From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Four

This time the nurses keep them under sedation, trapped in straightjackets, blindfolded and gagged for what feels like months. However, what does change is that they are completely isolated not just from everyone else but from each other. Food and water come through tubes, and they lose time. Again.

Without Randy some things change for the better and it's not just that Stiles isn't being hauled away anymore. Now that Stiles killed the nurse-both of them-his spark is a constant presence in his core. Isaac is also faring better than he was. Neither of them is being forced to drink various concoctions or have syringes plunged into their necks.

Therefore, when they finally get back to their room-first of all it's a different and nicer room-they're not as weak as they have been returning in the past. Stiles tries to smile but can't quite manage it and he collapses as soon as the door closes. Isaac just barely catches him and the whine he lets out is loud, high pitched and full of pain. "Stiles? Stiles wake up!" he cries.

Stiles whimpers and nuzzles his head against Isaac's stomach. "M'sleepy. M'sore," he slurs.

Isaac starts to panic. "H-Hey Stiles? I have a question for you. Okay? S-So you gotta look at me. Look at me Stiles!"

The fear in his voice makes Stiles's eyes snap open, though he still barely moves. "M'kay."

"Okay. There are those golden eyes I love," Isaac says softly, relishing the soft smile however small it gets him. "You got the two nurses. You did that all on your own. My beautiful strong angel."

"Ang'l?" Stiles asks.

Isaac nods with a smile and a wet chuckle. "Yeah. You're my angel, Stiles. My guardian angel."

"Oh. M'kay." Stiles nods wincing as he does and then huffs, stilling as he looks into blue eyes. "Y'ur m hon'y bee. Swe't hon'y bee."

"A guardian angel and a honeybee huh? Sounds about right."

When Stiles's eyes start to slip closed again Isaac tenses. "How'd you do it, Stiles?"

"M'Spark. Purp'e spark'es."

Isaac's eyes widen but his breath hitches as color starts returning to Stiles's ashen skin, returning it to its beautiful pale shade. "That's amazing Stiles. I had no idea." He chews his lip and waits for a less groggy Stiles to meet his gaze. "Is um-Is now a bad time to mention that I'm um-a werewolf?"

Stiles blinks at him and with a little strength returning slowly pushes himself up. "Wolf?" he asks. "You're a wolf?" he squeaks out.

"Y-Yeah. That's not all though," Isaac whispers, averting his gaze.

"Isaac? Honeybee, what's wrong?" the amber eyed boy asks, cupping the blue-eyed boy's face.

Isaac sucks in a breath as he meets those beautiful golden eyes. "You're my mate."

Silence meets this declaration and then a pair of lips are meeting Isaac's and all his fear and doubt disappear as he pulls Stiles into his lap with a soft growl. This time when they lose time neither of them is afraid because losing time in this way is perfect and peaceful.

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"What color are your eyes?" Stiles asks as they lay side by side in bed. They only moved from the floor to be more comfortable, but they didn't go further than kissing.

"Like wolves can have yellow, blue or red eyes," Stiles explains in response to Isaac's quizzical look.

"Oh!" Isaac says and flashes his eyes-beta blue-at his mate.

Stiles gasps and Isaac tenses but then a soft kiss is placed on his lips. "Shh. They're beautiful. Just like you."

The weight crushing Isaac's chest disappears when Stiles says those words and he smiles. "I love you," he says.