The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

The Void

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“Fucking seriously, Scott?! The one time I actually need you to pick up!”

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“Fuck!” Derek slides her phone into his pocket before rushing back to Stiles’ side.

She’s still unconscious. Has been for over 7 minutes now.

Derek is trying hard not to panic—

“OK. It’s OK. You’re still alive. You’re still breathing fine. Your pulse is steady. You’re not dead. I didn’t hurt you. I didn’t kill yet another girlfriend. It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. Everything is...fine...”

—Derek is trying really hard not to panic right now.

The only thing that miraculously pulls his focus from having a complete meltdown is the sudden realisation of how fucking self-centred he’s being–worrying about his own morals and soul, when he should be doing everything he can to help his mate; to help Stiles.

He soon kicks his own ass into gear–Derek takes a deep breath to calm and centre himself, then, he’s carefully scooping her limp body to his chest. He holds her securely in his arms as he makes his way towards the front door.

He gets to take just three steps when Stiles suddenly springs awake. She jolts so violently against him, he barely manages to set her down on her feet as she falls out of his arms.

“Easy.” He gently swipes the hair from her eyes. Though, frowns when she flinches very slightly–not afraid, but not happy either.

Her eyes are wide and analytical, maybe almost threatening. Although, it’s the sense of threat he feels in her right now.

Derek is highly confused, also a little stung, but pushing his ego aside, he lifts his hand away from her, slowly and carefully, showing her he’s no threat at all. His frown runs deeper then–she looks as though she finally recognises him, though, she still doesn’t look happy.

In fact, she looks somewhere in between amused and disgusted.

But what confuses him all the more is watching her then staring at her own hands as she slowly turns them over and wriggles her fingers.

(Derek doesn’t know why he just watches somehow hypnotised–then again, that’s just Stiles’ general effect on him, so maybe that’s why he doesn’t dwell on it too much.)

It’s like she’s seeing and feeling her own body for the first time–the way she then reaches a hand up to feel a few locks of her hair; the way she tugs curiously at her clothing; the way she wiggles her shoulders; the way she glances back up at him and laughs gleefully, like she’s just won the lottery (or like she finally got those superpowers she’s always bitching about not having...)

“Oh, wow.” And finally, she speaks, looks highly amused now.

And Derek is just so happy and relieved to have her back (even after a few minutes–he’s a little needy after what happened with Gerard and Allison), that he just wraps her up in a tight hug while grumbling in her ear, “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Oh, Derek,”

If he were paying closer attention, he’d notice the full taunting in her tone.

Instead, he’s sighing contently and hugging her just a little tighter. And that soft smile on his face doesn’t even fall when she says—

“You’re really not gonna like what happens next then.”

He even chuckles with giddiness, fully ready to flirt back when he starts with a simple coy sounding, “What?”

Even when Stiles is suddenly gripping him harshly by the throat with just one hand, Derek still hasn’t quite come back to reality as he sputters up a chuckle and chokes around his next words, “I know you like it rough, but–Holy Fuck!”

The cracks in his reality start to break when Stiles wrinkles her face in disgust and snaps back with a harsh, “Shut up!”

And finally, the small startle is followed by a pause, one of which he uses to look at her.

Really look at her...

She’s staring back at him like she’s waiting for him to figure it all out. She looks at him like he’s a complete and utter idiot, and when he finally realises, he really fucking feels like one (and worse), because when he looks into her eyes, it isn’t his Stiles he’s sees looking back at him.

“You’re not–“

She–whoever it is doesn’t let him finish, tauntingly cutting him off with a sharp and disturbingly chirpy, “Nope!” Then, grinning as he growls, and telling him, “You really do proceed the werewolf reputation of being nothing but stupid and stupidly glorified mutt.”

“You’re the nogitsune.” Derek grits out, snarling under his breath when her hand tightens around his throat.

“Well, what do you know? I stand corrected.” Void grins while using Stiles’ other hand to motion down to her legs as he then adds, “But at least I can stand again.”

“Wait.” Derek is never one for begging, but when it comes to Stiles, he apparently has no problem with saying: “Take me instead.”

Void wrinkles Stiles’ nose, looks at him with pure disgust as he says, “No, very thank you.”

“Don’t–“ Derek suppresses another snarl of anger, desperate now as he silently prays–while begging aloud, “Don’t hurt her...please?”

(He knows saying ‘please’ to an ancient evil spirit is positively absurd and downright laughable—)

“Please??”

(—but he is desperate.)

Void clearly thinks the whole thing is comical, looking at the wolf like he’s highly entertaining (and also insane), and then, chuckling and telling him, “Hurt her? Why would I do that? She’s perfect.” And then, smirking flirtatiously and teasingly adding, “You agree, don’t you, Derek?”

Derek can’t help snarling, this time, as he spits out his words like a venomous vow, “You’re not gonna touch her!” He finally yanks Stiles’ hand away from his throat.

Void arches a brow at him after glancing down at Stiles’ body, sarcasm tinging his tone as he says, “Little too late for that.” Then, shrugging casually and stating, “I just want to have a little fun before I shuffle off.”

“You’re not shuffling off to anywhere!” Derek scoffs loudly, fangs slowly growing along with his claws. He readies himself to fight–without hurting the fricking love of his goddamn fucked up life.

Huffing exasperatedly, though highly pleased also, Void, too, readies himself for a little fight with the little wolf.

Just something fun to do until he finally “shuffles off...”

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(Like darkness of space, shimmering gold ripples all around. And instead of white the tiny white dots of stars, these “stars” that surround her now–that feel so close but when she reaches out to touch, realises are so very far away, maybe further than the stars themselves–are all the colours of the rainbow and so much more...)

(She is in... The Void.)

[No, not that one.]

Stiles glances around, and finally asks the most important question: “...Where the absolute fuck am I?”