Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

Goop

There's sickly grey coloured goop everywhere. Everywhere. Derek can feel it running through his crack. Or, more like slithering. It's disgusting. It smells too.

"It's in my mouth. I think I'm gonna throw up," Isaac says behind him, voice wobbling slightly as if the throwing up part is imminent.

"Please don't, this is disgusting enough already," Derek answers absentmindedly, looking around for something they can clean themselves with. They're in an old quarry, there is not much there besides rocks.

"It's in my - how the hell did it get in my-" Stiles tries to pull his pants away from his skin without removing them fully. He probably has the same goop-in-unwanted places situation Derek has. They were in the first line of fire. Or rather, it was just Stiles, until Derek dove for him to get him out of the way. And failed. Although, in his defence, they were out of range of the creature's stone crushing fists, which he thought were the danger. And he succeeded in that: Stiles wasn't beaten to pulp. He was just covered in goop, head to toe.

"Who knew trolls exploded, huh?" Scott remarks airily. He is by far the cleanest of them, not counting Boyd and Erica who were tasked with rounding up the last of the creatures inside the quarry and guarding the only exit, placing them conveniently out of the splash zone. Derek has sent them back for the cars, which are parked on the other side of a now demolished bridge. They'll have to drive around, it'll take a while.

"Those weren't trolls, Scotty, didn't you listen when -"

"Shut up," Derek cuts in. He doesn't care what subspecies of their monster of the week this was. There were three of them. They looked like trolls, they walked like trolls, they smelled as foul as trolls. And they exploded spectacularly when you doused them in the potion Deaton made them, a blue concoction to be applied like a Molotov cocktail. Derek had a thing or two to say to Deaton about that.

"Oh my god, this shit dries out." Isaac doesn't sound too happy about that and Derek is starting to feel why. It's like his clothes are turning into stone. He doesn't want to wait and see whether it'll become real stone or not.
"I can't feel my face," Isaac moans quietly, still trying to get the goop off his head with his goop covered hands. His whole upper body is covered in the stuff, with a fair amount of spatter on his legs.

"At least you don't have that shit all over your junk," Stiles bites out, plucking at his skinny jeans like they've personally offended him. That's usually how Derek feels about Stiles' jeans, ever since Lydia took him shopping and his clothes started to be a lot more form fitting in the pants area. She hadn't been able to talk him out of his beloved flannel though, which was actually quite heroic of Stiles, going against Lydia's fashion advice like that. Derek had always considered himself lucky she had decided the "whole West Side Story look works on you".

Derek climbs up against the sloped road of the quarry, slipping on the loose gravel. There's an old building on one of the upper levels, maybe they can find something there to clean up with. His pack follows him, bemoaning themselves and their ruined clothes wholeheartedly.
He finds an old firehose at the back of the building and sure enough, although highly unlikely in an abandoned place like this, the water is still running. He hits Isaac in the face with the jet stream, who is too relieved to be able to open his eyes fully again to get mad about the wet - and probably quite painful from this close - surprise.
Derek washes his own face and hands, clawing off his shirt next. It's already ruined anyway. The two wolves follow suit, stripping down to get hosed off. The water is ice cold and stings, but it gets the job done, leaving soaking wet and bright pink colored wolves behind. Scott chose to leave his purple boxer shorts on, a rather ratty pair that makes Derek think it was laundry day. He could as well have chucked them, like Isaac, who is covering his package in one hand and rubbing his torso warm with the other. They won't be cold for long, the heightened body temperature of werewolves comes in handy in cases like this.