Stranded (Sterek AU)

Chapter Four

The sun is mercilessly bright, Stiles thinks. He leans against his hands as he sits on the beach, and he hums to himself. Stiles manages to turn on his phone, there isn't any cell reception here, and he stared at the picture of his father and Scott for a few minutes before he turns it off to save the battery. "I miss you." Stiles mutters, and he flinches when he talk to himself again. He's been here three days, and it's been three days too long. He wants to go home, and never leave again.

He hasn't seen Derek since last night, he hasn't looked for him either, and he doesn't move to get up. Stiles sighs to himself as he tries to make a plan about how to get off this island, and he breathes in and out. The salty air hurts his lungs, and he takes a puff off of his inhaler. The tide is licking at his bare feet, he keeps sinking into the sand when he walks on the beach, and he hums to himself. He cannot build a raft since he has nothing to build it with, and his only hope is to survive until a boat or plane that comes by.

Stiles wonders how long Derek has been here, he's been thinking a lot about the other man since he met him, and he wonders if Derek would let him stay at his camp. He wouldn't have to stay in the little cabin thing, he just wants to be by the fire in case that's were the planes spot him. Stiles knows that Derek knows how to survive here, he doesn't. Stiles sighs as he moves to stand, and he hums to himself.

As much as it pains Stiles to admit it, he needs Derek to survive here. He knows that Derek will not want to help him, but he needs to think of a way to persuade him. "Well, Stilinski, you can always offer to blow him." Stiles sighs, and he pinches himself roughly. No more talking to himself, he hisses internally, and he groans when he trips in the sand. He almost wants to just lay down in the sand, and just stay until he's found.

The sun is already starting to burn the soles of his feet, and he groans in annoyance as he moves to stand up to struggle to put on his shoes. They feel awkward on his feet, and he stumbles towards where he thinks Derek is. His plan would be to stay on the beach during the day, and with Derek at night. Stiles moves to go to the waterfall to get something to drink, he wishes that he had bottles or something with him to carry it with him, and when he finds it he sighs in relief before he moves to get something to drink.

Stiles drinks until he's full before he moves to see that Derek is watching him, and he yelps in surprise. "Dude! That's creepy! And where are those shorts I let you have?" Stiles asks, looking away from Derek's nakedness. Derek doesn't seem mind that he's naked, Stiles doesn't blame him since he's sweating through his clothes, and he doesn't pay any attention to Stiles as he fills up some old coconuts with water.

Stiles moves to get closer to him, and Derek watches him wearily like he doesn't know what to make of him. Derek's skin is tan everywhere, Stiles means everywhere not that he's been staring or thinking about Derek's private areas, but he looks clean. "How have you been doing this?" Stiles asks, and unsurprisingly Derek doesn't answer him.

The trees are blocking the sun from him, it feels so much better to be here than on the beach, but it's still humid and gross. "How do you deal with the heat? Or the muggy grossness?" Stiles asks him, and Derek almost smiles but doesn't say anything to him. Stiles huffs in annoyances at not being answered, and he moves to get more water. "You know what I could go for? A cheeseburger with everything on it, and a large Dr Pepper." Stiles tells him, and Derek doesn't look up from where he's focused on getting water.

Stiles moves to walk away to go back to the beach since the sun was still out, and he turns back towards Derek. "I'll see you later, Derek." Stiles calls out to him,and Derek makes a soft grunt in response. It's a start, Stiles supposes.

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Stiles makes it back to the beach, he notices that it's the one with his stuff, when the sun is the highest in the sky. "Stupid, fucking sun. I hate you. I hope you know that. I wish that I could blot you out like Mr. Burns in the Simpsons." Stiles hisses at the sky while he tries not to stare at the sun, and he doesn't even get angry at himself for talking to himself.