Holding On to You

Chapter 1

          Stiles couldn't breath, in fact, he didn't know oxygen could run this short. When in the comforts of his own home, it should be in major supply. However, it was stolen from him- gouged out actually, Derek slamming him roughly against his bedroom door.

"If you say one word..." threatened the werewolf, a permanent scowl sculpting his features.

Breathing well enough to let slip a sarcastic retort, Stiles replied with a scoff, "Like what? Hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room! Bring the gun?"

          Derek's expression did not change, eyes staring into the boy's dominantly. Their interactions didn't usually last this long, Stiles thought, curious as to why Derek wasn't letting him go. A point had been made, the boy was scared out of his mind, why did Derek insist on the staredown?

         Then the wolf's eyes moved down, seeming to glue upon Stiles' lips. His own moved closer, Stiles was sure of it, but didn't know why. Was he smelling him? Probably, that seemed like the most logical assumption. Maybe Derek was simply capturing the scent of hatred. Lord knows that, if he could, Stiles would have done that a long time ago.

           Quickly releasing his grip on Stiles' jacket, Derek stepped back. Thank god, Stiles sighed, wishing that he hadn't just wasted two minutes of his life being bound by an extremely moody wolf.

"What do you want anyway?"Stiles asked, walking past Derek to his desk chair.

         The beta only wished he could tell him- only wished the notion would be accepted. But this wasn't an idea anymore- it was almost time. How in the world would he keep Stiles safe? "This number," Derek said, changing the subject to something less concerning, "it's the one the alpha used to trap you and Scott in the school. If you can track it, he's out in the open."

Stiles spun around, "Something tells me that's not a good thing."

"It is for us." Derek pointed out, "Can you do it or not?"

"I can't." Stiles scoffed, "But I know someone who can."

          Stiles' words were blurred- barely understandable amongst the throbbing want in Derek's veins. Recently implanted, the beta didn't know how to handle these feelings- didn't know how to control them or even if they could be controlled to begin with. All Derek knew, as of this moment, was that Stiles was so close. His lips were of a reachable distance and it wouldn't rob him of much energy to take what he wanted here and now. Then again it wasn't what Stiles wanted- at least Derek didn't think it was. Derek may have been a killer but he was most certainly not a rapist of a sixteen year old boy. He had some standards, after all. However, those standards, as firmly planted as he claimed to be with them, might not matter in a few days.

"Hello?!" Stiles called out, awaking Derek from his intense thought process.

"Yeah?" the wolf blinked multiple times in attempts to clear his vision of the desire.

"I got a friend who can probably trace the number." Stiles said, "You want me to call him?"

"No." Derek shook his throbbing head, "J-Just forget it."

Stiles got to his feet, analyzing Derek's stressed eyes, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I-I," Derek put a hand to his face, hoping it would block his view of Stiles, "I gotta go." Rushing past the boy, Derek hurriedly climbed out his window. Stiles ran to the pane, seeing nothing fall on or lay atop the ground below. Derek had disappeared.

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Okay so a lame first chapter, I know.

As you can see, it started with the scene prior to the infamous "Miguel" snafu and I went from there. Things make more sense later on, just FYI...

I will be updating (hopefully) everyday so it will be a rather short story altogether.

Hope you enjoy:)