Bed Of Ashes A Teen Wolf AU (Sterek/Sciles/Stisaac)(boyxboy)

I Can't Save You

The only light came from the street lamp at the corner of the old willow pike church and the lone star hotel. Shadows stretched along the graffiti covered walls, dancing and chasing one another. In the distance, you could hear the rhythm of nearby cars splashing through the puddles left by the rain from the night before. The smell of stale pizza was strong coming from the dumpsters. A strong breeze dragged leafs scattering and dragging them to dark places where they would never be seen again.

Stiles slowly exhaled letting out a cloud of breath that haloed his head. He sat next to the dumpster hidden. His chin rested on his knees while his arms were wrapped tightly around his legs pulling them close to his body. Even though Stiles couldn't see him, he knew he was there. He could hear Derek's heavy steps echoing off the alley walls. He held his breath anticipating the arrival. Stiles slowly looked up from his knees feeling an extra presence and saw the glow of Derek's cigarette bobbing in the air before he saw that steely gaze upon him.

Stiles watched as Derek dropped his cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his shoe. Stiles looked up from the crushed butt and back up at Derek. Derek's eyes were bloodshot and his usual smooth face had stubble. Stiles studied Derek's face, and could see he was exhausted. "what're you doing?"

Stiles did his best to swallow and moisten his dry mouth. The words were trying to form but before he could even try to answer a pair of headlights pulled into the alley. Stiles stuck his head out from behind the dumpster and squinted into the blinding lights.

[Present]

"What happened next? Stiles?" Parrish watched the blank face in front of him. Stiles looked back at the detective.

"I-I don't remember..."

"You can't remember or you don't want to?"

"Does it matter? I blacked  it out okay." This was the most defensive he had seen Stiles all night.

"That doesn't make sense. I want to help you. I don't think you belong in jail."

"I can't!"

"Please Stiles?"

"I told you I blacked out... I woke up and I was back in the room... the drugs he gave me messed me up."

" So you got up and just caught him on fire!? Come on there's more than that. I need the whole story.

"Can't you just leave it?"

"Not if it means putting you in jail."

"Then lock me up"

"I can't do that." Parrish was at a loss. He knew that his friends and family needed him and that Stiles needed them.

"You can't save me."

"I can try."

"Fine. Scott wasn't there." Stiles was trembling now and picked at the frayed edges of the strings in the hood of his jacket,  trying to distract himself.

"I don't understand?"

"I tried. I really fought but I was too weak and... I tried." He looked up for a moment and his eyes were shining as tears rolled down his cheeks. "He- he raped me."

The room fell silent and Stiles took a deep breath wiping his face.

"The person who was supposed to love me. Who I loved. He did that to me"

Sheriff Stilinski was watching. He had made it back into the room 20 minutes earlier. He couldn't wait any longer and the more he waited the more stir crazy he had become. He felt useless and thought if he listened he may find a way to save his son. Now he clenched his fist and did his best to bite down the boiling anger. How could he not see it. Why didn't he see it earlier. He should be in that room; not his son. He wasn't sure what he could do now. His son had been hurt in one of the worst possible ways. He had lost his mother at a young age and now this. He felt like he had failed him.

[Flashback]

Stiles slipped out of the bed and found his pants putting them back on. He could hear Derek lightly snoring. He could barely move the pain still shooting through him. His body hurt, his head hurt, his heart was broken. He had laid there for hours after all the thoughts swimming and the voices growing louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore.

Stiles found the cigarettes and lighter sitting on the dresser and grabbed them. He looked at them for what felt like an hour before he moved again. He had to be stopped. Stiles now knew what Scott had been feeling and what hurt worse was he didn't believe Derek could do it. Stiles wasn't sure he knew anything anymore.

"I love you Derek but you can't hurt me anymore. You can't hurt any of us anymore." He was numb.

Derek was still asleep as Stiles made his speech. Stiles leaned over Derek and kissed him on the cheek.

"I can't to fix you."

Stiles grabbed the corner of the sheet and flicked the lighter to life and slowly the flames began to eat at the blankets. Stiles grabbed the liquor bottle and poured the remainder onto the bed helping fuel the flames. He only watched for a moment making sure the fire would continue to burn and then he ran from the room and didn't stop. He wasn't sure what he did in those next minutes. He was found in a bus stop shivering and rambling incoherent words. He was immediately brought to the police station when he started forming complete thoughts. He insisted on being brought there, he had to confess.

[Present] (The story is now caught up with itself)

They sat in silence for a few moments until Parrish made the first move. Without a word he left Stiles alone as he walked out into the hall to meet with the other detectives.

Stiles drummed his fingers against the desk. He knew things wouldn't be the same after this. It was all going to change.

The door finally opened.

"You're free to go. As of now we are labeling it self defense. If anything changes..."

"Yeah, my dads the sheriff. He'll keep me updated." Though he wasn't going to jail apart of him still felt horrible. he had killed someone.

"You're dads on the other side of the door."

"He knows doesn't he?"

Parrish looked to the ground and opened the door. Stiles slowly got up and walked into the hall. His father's face broke his heart. He tried to hold back the tears but couldn't and the sheriff had tears of his own. Stilinski grabbed his son and pulled him into his chest tightly.

"I'm sorry kid. I should have known."

Stiles gripped his dad tighter. Stilinski pulled him away and looked at his son.

"Whatever you need we'll get it for you."

"I'm sorry to interrupt but we need to run over a few more things. Some paper work stuff. I know you want to get home but if you just go over these few things I can get the rest done and you guys can take the time you need to just..." Parrish wasn't sure what to say next.

"I know parrish. Is that alright Stiles? It'll only take a few minutes and then I'll get you home in your own bed." Stiles nodded and took a seat.

He watched them as they walked away, and felt sad, like part of him would never be back in place, that they would treat him like he had been broken, because he was.

-

"Did you find the ransom money from the Hales? I talked to them earlier and they said a detective had taken care of it but I wasn't aware who was on the case or that we even had one."

Parrish looked up from the forms and from the look on his face he was also confused.

"I wasn't aware of that either. Maybe an officer took the report and misplaced it?"

Stilinski had a gut feeling. "Something isn't adding up. We need to find out where that report is at."

-

Stiles turned and walked out of the station and into the night. He saw a car flash its lights and he quickly ran to it opening the door.

"Need a ride?" Isaac smiled and Stiles got into the car feeling a pressure lifting from his shoulders as he sunk into the seat.