The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Bullet Wound

Stiles isn’t high while driving. Or drunk. And just six months ago now (a week after her twenty-first birthday), her doctor finally let her come off of her meds. Besides all of that, anyway, she’s a Sheriff’s kid, so, wouldn’t even dream of committing such crimes.

Only...she ends up committing one anyway.

Well, kind of...she thinks... She knows it definitely feels like a crime...

Stiles isn’t on her phone as she’s driving, either (and whenever she is, she’s always on speakerphone.) Of course, it’s night time, but that only makes Stiles more alert.

So, when a large black fuzzy thing comes running out onto the road, just ahead of her, Stiles barely has time to even see it, let alone try to dodge it.

Reasonably, Stiles lets out a startled screech. She grips the steering wheel tightly, but doesn’t have time to swerve, so instead, she kicks down on the break-pad as fast as she possibly can. She manages to skid to a halt, but unfortunately, not without smacking into whatever the thing is.

The thing seems thankfully clever enough to jump up onto her bonnet just as she hits it. It lets out a loud yelp, more surprised sounding than pained. Stiles just hopes she hasn’t killed whatever it is as she helplessly watches it then rolling harshly down the concrete road. When it rolls to a stop, Stiles waits with baited breath to see if it will move. She breaths out a loud sigh of relief when it does.

“OK. Shit. No. Shit. It’s OK. I’ll just call Scott and–“ Stiles cuts herself off, grabs her phone from the passenger’s seat. She takes off her seatbelt, opens the door and with slightly wobbly legs, she creeps over to the poor creature. “Oh, nooo, no, no, no...” Stiles’ eyes widen in horror as she gets closer, the guilt already eating her up as she mumbles, “It’s a fucking wolf.”

What if it’s someone’s loving pet? Wolves aren’t native to these parts, she knows this. Shit–what if it’s escaped from a sanctuary??

Stiles gulps down her shaky breaths as she moves a little closer. “Hey, big guy, I’m really fucking sorry. But it’s OK, OK? I... I’m gonna help you, OK? I’m not gonna leave you. I just need to...um...whoa...”

Stiles pauses just a couple of feet away. He’s probably the biggest wolf she’s ever seen, and that’s impressive enough. But what grabs her immediate attention is the fact that his eyes are literally glowing blue.

The wolf slowly pulls itself up to stand and Stiles gasps softly when she sees how big he really is. The wolf simply blinks at her, head lowered to show he’s no threat.

Stiles takes a small step closer, eyes the small hole in his left shoulder–“Oh, my God. Is that a bullet wound?” Stiles slowly reaches out one hand, her fingers curling, unsure.

The wolf takes a small step closer to her before slumping back to the ground with a little whimper.

Stiles feels her heart ache, feels her fears vanish completely as she moves to his side. “Shit, boy, what were you running from?” Stiles whispers, the wolf breathing calm and deep as she gently runs her fingers over his back.

As Stiles pulls her phone back out of her pocket, the wolf’s glowing eyes disappear as he slips into unconsciousness. Stiles feels herself panic a little, but doesn’t allow herself a moment to pause for it.

In the next five minutes, Stiles then finds herself very slowly dragging the wolf’s limp body up into the backseat of her Jeep.

The fluffy boy surprisingly weighs a fricking tonne, Stiles knows it’s probably all that thick muscle under his fur. At least he’s been fed well, she briefly thinks, still wondering just where the hell he came from.