Stranded (Sterek AU)

Chapter Two

Stiles feels like he has the world's worst hangover, and he swear he smells something strange, and he wipes his face. His face twinges in pain in response, and he groans to himself. He doesn't open his eyes yet, but he suddenly realizes that he's wet. Not just damp, but he feels soaking wet. He finally starts to open his eyes, and he mumbles in annoyance at the bright light coming through the window of his hotel. "Fuck, Scott. Close the curtains, man." Stiles mumbles, and he throws his hand over his face making sand splash at himself. "What the fuck?" Stiles says, and he finally opens his eyes.

Stiles gasps before he moves around to looks at where he is, and he panics. He's on some sort of island, and all he sees is ocean and sand. "What the hell is going on?" Stiles wonders, and he touches his face to wince when it hurts. Stiles turns his head around to look at the island he's on, and he remembers that last night, was it last night, he was punched in the face.

Stiles stands up before turning around in circles, it would be funny if it wasn't so serious, and he looks around for someone to help him. "Hey!" Stiles screams out, and he starts to panic. He needs to find his inhaler before he gives himself an asthma attack. "Help me!" Stiles screams out, and like he expected no one answers him. Stiles runs his hand through his hair before he falls down into the sand. He cannot believe that this is happening to him, and he looks around to try to find the cruise ship.

The island has to be populated, it's in the Pacific, and Stiles moves to sit down on the beach. His shoes were lost in the water, he has no idea how he didn't drown in the water, and he doesn't know what to do. He knows he needs to be calm and think about what he needs to do to survive the short time it takes for the cruise to realize that he's gone.

The waves licks at his bare feet, and Stiles looks around for his luggage that should be washed up on the shore by now. Stiles sighs angrily before he pats his pocket for his phone, and he knows it's dead from water damage. "Come on." Stiles begs, as his phone refuses to turn on for him. Stiles sighs in anger as he throws his phone to the side. He pats his other pocket before he finds one of his inhalers, and he makes a triumphant noise before taking a puff off of it. "Small victories." Stiles sighs, happily.

The sun is high in the sky, already making his skin hot from the temperature, and he moves to go stand next to the tree to be in the shade from the harsh sun. Stiles figures he should stay on the beach, he could be seen better like that, but he needs to be out of the sun. "Scott, you better find out I'm gone pretty damn soon." Stiles huffs to himself, and he figures he might as well explore the island before he tries to think of a way to get himself off of this island.

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It has to be midday by the time Stiles is lost in the forest on the tropical island. Stiles is panting with thirst, and he knows not to drink salt water. He sighs to himself before he collapses to the ground in exhaustion, thirst, and hunger. "Hello?!" Stiles yells, and no surprise he doesn't get anything in return.

Stiles looks up to see that the sun is higher in the sky, and Stiles is sweating through his clothes. His feet are about to start bleeding, Stiles is never going to complain about wearing shoes again, and he whines when he steps on a stick. "Stupid fucking island." Stiles hisses, rubbing his foot in annoyance.

He's close to tears now, he's surprised he hasn't yet, then again he's dehydrated so he might not have any fluids in his body to cry out. Stiles wishes he had his luggage, then he would have his inhalers, some shoes, and some clothes that don't smell like the sea. He falls to the ground before he pants, and he would give anything for a bottle of water right now. "I hate this fucking place." Stiles screams to nothing, and he hopes that maybe someone will hear him.

Stiles manages to lay down, sweating through his clothes, and he closes his eyes for just a second. Stiles dreams that he's back at home, sitting on his bed with Scott while they look for apartments, and he smiles in his sleep. Stiles wakes when his stomach growls, making him rub his eyes as he looks around to see that he's still trapped on this island in the middle of nowhere. "No." Stiles sighs, not moving away from where he was curled into a tight ball.