mate. Both of the younger werewolves had passed out from their wounds and exhaustion. Stiles Stilinski stopped next to Boyd.
“Where’s Derek?” Boyd growled out. The large werewolf was exhausted, but the other two needed him; his Alpha needed him.
“Scott and he took off after him.” Stiles handed his keys over to Boyd giving the wounded werewolf a smile. In the back seat of the Jeep, Isaac and Erica were passed out against each other.
“Stiles?”
“Take these two back. I’m going to get the others.” Boyd got in the driver seat giving the teen a worried look. “I’ll be fine, Boyd. Most of the Hunters have fled and any who remained are being dealt with by Derek and Scott.” The teen stepped back from the jeep and waved the werewolves away. Boyd hesitated a moment then started the car.
Stiles waited until they were out of sight; he turned back to the woods surrounding the Hale House. He headed toward the house, where he last saw Allison and her dad. Derek and Scott had vanished into the woods after the older Kanima; and Jackson was locked up in the cellar. The teen could not see anyone in the yard in front of the house, but Allison’s car was gone as well. Hopefully she was okay.
Stiles patted the key within his pocket and shoved the vegetation from the cellar doors checking that they were still locked. Derek had ordered the teen to keep the cellar locked so Jackson could not escape during the fight. He pressed an ear to the door and after he heard the faint hissing from Jackson Stiles stepped back.
He walked around the yard, keeping just inside the tree line and out of sight of any remaining hunters. Neither Derek nor Scott had returned. The teen dug out his phone from his pocket grateful he had not lost it in the fight. There were two messages: one from Allison and the other from Boyd. Boyd confirmed they had made it back to the warehouse, but there was no sign of Derek.
Allison’s message told him that she drove her dad to the hospital; he had gotten shot. Stiles sent her a text asking to keep him updated. Argent had saved his life; he did not want the man to die.
He jerked when a savage howl reverberates through the woods. A second howl took up with the first. Derek and Scott were alive. The teen headed into the Hale House, checking for any sign that one of the hunters had been left behind, except for Gerald’s body there was no one in the house. Stiles sat on one of the burned beams out back of the house and waited for the two werewolves to come back.
“Stiles?” Scott sounded tired and weak.
“Hey buddy,” Stiles stood quickly wrapping an arm around his friend. “You okay?”
“I’m well enough.” Scott gave him a tired smile. “The Others?”
“Boyd and the kids are back at Derek’s. Allison took her dad to the hospital.” The Beta leaned against his friend wanting to smell a pack mate. “Why don’t you join her? I’ll wait for Derek.”
“You sure?” Scott asked his eyes looked over to where Gerald’s body laid. He did not want to abandon his friend after everything that happened tonight.
“I’m sure.”
“Alright, just be careful. Derek was having problems shifting back to a human form.” Scott took off before Stiles could ask about the problems. Sighing Stiles sat back down and waited for the Alpha. His head was tilted back so he could view the moon instead of the dark woods.
The teen did not notice a large black wolf coming up to the house. The creature moved slowly, its body fighting off the toxin from the Kanima. He stopped in front of the teen and whined.
“Shit!” Stiles fell back off the beam. The teen scrambled back from the wolf. Once he bumped into one of the remaining walls, the wolf moved forward to stop again in front of the human. He gave a soft whine lowering his head to nose Stiles’ knee. “Derek,” Stiles squeaked. “Is that you?” The wolf gave a single nod. Stiles relaxed against the wall.
“I’m guessing this is what Scott meant. You can’t shift back” Again the wolf nodded. He shifted his weight to the side trying to ease the pressure off his wound. Stiles kept quiet; his mind wondering off. A huff from Derek drew his eyes back to the Alpha.
The wolf was lowering himself onto the ground slowly. He laid his head on Stiles’ thigh his nose digging into the teen’s hip. Stiles was too tired to freak out over any of this instead he tipped his head back to stare up at the moon and laid a hand on top of Derek’s head.
“Everyone is okay. They’re back at your lair.” Stiles smiled when Derek let out a low growl. He hates it when Stiles calls the warehouse that. Stiles could feel his eyes getting heavy.
“Would it be bad if I fell asleep? Haven’t for a few days.” The teen mumbled already falling asleep. Derek lifted his head knocking the hand off him. The werewolf lay down beside the human and nudged the teen onto his hips.
His paws pulled Stiles legs toward him putting the teen into a curled up position. The wolf reclaimed his spot on Stiles’ hip. Derek stayed awake, letting the human rest. He was going to take care of his pack, properly this time.