Sterek~ Rewriting history with you

9

Stiles arrived at the spot where the bus was trashed, and met Derek at the gate,

"Hey, Ready?" Stiles greeted, He nodded and climbed over the fence, Stiles looked as to how high it was and followed his lead,

"That was so easy!" Stiles chuckled, Derek nodded and pointed to the bus, "Yeah, Yeah, I'm going, hold your horses." Stiles waved his hand as he walked over to the bus and opened the doors.

When he walked in, his vision was perpetrated by red eyes, he saw the bus driver in his arms and the alpha scratching his legs with a vicious grin, Stiles vision went back to Derek who was sitting on a seat,

"He made me hold the driver down, that's why I was there after he was down the left and then I was back on my bed," Stiles informed him, Derek nodded,

"Kind of figured, whoever he is, he is using you to complete whatever vision he has," Derek said,

"Great so I'm his minion." Stiles threw up his arms, He hated the sound of that, he was his own person, and this guy should not have this power over him,

"As long as you try and fight it you'll be fine," Derek told him, as if that sounded so reassuring,

"Okay and how do you suppose I do that?" Stiles eyed him, he really needed Stiles to explain his thinking,

"The reason he can get in your head is that you haven't closed him off, you are curious as to who he is so that opens a gateway for him, If you concentrate and block him out, he can't get to you, understand?" Derek asked,

"I suppose I do." Stiles nodded, Derek nodded again, "I better get going, Scott is off bowling with his girlfriend and their friends well they're my friends too but not Scott's, he and Jackson have this alpha male thing going on." Stiles explained, Derek nodded,

"Okay, uh, can I see your phone? I think it's wise we keep in touch that way." Derek asked, Stiles was surprised Derek even wanted to keep in contact but Stiles did suppose it was easier than Derek just standing in the distance to look for him,

"Yeah, sure." Stiles took out his phone and handed it to Derek, after 5 minutes he handed it back, Stiles changed his contact name from 'Derek' to 'Sourwolf' and nodded to him.

"Hey Scott I'm going to go to-' Melissa paused as Stiles fell onto Scott's bed, 'Sleep, Stiles?!" She yelled as she held a bat to Stiles,

"I'm looking for Scott! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asked, Melissa huffed as she threw the bat to the side, Scott walked in a second later, "Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?" Melissa eyed her son,

"But we lock the front door so he wouldn't have been able to get in?" Scott looked confused,

"Exactly! Do either of you care that there is a curfew for all you younglings?" She eyed both of them,

"Youngling?" Stiles questioned, Stiles never heard that expression before, 

"Oh hush, Anyways just to inform the both of you, the bus driver died, just before my shift ended." She informed them, causing Stiles felt a ping in his stomach,

"Stiles? You okay?" Scott asked after his mom left,

"Me? Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Stiles asked, He couldn't freak out in front of them, but the feeling  was beginning to become overwhelming to him,

"I don't know man, but listen, why the hell did Jackson have to sit with us? It was torture!" Scott complained,

"Uh because Lydia suggested it?" Stiles told him, and Scott huffed, Stiles shrugged and said he had to go hoping he looked calm.

"He died." Stiles breathed as he entered Derek's loft, Derek nodded, "I had something to do with it." Stiles mumbled,

"It wasn't your fault," Derek told him, but that just caused him to shake his head, Stiles couldn't stop feeling terrible,

"I-I k-killed him." Stiles stammered, stumbling to the ground and clenching his fists, Sadness overtook him,

"No, he did, the alpha who controlled you, not you." Derek leaned down, Stiles shook his head as guilt washed over him,

"No, Derek, it may have been him controlling me but it was my hands holding him down." Stiles got up and ran to the woods.

"Stiles!" He heard Derek yell but Stiles just continued running, he couldn't be around anyone, and he couldn't risk the chance of anyone close to him getting hurt, now that someone could get into his head and control his movements any time he went to bed, he felt like he needed to break something to get the guilt under control, he shook off the thought and continued, he was to out in the open still, when he got deeper in the wood he detached a branch on a tree and threw it, his heart was racing, how was this his life now? Why did the alpha pick him? Stiles growled low and ran his fingers through his hair.