• Phase • Derek Hale/OC • Teen Wolf Fanfiction •

Armageddon

Sam kept a careful distance between her car and the black SUV in front of her as she followed them down an empty stretch of road, when she saw them slowing to a stop she sighed in frustration and passed them.

But once she was out of sight she turned onto another side street and back tracked, when she got back to the road she'd originally followed them onto, the other vehicle was gone.

Carefully she made her way to the same spot they'd slowed down at and looked around, hoping for any kind of clue as to what they were doing.

About twenty minutes earlier she'd been staking out the Argent household when the dark SUV sped out of the garage and her gut told her to follow it.

Just when she was about to give up and keep going she saw movement off the side of the road.

Getting out of her car she walked over and breathed a huge sigh of relief when she saw it was Stiles.

"Stiles, oh my god!" She exclaimed as she rushed to where he was trying to stand up, but his arms were tied behind his back.

"Sam?" He strained, surprised as she pulled him to his feet.

"Everyone has been so worried!" She exclaimed as she used her claws to cut the ropes around his wrists, "I tracked your scent to one of the cars outside of Allison's house and I-"

When he turned to face her, rubbing his sore wrists, her voice trailed off.

"Do I look that bad?" He asked, knowing by the look on her face that he already had his answer.

He was sure there was no way it looked as bad as it felt.

She stared back at him, her eyes roaming over his wounded and bruised face.

"Stiles..." Her voice had a whimper to it.

He put a hand up to the side of his face, flinching against his own touch.
If he were being honest, he was surprised all of his teeth on the side were still intact.

Sam stepped closer to him.
"I know we're not really good friends or anything but I –I'm going to hug you."

With that she wrapped her arms around him in a snug embrace.

After a few seconds he raised his arms and returned the hug, he breathed out a sigh of relief.
There was a point when Gerard was beating him, that he wondered if he was going to die or if the severe beating would only the start of the torture.

But the kind, warm gesture from Sam was the first time since then that he realized he was okay, for the time being at least.

A few more seconds passed and Sam closed her eyes, wishing she could take what happened away from him.

Like Erica had said in the woods earlier that night, this wasn't their battle.

This most certainly wasn't Stiles' battle either, but here he was, caught in the middle of it and they'd hurt him to send a message.

Just as quickly as those thoughts crossed her mind, she was hit with a strange sensation running through her veins. Dull and tingly.
Not quite painful but definitely not comfortable. More like a sharp pain being dispersed through her entire system.

Over Stiles' shoulder, she should see the veins in her back of her hand were extremely dark under her skin and slightly raised.

Stiles stepped back from the hug with a stunned expression.
He reached back up to touch his face, but the pain wasn't there any longer.

"It-it doesn't hurt." He was baffled and truthfully so was Sam.

"How'd you do that?" Stiles asked her.