Things We Never Saw Coming

Abandoned

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Monday, 12am

         Stiles was too stunned to think about anything other than the Kanima the entire drive back to the apartment. The creature’s eyes burned his vision every time he blinked, and its keening screech echoed in his ears. Derek grumbled beside him in the driver’s seat, his eyes darting back and forth from Stiles to the road. He parked his car behind the apartment—someone had taken his usual spot at the front of the building—and practically carried Stiles to the door.

         They trotted up the stairs and entered the apartment as quietly as they could. Derek set Stiles down on the couch and began to search the rooms for any sign of the Kanima, but it was nowhere to be found. When he was certain they were safe, he retrieved Stiles from the couch and dragged him to his room. 

         Stiles collapsed onto his bed and remained completely still. The poison of the Kanima had not completely worn off, and he felt like someone had coated all of his joints in superglue.

         Derek paced angrily back and forth beside the bed, irritation showing in his every movement. Stiles watched him out of the corner of his eye and frowned. “You’re going to wear out my carpet,” he murmured.

         Derek’s head jerked towards Stiles’ voice, and he frowned back. “You don’t get it,” he said. “It’s my fault that this happened to you. Mine.”

         “Don’t be stupid,” Stiles told him. “You couldn’t get there in time. Just shut up and calm down; I’m fine.”

         Derek shook his head. “No, you don’t get it,” he repeated. “I have to fix this. I can fix this.” He started towards the door with a renewed sense of purpose.

         “Hey, hold on a second,” Stiles called, forcing himself into a sitting position and glaring at Derek. “You’re just going to leave me here? What’s going on, Derek?”

         Derek shook his head. “I can fix this,” he repeated, and Stiles thought that perhaps something had finally snapped inside Derek’s mind that had made him lose it completely. “Everyone will be safe.” He disappeared out the door without another word.

         “Derek!” Stiles shouted after him, a knot forming in his gut. The apartment door shut behind the Alpha with a resounding click. “Derek! Der—oh for the love of God.” He collapsed back down onto his bed, gritting his teeth to stop himself from screaming in frustration. He didn’t want to be alone in the apartment, not when that thing was on the loose.

         The door to the apartment opened again, and Stiles heard footsteps. “Decided to stop acting like a hyperactive nutjob?” he called harshly. He’d been going out with Derek for a while now. Derek should know by now that leaving Stiles alone after traumatic events was a bad idea. And even if he hadn’t left, acting like a total psycho wasn’t exactly an advisable course of action.

         But the person who appeared at the door wasn’t Derek. Stiles stared in shock and horror as Matt stepped forward into his room, his large eyes alight with manic pleasure. “Hi, Stiles,” he said quietly, his voice quavering with nervous excitement. “There’s someone who wants to see you.”