Something's Gotta Give (Fox At Heart Sequel)

Licking Flames

Derek

Derek!

Derek?!

It starts to register that someone is calling his name but at the same time he can't seem to acknowledge it.

Why would that matter?

All that matters is the devil like hell flames licking the side of his house and the imaginary screams in his head.

A rough shake and more yelling of his name.

Derek again ignored them, he didn't understand why anyone would think anything else was more important.

How could he make the screams stop?!

It was hell.

He could still feel the heat.

What-

A sharp pain rocketed across his face which sent him flying.

Derek let out a cry and reacted on instinct, swiftly turning around to growl at whoever had attacked him as the world crashed back into reality around him.

He was met with a loud growl in response, silver and blue eyes glared back at him.

Wait a second...

The growl, the eyes but that couldn't be?!

He stepped backwards, his eyes and wolfed out face going back to normal in his shock.

"Stiles?!"

Stiles eyes turned back to their normal colour and his determined expression suddenly became sheepish though there was still some sympathy in his gaze as he straightened and gave a awkward wave.

He was acting like he hadn't just punched him across the face!

"Hi Sour Wolf"

What the?

"Um a lots happened?"

Derek snapped "A lots happened? Why aren't you human any more? Why didn't you tell me?"

"There...was a lot of my mind?"

"So you forgot to mention it?!"

"I mean-"

"Derek are you okay?!" Scott's voice screeched across his ear drums and suddenly Derek's world once again came crashing down on him as he remembered what was going on.

The pain from the punch and the shock of Stiles not being human any more seemed to have temporarily took over what was going on but he knew he couldn't ignore it.

He ignored the pack that was surrounding him worriedly, with a new face he didn't recognise and focused on what was in front of him...

He was on his knees...

In front of his new fire burnt house.

A numbness started to enter his mind as he struggled to process it.

Ah, he was going to get another house, could he afford that?

"Derek?!" Scott's loudness made him wince.

Derek realised he hasn't reacted or responded in a while and that was probably weird.

"Derek? Could you answer or Scott's going to make us all deaf" Stiles said lightly, trying to cover up his worry, his hand reaching up to the wolves shoulder and giving Derek a comforting squeeze.

Scott gave Stiles a glare at that but it wasn't serious, he was more focused on Derek.

He was finally able to form some words on the situation "I-I don't understand. It was fine when I got home then-then" He couldn't continue, remembering the smoke reaching his nose, making him cough and making his mind swim with memories.

He couldn't hold back a whimper.

Stiles said slowly "You might not want to hear this now but we don't think this was an accident. I think I know who did it"

They did?!

Everything seemed to become laxer focused as he processed those words.

"We don't know it was her yet"

Stiles retorted "How much evidence do you need?!"

"Stiles-" Scott started to say but stopped when he took notice of who was walking towards them.

Police were making their way over to Derek.

Derek gritted his teeth anger surging through him, taking over as he wondered why he had to deal with this whole mess.

It looks like Stiles and Scott were still in disagreement about it though?

But he also has something else he wanted to address first...