Face Down [Sterek]

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

 “Where is he?”

   Stiles gazed at Derek who pretended like he didn’t hear him. That was bull. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but Stiles knew werewolves had excellent ass hearing. He grabbed Derek’s upper arm and ignored his heat beating. His touch was having such a great effect on him. But Stiles didn’t let go. He stared right at; Derek determined to get an answer.

  “At the condition I left him in, he should be in the ER”

 “Seriously, where is he?”

    A picture of Danny with bleeding and broken bones popped up in Stiles mind. He shivered, afraid of the image. Even though he deserves it, Stiles in no way wanted Danny to be hurt. That’s why Stiles never struck back when he assaulted him. Because, if he did he would be just as bad as he was.

  “Why do you care?” asked Derek rather bluntly.

    It was a question that Stiles didn’t really have an answer too. He didn’t exactly know why he cared. I mean why should he care for someone that treated him mostly like the scum on the bottom of their shoe? Why should he be concerned for their well-being while his was terrible? Why should he feel pity for the guy that caused him hell ever since he gotten in this damn relationship? Why should he?

   The answer, Stiles suddenly figured out was simple. He had decency. He couldn’t end this way between him and Danny. It would be wrong and besides Stiles had to tell him the real reason why he was leaving. Once he did, he will leave Danny forever. He would be free.

   That’s all he’s been craving for: freedom. Precious freedom that was waiting for him on the horizon. Beckoning him.

 “Please tell me” Stiles pleaded giving Derek puppy dog eyes.

    The wolf rolled his eyes and tried to remain a stoic visage. However, he couldn’t resist the adorable look Stiles was emitting. So he caved in like a bitch.

  “Fine” he grumbled and his nose shot up in the air. He used his werewolf senses to detect the scent of Danny. Stiles watched and was glad when Derek caught a smell in the air. He straightened his shoulders and turned to him.

    “He’s still in the courtyard” said Derek and Stiles smiled a smile of appreciation.

    “Thank you” The human boy was about to head off to the courtyard.

   “Stiles…” the voice of Derek and he whirled around. “Beware, his state is really bad. I tore him up. To say he will be furious, will be an understatement”

  Stiles nodded his head in an understanding.

   “I know” he said confidently.

    “If he threatens to hurt you, just call me. I’ll be there in seconds”

   “I know”

  “I’m serious, Stiles” said Derek giving the brown – haired boy a look of care. There was passion behind that stare and Stiles was uncertain how to make of it.

  “I know” Stiles repeated and headed off feeling the weight of Derek’s eyes boring down on him.

A/N: Hey guys! One more chapter and this story will come to a end. But don't worry my gumdrops I'm planning on making a sequel. (; So stay tuned!