May The Gods Be Never Than You Braver

DISBELIEF & DISASTER

{AUTHORS NOTE: This is an old-ish fanfic now so the storyline is clearly not up to date. I was inspired to write this after reading some exceptionally good stisaac fics and although it definitely doesn't live up to them, I enjoyed creating new elements to the characters. Enjoy xx}

Stiles is cold, and wet, and currently leaning against a huge tree trunk, shaking uncontrollably. He woke up in the forest a while ago and has been wandering aimlessly through the trees since, with absolutely no idea where he is or how he got there.

His memory is fuzzy, but the last thing he remembers is taking Scott home after school, then driving home and hitting something on the way. When he got out of the car, he was confused that there was nothing behind the jeep, and after that everything went black.

Now he's stranded, who knows where, and has no idea if anyone knows he's missing. He starts to panic, before remembering that his dad always calls him if he's working late and if Stiles doesn't pick up he always calls Scott to check up on him. For one of the first times in his life, Stiles is really glad that his dad is almost an over-protective parent.

From what stiles can tell, it's late at night as the forest is almost pitch black, the only light coming from the sliver of moon above his head. By this time his father must have realised that Stiles was missing. Stiles just hoped that he found him soon because at this rate, he was going to freeze to death.

After freaking out a little, Stiles comes back into full consciousness and his head is pounding, most of the pain coming from the back of his skull. He tentatively touches the back of his head and when he looks at his hand, it is covered in blood.

His hair is matted and the blood has made its way down his neck and is beginning to soak into the back of his ripped t-shirt. He can also feel a throbbing in his leg, and looks down to find a huge gash running from his knee to mid-thigh. His jeans are ripped and, soaked in blood. Stiles can also feel at least ten other places where he must have run into branches or fallen on sharp objects. His feet are bare and covered in scratches, and his hands have cuts and scrapes from stumbling through the woods.

He can't seem to concentrate on any one injury, and the pain is almost overwhelming, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins makes him keep moving. Holding himself up with trees and crawling at some points, he tries to travel in one direction, hoping that he might reach the edge of the trees somewhere or get to a river or some form of civilisation.

While traipsing through the woods, Stiles' blood loss begins to set in and he feels light headed. To add to his situation, it began raining just after he woke up, meaning that along with branches and trees to avoid, there were now puddles and the ground was muddy and slippery.

His clothes are drenched and the rain stings as is creeps into his wounds. His feeble attempt at going anywhere becomes more helpless and he stumbles, falling to the ground at least ten times before giving up and staying on the sodden forest floor, his back against a tree.

He can barely keep his eyes open at this point and some snippets of the afternoon and night are coming back to him gradually. He can now remember the distinct sound of footsteps before he blacked out, and the pain of someone hitting him with what must have been a piece of wood judging by the wound on the back of his head. He could also recall being on a cold concrete floor at some point.

Only half awake, Stiles decides to call for help. Hoping that maybe one of the werewolves are in earshot. After yelling 'Help' until his throat hurts he gives up and almost falls asleep, before remembering that he might have a concussion, and sleep probably isn't the best idea.

He sits leaning against the tree, his leg aching and head feeling like it's about to explode. His hands and feet are raw and a mixture of rain and blood is dripping in his eyes. Clothes ripped and dirty, wounds stinging and bleeding, he is almost ready to give up hope when he hears branches breaking to his left.