Teen Wolf one shots (mostly angst)

42-Derek+Stiles (and more)⚠️⚠️

•Title: "Kate"

•Requester:

•Warnings: kidnapping, mention/implications of sexual assault, torture, Kate argent

•Inspiration: I actually don't know.

•Type: angst, definitely

A/N: Okay, so I rarely write vulnerable Derek, if ever, so here you go.

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"What do you mean you can't track him, Scott!?" Stiles shouts, "use your werewolf sense of smell!"

"I have tried, Stiles! He's untraceable!" Scott yells back.

Liam, Theo, Malia, Peter, Chris, Noah, Melissa, Mason, Corey, Lydia, and Parrish watch in shock. They have rarely ever seen the two of them fight, and certainly not like this. They never once feared Stiles would try to hit Scott, but that's why everyone is ready to separate them if needed.

"Try harder!" Stiles screams, tears he had been holding back falling free.

His breathing becomes erratic as his anger washes away. He has been feeling pain all over his body since the moment Derek disappeared. Stiles had been on a case with the FBI and received a call from Scott. He already knew, though, thanks to the mating bond. He was already on his way to the airport, telling his supervisors he had a family emergency. The pain started in his head, but is now all over his body. He knows what this means, of course. He also fears for what the pain on his behind means.

The pain in his wrists mean Derek's hands must be bound. The pain in his chest signifies a few cracked-if not broken-ribs. The pain hasn't faded so Stiles knows Derek is currently unable to heal or the injuries are being done every time he starts to. The pain in his behind, however, Stiles has too many fears of what could cause this.

Scott notices the change in Stiles' chemo-signals and takes a gentle step forward, towards his best friend. Scott wraps his arms around Stiles, allowing the usually sarcastic boy to fall into his arm. The rest of them, even Theo and Peter, watch the scene with teary eyes.

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Derek looks up as the door shuts and footsteps walk away from the room he is in. Derek looks around weakly, this being the first time the small lamp in the room is on. The room is four concrete walls and a concrete floor. Based on his weakened state, Derek assumes the air coming through the vents is tainted with wolfsbane. It's not killing him, so the contamination can't be that bad. Derek looks down at his body. He is laying on a metal bed that has a thin, stained, and ratty mattress. His hands are pulled behind his back and are restrained at the wrists. One of his ankles is chained to one of the legs of the bed. He sees blood smeared all over his body, along with quite a few bruises. He isn't wearing any clothes, which sends a feeling of panic through his body. He looks to the left, over his shoulder to see a table full of equipment to be used in various ways.

He can feel the anguish Stiles is going through, and his heartaches. All he wants is to be in Stiles' arms. Instead, he is trapped here. Even after all of these years, the scent of the person who grabbed him-or rather, had him grabbed-is still as if he's smelt it every day. Kate. The same Kate that manipulated him as a teenager. The same Kate that murdered his family, leaving only four survivors. The same Kate who returned and tried to kill him once again. The same Kate who gave him nightmares for years. The same Kate that causes a shiver to go throughout Derek's body. That Kate.

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"It was Kate," Chris says roughly as he hangs up his phone. He brings his fist down onto the counter angrily.