Covet // Sterek

7 // Saved by Stilinski

Stiles unlocked his front door, letting Elara slowly walk in, she looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do with herself.

"Take a seat honey." Stiles gave a small smile, turning on the living room light. The cold pizza was still in the middle of the table along with the money. Elara eventually sat on the edge of the sofa, letting Derek's jacket fall from around her shoulders. She'd been at the station for ages, explaining how the driver came from nowhere,  how she climbed out and then the car was hit. Stiles couldn't get a hold of Peter so he just decided to keep her with him.

"They're gonna find my dad, aren't they?" She asked nervously, Stiles nodded and bent down so their faces were level.

"I promise." Stiles smiled, Elara jumped up and wrapped her arms around the sheriff as he smoothed her back lightly. She didn't want to cry again. That's all she'd been doing and she didn't want to seem weak in front of Stiles.

"I'm just going to make up the spare bed, I'll be back in a minute." Stiles explained, Elara nodded and he left to grab all the bed linen. He was making the bed when he heard the door ring, he stopped what he was doing and headed back down the stairs. Elara had opened the door in hopes of her father being at the other side but it was Scott.

"Stiles, I think it-Oh hey Elara." Stiles rushed down the stairs, taking Elara by the shoulder.

"Come with me. Scott, go sit down, I'll be down now." Stiles walked with Elara up the stairs and they made the bed together.

"Uh, clothes?" Stiles looked around and saw a bag of Malia's. He sucked in a sharp breath, opening them up and looking for some sort of pajamas. He grabbed a long top and pair of soft fabric shorts.

"Call me if you need anything." Stiles smiled, she thanked him before he left to talk to Scott.

"I think he's been taken. I could smell blood in the woods, but I could also smell someone else's scent, but I didn't recognise it." Scott explained, Stiles nodded, pulling out his board that had been tucked away for the time being.

"So, who hates Derek the most?" Stiles asked, getting out something to start writing with. Scott and Stiles looked at each other, sighing because they knew this would be a long list.

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When Derek woke up, he was tied down. The room was very blurry but he could feel the pressure on his arms and legs. He knew he was laying up right because his head was automatically lowered.

"El...El?" Derek began to look around confused, he noticed a guy standing in the corner, near a single light.

"She's safe. I think. All I know is that we don't have her." Derek got restless as he began to panic, she could still be lying on the side of the road. She could be dead.

"No, you don't understand! We were in a car crash! She's human, I need to know if she's okay." Derek pulled against his restraints angrily, trying to break free. It was only a few seconds before currents were pumped through his body making him fall limp, with his body twitching every then and again.

"Remain calm, Mr Hale. Your daughter, got out of the car and the sheriff took her in his car. She is fine." The person reassured the distressed father.

"Stiles. Stiles has Elara." Derek repeated to himself.

"Now, we've been waiting for you for a very long time." The person took off their hood revealing themselves to Derek, who was still having trouble seeing. Derek groaned when not knowing who it was but recognising the symbol on their shirt.

"What do you want?" Derek sighed.

"Scott McCall."

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