Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Twenty-One

More pain. It was different, though; it felt like a sting, just more significant. More prominent. Had something pricked him? He couldn't put a finger on it, couldn't understand. And somehow, he felt too weak to. He had no energy to do so. He lost consciousness.

And woke up only a few hours later, groaning weakly and blinking slowly. He still felt a bit of pain, his mind dazed. What had happened? Why was he here? Stiles didn't know yet, but in these last hours, his spark and his newly acquired wolf had agreed with each other. He began healing his body, the bad injuries, leaving no scar left. How had he come here? The last memory he has was that he had been taken. Kidnapped. And Boyd,with him. Scott being dead, his dads' injuries, that he was a spark ...and a wolf now, too, nothing of these things quite in his mind. Yet. Only Derek was there, sitting next to his ned. "Why are...you here..?" He asked, still weak, sleepy. He tried to sit up.

Hearing his mate's voice brought Derek from his very light sleep, if you could even call it that. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was up and moving to push Stiles back down gently. "Don't try and get up yet, you're still healing." He tells the other, before gently taking his mate's hand and sitting back down, but closer this time.

Derek gently squeezed the others hand, trying to comfort him a little bit. "You don't remember what happened? A witch kidnaped you and Boyd." He told his mate, waiting for his reaction.

"Kidnapped? Wh...is he ok? What happened? He's...no one's hurt, are they..? What...did she want with us, anyway... Boyd I get, he's strong... but for me..." With a groan, he fell entirely back in the bed, had given up to sit now for the moment. Just his gaze stayed at Derek, hoping, asking for explanations. To get him to understand.

Derek stayed silent for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "She was using you both to get to Scott; she also somehow knew something about you that none of us realized. You are something called a 'spark'; from what I know, it means you can preform some magic, but not on the scale like a witch." He tells him. He was taking a moment before telling Stiles about Scott. "As for everyone else, they are fine. You and Scott got the worst of it. We had to give you the bite to save you, and as for Scott... He didn't make it... I'm sorry, Stiles." Derek says, looking the other in the eyes,wanting him to believe him.

Scott...had died. Hearing that gave Stiles -even though their friendship had ended before that- still a small, hurtful sting sonewhere in his stomach, the guilt flickering. "Did... was he... had he long to suffer?" He finally, his voice almost not even there. Sounding hollow. Empty. Dead. Scott was dead. "Does....what...what about Melissa? His...his Mom?" He added, broken, wiping his face. Feeling tears come. Even though how Scott had treated him, to die...was ugly. Terrible. And Laura had bitten him. Was now...whatever. Stiles hadn't the will to think about it right now, feeling hollow. "She...She doesn't know, does... she? What...what happened..."

Derek stood up from his seat to move and sit on the bed by his mate, knowing the younger needed comfort. "He didn't suffer long, it was quick. As for his mom, she is upset, of course, but she apparently already figured out about Scott being a werewolf without anyone telling her." He explained.

"And if... there was something that could...have been done? It...it was a witch, wasn't it? Taking Boyd and me. She said this strange thing about me...and...and she knew for a while. Since...since the Kanima happened, actually..." He explained, his memorys only returning slow—piece by piece. Swallowing audibly, he couldn't help but still feel guilty. Too slow. If he had, whatever it was done just a second sooner, managed to be free a moment earlier, then ...maybe. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. "No...one else's injured..right..?" He added his voice raw. Empty.

Hearing the tone of his mate's voice made him whimper slightly; he all but curled around his mate in the bed. He was trying to comfort him the best he could. "No one else was hurt. And please don't feel like it was your fault, cause it wasn't. The witch is the one to blame." Derek tells him in a whisper.

"...If you say so..." He mumbled, trying his best to believe Derek. Just..it wasn't easy. Hard. Leaning against Derek, needing the comfort, Stiles closed his eyes, overwhelmed by it all. Scott was gone. Dead. He would never come back. "...You are not harmed.. neither Dad...nor Laura...that's...good..." He mumbled weakly, trying to keep his voice steady. Even.

Derek moved his body so that Stiles had his face pressed into his neck; now that he was a werewolf, it would help comfort him. While also letting out a soft rumble from his chest. He was trying everything he knew that would help the younger.

"Just..." He began, then broke off. Just allowed himself to be held, comforted like this, be safe, protected. Just be with Derek. "Why... does this feel so good...?" He changed the topic somewhat, lightly, tried to distract himself.

"You're a wolf now, your wolf knows that I'm your mate; it knows that it is safe. Your other senses will appear after a while too." He whispers before going back to rumbling. He also buried his nose in the other's hair, taking in the scent of him, glad that he wasn't hurt anymore.

"A Wolf...? Wh..why? When did Laura bite me..? Why? Tell...tell me what happened. Please, Derek..." He tried, turning just enough so he could see, watch him now, eyes a bit glassy. Laura had turned him..that explained most, at least. But not everything.