The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Everyone Is A Killer

Stiles is surprised that her little squeak of pain didn’t set off any alarm bells. Mostly, she’s grateful in that moment for Gerard not giving her the time of day. For a second, she breathes through the dull throb of her now dislocated thumb.

And then, Stiles smiles, pleasantly surprised, this time, when she’s able to slip her poor hand right through the metal cuff. Her eyes widen in glee...before widening even more in horror...

She doesn’t waste a second then as she literally runs full speed and jumps right onto the evil son of a bitch’s back. He’s surprisingly sturdy for an old man, Stiles briefly thinks as he swirls around, but he’s finally off of Derek now, so there’s that at least.

Only now, Gerard is reaching up and grabbing a handful of her hair before yanking her off of him.

Stiles lands on her back with a pained grunt, but she quickly manages to roll onto her side just in time to avoid a kick to the stomach. She growls out in anger, kicking her own legs out causing the old hunter to stumble back a few paces.

Stiles’ eyes widen as he glares and points the shotgun at her face, her heart pounding as she tries to scramble back.

Finally, Derek musters enough strength to haul himself back up.

Stiles watches, eyes still wide as her wolf comes up behind the hunter and wraps the chains around his wrinkly old neck. Her eyes fall to the gun clattering to the floor as Derek drags Gerard further away from her.

Derek snarls in Gerard’s ear, holding the chains with what little strength he has left. He can already feel the old man gasping for breath, already feel his pulse begin to stutter and strain.

(And Derek is so thankful he’s an old man, because he’s heard the stories of the man in his hunter prime days–he knows he probably wouldn’t stand a chance here otherwise.)

Gerard grips at one of the wolf’s hands with one of his own hands, his other hand fumbling around his pockets.

Stiles gasps when she sees him pulling out a small hunting knife.

“No!” She springs into action then, pushing herself back up and rushing over to yank the blade away from him.

Derek snarls when Gerard manages to slap Stiles across the face with enough force to send her falling back to the floor.

Derek hauls him further back, tightens the chains, more and more...until finally, Gerard sags against him.

Derek waits a few more moments before finally letting the old man slip from his grasp. And then, he’s instantly sinking down beside Stiles with heaving breaths of relief. He shoves Gerard’s limp body away from him, rolls him over beside Allison’s still unconscious form.

Stiles winces as she slides over to a slowly crawling Derek.

“Are you–“

“I’m...” Derek coughs up a little blood, but smiles sheepishly up at her and says, “I’m OK.”

Stiles doesn’t know how she’s not panicking a shitload more than she already is, but she doesn’t dare to question it.

She slides her arms around his middle, careful to let him sit himself up as he uses her for support. “You’re not OK, Der...”

Her heart pangs painfully at the sight of him. Though, it also then, thuds heavily when he simply smiles warmly and leans his forehead against hers.

Derek only closes his stupid eyes for a damn moment, just allowing himself a moment to enjoy how close she is. And then, just a moment later, her warmth and softness are being pulled away from him.