Fools ||Sterek||

Chapter 11.

Derek

"Get in!" I hissed at Stiles who stood confused next to Scott.
"Derek what are-"
"Just get in!" He nodded his head and handed the keys of his jeep to Scott warning him to be careful. He sat on the passengers seat and threw his backpack on his lap. He turned his gaze at me and raised his eyebrows expecting an explanation. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.
"We figured something out. Something about you". He was filled with anticipation. I stopped the car in the parking lot of my flat and turned of the engine. My hand reached for his and our fingers intertwined. I started explaining everything to him what was the cause of his transformation and who, how much danger his in. His eyes were now directed at his fingers. He couldn't look at me.
"Stiles I'll do everything to protect you"
His lips stretched into a smile. After everything I just told him he still kept hoping for the best I could see it in his eyes.

I sat on the couch and Stiles lied down placing his head on my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and in  minutes his breathing slowed down  as he fell asleep. I picked up the book from the coffee table and started reading it, but I couldn't focus on the words in front of my eyes all I could think of was the fragile boy sleeping in my lap. How will I ever keep him safe from everyone. There's no way I can handle this I'm only going to hurt him more. I'm going to lose him. Harland's words kept repeating in my head and my mind was overwhelmed with plans that would never succeed. Maybe we could run away. They would find us and Stile's couldn't leave his father and friends behind I  can't force him to do it. My own thoughts were eating me away.

I woke up thanks to Stiles constantly shaking my shoulder and repeating my name. I can't believe I fell asleep when I should be watching Stiles. I jump off the couch and cup his startled face with my hands.
"Are you okay?" I asked looking around the loft.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" he was concerned as it was written all over his face. I let go of his face and his hands caught mine. A wide grin appeared on his face as he squeezed my hands.
"C'mon let's  go play some chess" He said pulling me to the table where the chessboard and figurines were already placed. We sat across each other. He got extremely better from the last time we played, his moves were swift and fast making me look like an idiot and for a first I had no problem with it seeing him concurring his powers made me happy. Every time he knew he's going to take out one of my figurines a grin appeared on his face.
"You know you should practice on your poker face."
He looked at me confusingly with his lips ajar.
"What do you mean? Wait I have a tell?" I nodded my head and he raised his eyebrows.
"Every time you know you are going to take on of my out you smile" Stiles shook his head and threw his head back.
"Dammit" he said to himself.
"Don't worry that's the smallest thing you have to handle" My hand reached for his and our fingers intertwined a subtle smile appeared on his lips and I could feel my cheeks heating up. The happiness soon faded away as the realization that I can lose him anytime over flew my mind. My stomach dropped.

The shattering glass broke the silence in the loft. I sprinted downstairs witnessing Stiles standing still like a statue. The glass was scattered all over the floor and the water filled the cracks.
"Stiles?" I asked with caution he still wasn't moving and he kept his gaze on the glass.
"Stiles what's going on?" I placed my hand on his cheek and he lifted his head the golden eyes staring at mine. Fear. I felt fear.
"Someone's coming" His voice was shaking.
"Who?"
"I don't know" he answered tears filling his eyes and one ran down his cheek.
The doors were opened and smoke filled the room I tried to move, to run, to get Stiles out but my legs gave up and I hit the floor. My vision was getting blurry but I still managed to make out figures who entered and three of them grabbed Stiles pulling him away. Away from me. I failed.

And I lost him.

Stiles

The dripping beside my ear woke me up. I fluttered my eyes open the white light blinding me. When my vision finally cleared up the light that was blinding me before was now a mere white lightbulb hanging on the white celling. I shifted my head side ways I was lying on cold, white tiled floor. My left arm was bandaged and there was still something under it. A needle. I lifted myself from the floor. The room was spinning.
"Hello"  I jumped at the voice. An older man stood in front of me. He had white hair that were tucked behind his ears and wrinkles around his eyes and lips his eyes were glowing a deep blue tint and he wore a grey suit. In his right arm he held a white cain. I scooted back away from as this was the only movement my sore body could handle.
"Don't be afraid of me Stiles" He said with a raspy voice.
"Who are you?" I stuttered . My mouth and throat were both dried like the desert.
"Ahh but you already know me Stiles" He said and I shook my head. I have never seen this man before in my life. He got one step closer and looked me in the eyes. Than it hit me. The blue eyes from my hallucination from yesterday. How long have I been here? Where even am I?
" I was once what you are now. I managed to get away from their dirty hands but sadly they got you and now they'll kill you."
"I don't understand"
"No matter how many warnings my granddaughter gave the hunters still captured you." His granddaughter. Harland. Harland is this mans granddaughter. Now the dots were connected. The fox that bit me was actually this man who gave his powers to me since the hunters were out to get him and he probably had no other choice then to bite me and keep his powers in my hands.
"I will die?"
"Not unless your werewolf boyfriend saves you. Use your bond." And with that the man was gone. And the only thing I could think of was Derek. Is he okay? I wanted him beside me his hand in mine giving me the feeling of safety.