Sterek- a love story

Chapter 1

Stiles woke to the blaring of his cell phone in his left ear. He jumped up quickly, knocking the bedside lamp over and shattering the lightbulb.

"Shit!" He snatched his phone quickly to see that Scott was calling him.

He struggled to hit answer and conveniently missed the call alltogether. 

"Stiles! You're gonna be late for school, I hope your not making a mess up there." Sherriff Stilinski, Stiles's dad yelled.

Stiles glanced at the broken lamp and facepalmed his forehead hard. He scrambled to shove the broken pieces into a trash can while attempting to slip into a pair of jeans. One of the glass shards sliced inbetween Stiles's thumb and pointer finger on his hand. The blood appeared almost instantly and instant pain came with it. The blood kept flowing and in an attempt to stop it Stiles put his mouth over the cut. 

"Stiles! Hurry up!" Sherriff Stilinski echoed. 

"One Second Dad!" Stiles replied rushing into the bathroom.

Stiles started to run cold water over the cut and it stung harshly. He rummaged through his medicine cabinet and managed to find a band aid. He stuck it on the cut but it hardly covered it and the blood just kept rushing out. He suddenly wondered if he needed to go to the emergency room. Once again, his phone beeped, this time it was a text from Scott. The text read: Emergency with Derek, it's the alpha pack. Meet me outside the school. Stiles entered panic mode when he realized something was wrong with Derek. Every since he first laid eyes on Derek Hale, Stiles knew he had a strong connection that nobody else could have. He often wondered if he was gay. Stiles felt a drop on his foot and looked at the cut once again, it was still gushing. He found an ACE bandage and sloppily wrapped the cut tight to stop the blood flow. With his free hand he relped on my way to Scott and grabbed his keys, running for the door.

"Bye Dad!" Stiles said as he shoved the keys into the ignition.

The engine to Stiles blue Jeep hummed and rumbled as he pulled to a stop in front of the school. Sure enough Scott was idly waiting by his crap of a bike. He jogged over to the Jeep and got into the passenger seat. 

"Is Derek okay?!?" Stiles demanded an answer.

"Since when do you care so much about Derek? I thought he scared you." Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles.

It was the truth. Derek Hale had been the figure in many of Stiles nightmares since thier first encounter. After a while it occurred to Stiles that maybe he was so afraid of Derek because he was afraid of actually having feelings towards him. Or maybe it was just his stern demeanor and werewolf fangs that creeped him out. Someone knocked on the passenger window and Stiles turned to see the beautiful Allison Argent standing outside of his car. Scott cranked the window down and Allison bent forward to plant a long kiss on Scott's mouth. Technically speaking they weren't dating because of Allison's werewolf hunting parents.

"Allison, someone at school might see us." Scott furrowed his brow in worry, the last thing he wanted was for him to get caught and Allison's parents to find out.

"Wherever you're going, I want in!" Allison climbed into the backseat and crossed her arms over her chest.

They were on a time crunch since Derek was in dire need of help so Stiles didn't argue. Scott crawled inbetween Stiles and the passenger seat and snuggled up next to Allison. They hadn't seen each other in so long since Allison's mother had become the school secretary. Stiles pulled away from the school and started towards the Hale's burnt down house where Derek would be waiting. Just the thought of Derek sent Stiles heartbeat racing quickly. He had never had these kinds of feelings towards anyone, not even Lydia Martin his long time crush. The car slowed to a stop in front of the Hale house and all three of them jumped out. They approached the door and slowly crept inside. 

"Derek?" Scott examined the area with his werewolf vision. 

Suddenly they spotted Derek on the floor being torn up by another Alpha. The alpha kept stabbing Derek with his long werewolf nails. Derek was powerless! Scott shifted into a werewolf and Allison pulled out her pocket crossbow. She ran at the Alpha, shooting him in the arm and temporarily stunning him. The Aplha, twice her size, charged at Allison pushing her backward into the staircase.

"Allison!" Scott used all his force against the other werewolf.

Stiles rushed to help Allison up, her wrist was severly cut and bleeding pretty badly. 

"We need to get you to a hospital, I think it's broken!" Stiles hoisted Allison up and set her outside of the house in the leaves. 

He heard the crashing of glass and saw the other werewolf punch throught the window and run away from the house. Stiles went inside where Scott was standing over Derek. 

"Allison is hurt, I think her wrist is broken!" Stiles pointed outside.

Scott shifted back into a human and gathered Allison, entering the house with her in his arms.

"I'm fine." She assured them but they could all see the pain on her face. 

"Stiles, stay with Derek, he should heal soon enough, I'm taking her to the hospital! I'll be back soon." Scott left the house.

"Scott! You can't just leave me here with him! What if the werewolf decides he wants a round 2?" Stiles shook his head, it was no use, Scott was already gone.

Stiles watched Derek in pain on the ground, he was laying in a small pool of his blood. It pained Stiles so much to see him like that. 

"Stiles? Can you help me get this shirt off?" Derek beckoned in a weak voice, "It will help the healing proccess."

Stiles hesitatnly walked over to Derek and knelt down. He put his hands onto the hem of Derek's shirt and slowly lifted it over his head revealing Derek's perfectly toned body. The sight of Derek's sweaty, shirtless torso aroused Stiles and he tried to hide his now developing boner. Derek winced as the cuts started disappearing one by one. Stiles swallowed, nervous in the presence of Derek's naked torso.

"Help me up." Derek out stretched his hand and Stiles grabbed it willingly.

He hoisted Derek up until their faces were mere inches away. Now Stiles could practically feel the sexual tension between them. He knew Derek felt it too because they both leaned in at the same time. Stiles felt Derek's breath on his face as the space between their lips slowly dwindled. The door opening interuppted them. 

"Stiles! Derek!" Scott ran up to them and pulled them out of the house. 

"Allison is in the hospital, I have to go see her now. Stiles, can you keep Derek in your car for a while until we find a safe place for him to stay?" Scott asked.

"What am I going to do, just drive around all day?" He questioned.

"Pretty much! Bye, have fun!" With that Scott ran away from the house and out of the woods.

Derek and Stiles climbed into the Jeep.

"Soooo." Stiles awkwardly broke the silence.

"Shut up and keep driving!" Derek snarled.

There was no trace left of any romantic encounter that had happened earlier in the house. Stiles spirits lowered and he hung his head down low. Derek just sat there shirtless, and stared ahead onto the road. They drove around until school ended, then Stiles decided it would be better just to take Derek to his house and attempt to hide him from his father. 

"What the hell are we doing?" Derek grasped Stiles arm strongly as they pulled into Stiles's driveway. 

Stiles looked down at his hand and smirked a little. Then the pain from his grip set in and he screamed like a little girl. 

"You can stay in my room for a while until Scott gets back." Stiles tried to say as his arm started to throb.

"Fine." Derek exited the car and slammed the door.

Yep, he was back to his bitter and relentless self. Stiles was somewhat happy that Derek was this way, it meant he was feeling better. But some part of Stiles wished that Scott had never returned. Maybe him and Derek would've kissed.