Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Seventeen

"...Yeah. I guess. It's... I'm not alone there anymore. And...you're here, too. ...Guess you will come and pick me up?" He asked, almost feeling guilty to even ask for this small, innocent favour. "...Besides. Can't...can't leave Boyd alone with these fools...can I. So...yeah..."

"I will. I'll even start taking you from now on if you want me to." Derek tells him. "Come on; we don't want you to be late." He says before leading him outside to his car

"If it's not too much trouble...?" He answered timid, shy, before grabbing his school things for the day, following Derek outside where he saw something that amazed and impressed the younger. A pitch-black, elegant looking car. Brand new almost. Whistling in awe, Stiles didn't even dare to touch it, instead circling the fancy vehicle. "This really yours?"

Derek let out a chuckle seeing Stiles reaction to the car. "Yeah, it's mine. I don't drive it often because back home, we live close to everything. I don't need to drive." Derek tells him. "Go on, get inside. We'll be late if we don't leave now." He says before getting into the driving seat and turning the car on before heading off to the school.

".Oh. Yeah. Umh, Sorry.." A bit sheepish, he entered the car now, careful not to scratch the metal or to leave dirt on the mat on his feet. The drive to the school was short, though, and Stiles hoped he wouldn't run into Scott, Isaac or Erica there. Surprisingly, Boyd had seemed to be waiting for him, coming as he noticed Derek's car. He still seemed to be wanting to make a good impression.

"Here we are, please stay out of trouble, okay," Derek says, looking at Stiles. He rolls his window down when he sees Boyd coming towards them. "Please keep an eye on Stiles for me." He asks their new member.

"Yeah. Will do. See you." He answered, giving a small soft smile just as Boyd approached. "I will, until later. We share most classes, so...that helps. Should I wait here until you come to get him?"

"If you wouldn't mind too much, Boyd, I'll be here as soon as school lets out," Derek says before waving at the two before pulling away. He was headed to see his sister; they had some stuff to talk about.

"Not a problem." Giving Derek a nod, he waited for Stiles to follow, which the other one did, though a bit hesitant. Unsure. Afraid, knowing Scott would be here, too, most likely.

The day was going pretty well so far; Scott and his pack hadn't bothered them. By the time lunch came around, both Stiles and Boyd decided it would be better to stay out of the cafeteria. They wanted to keep as much distance as they could away from Scott and them.

Doing so, however, would turn out to be a mistake. Not that Stiles nor Boyd was aware of that, given the two had found a sort of silent companionship, now sat in one of the empty classrooms, preferring to be away from everyone else. Nothing seemed odd, off, until Boyd's gaze seemed to drift off before the boy slumped to the ground. Startled, or rather alarmed, Stiles tried to call Derek, but he couldn't get his phone in time. Before he felt a sharp, stinging pain on his neck, then darkness came. He didn't know how long he was out, only came to himself with a low, painful groan. Where was he..? What had happened? Still sluggish, the boy's muddled mind had Boyd as first thought. Said other teens body there, next to him, shackled to the wall, from the colour of the metal, probably silver. He didn't move. It was barely lit, the ground cold, partly wet stone, air cool. A tunnel, maybe? But who would kidnap them? And why?

Derek had finished talking with his sister around the time he needed to leave and get his mate. When he arrived, he didn't see Boyd or Stiles outside waiting, and school had already been out for a while now. He tried calling Stiles with no answer; at this point, he was getting a little concerned. He called his sister to try and get a hold of Boyd; what was strange was that he could see Boyd's car was still here.

Derek decided to head back to Laura at this point; there was something wrong here. Once with his sister again, he told her what he thought was going on. Both of them decided it would probably be better if they checked with the sheriff first before doing anything else. They left the hotel in their cars, heading to the Stilinski house. Going inside, they found the Sheriff sitting watching a football game on TV. "Sir, I think we have a problem," Laura tells the Sheriff. A look of worry and concern on both her and Derek's faces.

"A problem? Now what?" The man returned a bit puzzled, glancing from one of the siblings to the other. "Hang on. Why is my kid not here? School time's over, as I know. And didn't you want to pick him up? Why are you not with him, then?" He inquired, now got up from the couch mustering the two sceptical. Assessing.

"That's the problem, sir. I went to pick him up, but he was nowhere in sight. Boyd was supposed to be waiting with him, but he wasn't there either. Neither of them will answer their phones, and Boyd's car is still at school. We don't know where they are; we hoped there was a chance you heard from Stiles." Derek tells him, looking distraught.

"...No. I did not. Don't tell me this is anything supernatural?" He asked back, pulling his phone from his pocket to make one...or rather, more calls. To put a search out for the two boys, namely. And to let their phones be tracked, too. That done, he turned to the siblings again, eyes sharp. "Noticed anything...off? Strange?"