I want you to turn me. SS
We've been over this, Stiles. It's not worth the risk. Not to me. I'm not letting you die. -DH
Please. SS
Why? -DH
Please... SS
Not if you're not going to give me a legitimate reason. It's not like your dying or anything. -DH
... SS
Stiles? What happened? -DH
Why cant you just not ask questions? SS
Because...because your my mate okay?! Now tell me where you are, or I will track you and rip your throat out...with my teeth.-DH
It doesnt matter if you do. It will be quicker. Unless you change me. SS
Stiles, please. I'm coming. What happened?-DH
Nothing happened. Please, just change me. SS
Something's wrong. I'm halfway to your house and it smells like a morgue. -DH
... SS
Its nothing if you just bite me. It will go away... SS
Stiles.-DH
Unlock your window. -DH
There was a crash, and Derek sees Stiles on the ground, and three bullet holes in his wall, and two in his chest.
"Hey, Sourwolf." He says weakly.
I rush to his side, lifting his side to see many bruises surrounding the holes.
"Who?" I whisper menacingly, tears prickling my eyes.
He ignores my question, "I'm touched you care as much as to cry, Hale."
My fist clenches. "Who?"
"My-my dad." He says, and I'm about to go tear his throat out...with my teeth, when Stiles whimpers, his eyes fluttering.
"You don't have to turn me. It's my fault. I do-don't deserve it." He mumbles.
"Of course you do." Scott and Isaac say at the same time, appearing in the window, making me smile.
Stiles gasps, and smiles too. "Scott." He whispers, and Scott comes closer. "In case I don't survive this...and you somehow survive Derek's wrath, I want you to know something."
Scott's wolf whimpers, beckoning him to continue.
"Your dad's in town."
_______2 weeks later
"Daad, you burnt the pancakes! Have PaPa do it!" Isaac whines, tugging on Derek's shirt.
"Be nice to your alpha, Is. " Stiles chuckles. "But I really do think I should do it." He says, kissing Derek soft on the lips, before scooting him out of the way, starting a new batch of pancakes.
"You make a good pack mom." Derek says, and Scott and Isaac voice their agreement through stuffed mouths.
Stiles laughs full-heartedly for the first time in weeks, and he know then.
That everything's going to be okay.
