Eternal (Sterek)

Maybe little or alot

Now, imagine a normal sized attractive man, almost two hundred pounds. Than add the weight of a fur coat from a wolf and the muscle mass. There you have a unconscious Derek on your shoulders.

Fun times.

This has happened before, well to Stiles. Not really Scott a lot but most defiantly Stiles. The time at the school pool with the giant man eating lizard ready to slice a throat and Stiles had to carry Derek on his shoulders because he was paralyzed, than again it was only a few feet when Stiles tossed Derek into the deep end, of course, and held him up for two or three hours.

Yup, really fun.

Little to nothing it isn't new to the boys either way but Derek was bit by a warewolf, with none other than rabies. So, when Stiles and Scott sat the over grown lap dog on the couch, immediately the dark brown haired boy went onto his computer and looked up the sentence "Can you cure rabies?"

Many things popped up on his screen, but not what he was looking for. All it stated was.

DEATH BY RABIES! YOU CAN DIE! I GOT BIT BY A SKUNK AND IT WAS ACTING WEIRD AND CRAZED, DO I HAVE RABIES NOW?! MY DOG GOT RABIES AND I PET IT! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

Stiles wondered how someone could even get in that situation, skunks bite? Do they even have teeth? Did this person even know it was a skunk and not some black and white cat that looked like one? Sounded like that old T.V show he used to watch, something toon, Toontown? The Bugsbunny cartoon show and it was entertaining for the boy to watch, kept him occupied with his A.D.H.D.

Scott noticed his friend staring off into space while Derek started to droll on his shoulder. Gross. Dog droll. Scott thought. The young warewolf shoved Derek on the other side of the couch as he stood and tapped His best friends shoulder hesitantly, not wanting to startle him.

Stiles shook out of his haze, his vision focused on Scott who, he just noticed, had a bruise under his eye, it was dark like the color of his hair, but with a swirl of colors ranging from green to purple. Seemed painful, probably felt painful too.

"Did you find anything?" Scott asked his gaze at the computer. Stiles shook his head, getting frustrated from the lack of answers.

"Dude, all I'm seeing is; Waring. Rabies can kill. Blah, blah, blah. Shit like that. I'll look up how to cure rabies from a warewolf, maybe some antidote or something. But if I can't, he might die Scott." Stiles rambled staring at Derek worriedly. The boy has said this many times of how they should just kill Derek and move on, but Derek protected them, he cared about his pack deeply, might seem as if the alpha wants nothing to do with them most of the time but, he's their friend.

"We can't let him die Stiles. You know that" Stiles nodded agreeing with his best friends statement. "Maybe sense he's a warewolf it will wash off" Scott suggested.

Stiles scoffed "Did you see that other wolf? It tried to kill me, you and Derek! Just imagine what Derek will be like once it sets in. Basically a grumpy angry Derek on steroids. Wanna know what that means? We are got food!" The boy had a point, that other wolf was just a beta. A crazed alpha will just set things in even worse.

Scott was frustrated. Very frustrated. Derek was the only thing that helped him control his wolf, if he's gone. Who knows what will happen. He'll hurt something, or someone he deeply cares about.

A grunt shut both boys up. Derek was waking, he was going through pain and a lot. They had to do something.

"Call Alison. Maybe she'll know what to do with her ninja hunting skills and potions." Stiles suggested to Scott, the boy shook his head.

"Alison got her phone taken away, I'll have to go get her myself. Stay with him and don't let him get up. If he tries something just get the hell out of here and call me." Scott rushed while running out of his friends house.

Stiles froze looking at Derek who was restless, simpering in the shooting pain up his abdomen. Maybe if he puts ice over it, it will help a little. Just to ease the pain the warewolf is going through.

"Stiles." Derek spoke, voice raspy.

"Shut up. You're hurt and talking will make it a hell of a lot worse" His voice was sharp like razors, he didn't want to talk. This was kind of his fault, a little. He shouldn't have run, just stayed put. Than again, Derek did drag his ass all the way over to the parking lot to basically be dinner.

"I'm an alpha. The poison won't effect me long, just for three hours" Derek yelled when a current of pain shot through him again. "Just. Make sure I don't leave this house. If I start to foam from the mouth, lock me in a room and don't let me out till the three hours are up." Stiles nodded, too scared to form words.

"I'm not going to drag your sorry warewolf ass up those stairs. But I will make sure you won't move.