Stranded (Sterek AU)

Chapter Three

Stiles rolls through the sand as he's tackled down to it, and he moves to cover his face from being hit or from getting sand in his eyes as he rolls in the sand before trying to get away from the person that attacked him. "No! Stop!" Stiles screeches, his breath becoming ragged as he almost starts to have a have a panic attack from the sudden fear of being tackled.

Stiles feels the person sit on his stomach, and he moves to get away until his arms are being pinned. Stiles closes his eyes until he opens them, and he keeps squirming around. It's a man holding him down, and he looks almost deranged. His skin is tan, his hair is long but not so long that it's out of style for a man, and his eyes are a strange shade of green. "Please don't kill me." Stiles says, and the man growls at him before moving to get off at him. "Oh, my god. You're naked! Why are you naked?!" Stiles asks, trying not to look at the man.

The man watches him with guarded eyes, and he moves next to a fire. He doesn't seem to notice or care that's he's naked in front of a stranger. Stiles takes out his inhaler to breathe into it, and the man watches him before he gets up to walk somewhere leaving Stiles alone on the beach. Stiles takes another puff of the medicine, and he sighs happily when he can breathe better. "Hello? I'm sorry that I surprised you." Stiles tells him, and the man walks back to drop a familiar bag in front of him before handing him a small bag case.

Stiles looks at him gratefully before opening it to see his extra medicine and inhalers, and he laughs in delight. "Dude. Thank you." Stiles says, and opening it before he replaces his medicine that was going low. He only has about a month supply with him, if he uses the inhaler everyday which he usually needs to, and he prays to be found before then.

Once he's breathing, he turns his head back towards the man that is ignoring him now. Stiles studies him better now that he isn't trying to kill him. The man is thickly muscled, he would be considering he must have built that small cabin like house by himself, and his facial hair is uneven in places as if he doesn't know how to cut it or doesn't have the means. The moon is high in the sky, and Stiles shivers when the wind blows.

The man doesn't look at him while he moves to go to his door-less cabin, and Stiles moves to look through his things for something warmer to wear. He packed all of his things in vacuum bags to fit more into his bag, and he opens them. Stiles looks around to see that the man hadn't taken anything from his bag or even opened it as it seems. Weird, Stiles would have figured that he would have looked through every thing to see if he could find anything useful.

Stiles didn't bring anything warmer, he was on a cruise to the tropics where he was spending his nights in a room. He does find a thin plaid shirt that he slips on, and he sees that the man has gone into his cabin. Stiles moves closer the fire, and he looks over at the cabin. "Thanks for not killing me." Stiles calls, and he doesn't get an answer.

The fire is small but big enough to where it warms Stiles up, and he stretches out his legs. He wonders what would happen if he went to the cabin to walk into it, and he stands to looks around. The man really picked the best place to make himself a makeshift home for himself. At high and low tide the water wouldn't reach this part of island. He would get firewood easily to burn since the forest is near. Stiles walks carefully to the cabin, and he knocks on the wall.

The cabin is empty except for a small little bundle of leaves that Stiles thinks acts like a bed, and man is looking away from him as he curls into a tight ball. "How long have you been here?" Stiles asks, and the man turns around to glare at him before he stands to push Stiles out of the cabin. "Okay, sorry." Stiles says, standing away from the man as he wraps his arms around himself.

The man watches him before sitting back down on the floor, this time facing the open door while he watches Stiles with distrustful eyes. "Can I just stay in here? I won't touch you or anything. Or still your fabulous leaves." Stiles tells him, and the man's eyes look at him almost angrily. Stiles bites his lip before he moves away since he really doesn't want to piss off a man that's fifty pounds heavier than him.