Stiles' Eyes | Sterek

The End

[Derek]
I held Stiles' hands as he lied on the vet's table, currently unconscious. His heartbeat was slow but enough to keep him alive. Scott sat on the other side of Stiles, his hand resting on Stiles' forearm. We've both been sat in these positions for hours, waiting for any sign of Stiles waking up. As if on cue, his heartbeat picked up. I smiled at the heart monitor, my eyes finding Scott's. A quiet growl played out and we both turned to the injured boy beside us. Stiles' eyes were now open, his eyes scanning my body.

"Der," he whispered before turning around to face Scott, "Scott," he breathed out before cracking a smile. "Not dead," he stated, his smile turning into a smirk. Scott sighed playfully,

"And that's how you know he's okay," Scott joked, "I'm going to talk to Deaton, don't have too much fun," he added, smirking as he walked out. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Stiles,

"Hey," I breathed out,

"Hey," Stiles copied, "so uh how's the pack?" He asked,

"Everyone's fine, how are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow and taking my hand away from his to move a stray hair out of his face,

"I'm fine," he stated, pausing for a few seconds, "what colour are my eyes, Der?" he asked, flashing his eyes. I frowned at his cold, steel blue eyes.

"They're blue, Stiles," I told him, "you're not an alpha anymore," I added, Stiles frowned and shrugged.

"Still a werewolf, though," he stated, smiling again,

"That you are," I breathed out. Stiles' hand reaches out for mine and he interlocked our fingers,

"I'm fine, Der," he whispered before using my hand to pull me towards him so he could pave his lips on mine. I smiled into our kiss, listening to his heartbeat speed up. He broke the kiss off once we both ran out of breath. I rested my forehead on his, looking into his eyes, "so does that mean we're still mates?" He asked, a smug grin on his face,

"Guess it does," I replied, re-attaching out lips, not bothering to listen to his heartbeat this time, knowing it would be as fast as my own.

"I see you're awake, Stiles," Deaton's voice filled the room, I sighed and tore myself away from Stiles,

"Clearly," Stiles muttered, only audible to me and Scott since we were werewolves. "Now that I think about it, how long was I out for?" Stiles asked,

"Almost 2 weeks, Stiles. You scared the hell out of the whole pack," I answered, still thankful he actually woke up since there was a slight chance he wouldn't.

"I'm always getting myself into reckless situations, what do you expect?" he joked, "So Peter..." he trailed off. I sighed, knowing this conversation would come up,

"He fled. We're pretty sure he went to England because a lot of his pack had British accents," Scott explained, "If he comes back alive, we'll kill him. Don't worry," he added,

"Woah, Scotty. Kill? Are you okay? Are you really Scott?" Stiles asked, reaching up to touch his forehead, faking panic. Scott slapped his hands away and frowned. The two continued to mess around as I got a call from an unknown number.

D: Hello? Who is this?
U: Derek? Is that you?
D: Uh yeah. Why?
U: It's Jackson
D: Jackson? Why the hell are you calling me? How the hell do you have my number?
J: I got a 'package' today. It had a wooden container containing claws and a note.
D: What did the note say?
J: It said 'I know you were a part of the Stiles', Derek's and Scott's pack. Thank them for listening to our sister. Tell him we killed Peter and these are his claws. From Maddison's brothers. It had your number on the bottom.
D: Oh. Thanks Jackson
J: Yeah, whatever. Bye.

"Derek," Stiles spoke, grabbing my attention, "who was that?" he asked,

"Jackson. Peter's dead. Maddison's brothers killed him," I answered, both Scott and Stiles sighed in relief.

"Hopefully he actually stays dead this time," Stiles joked,

"Yeah, hopefully," I repeated, "They left Peter's claws at Jackson's doorstep too, I don't understand why though," I added,

"Maybe it's because he was able to steal my power? They thought you'd want them?" Stiles suggested,

"That makes sense but what could we do with them? Especially since they're with Jackson?" I asked,

"Maybe they expect us to go to England? What if I could get the power back from them or something?" Stiles suggested, getting slightly hopeful,

"You probably could but I don't know how" I answered, as truthful as I could,

"They might," Scott stated, "I mean if this is a plan to get us to visit England, maybe that's why," he added,

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble here," Deaton spoke up, "getting Stiles' alpha status back is impossible, there is no way, humanly or supernaturally, possible," he continued, "Stiles, you're stuck as a beta now, unless you kill an alpha. Although, you may still have the strength and influence you had before because of the type of alpha that you were," he finished,

"So how do we test that out?" Stiles asked,

"Derek, change into your wolf form," Deaton ordered, I obeyed without hesitation,

"Howl Stiles," I told my mate, he nodded and did exactly that. I felt my face shift back, "Deaton's right," I concluded,

"So basically I'm an alpha with beta eyes unless I kill an alpha?" Stiles questioned, trying to make sense out of the situation.

"Practically, yes," Deaton answered,

"Cool!"

So that's the end of this FF. I hope you enjoyed. :)
I'm still wondering what FF to begin to post next, I'll list the titles of the FFs I have drafted:

Demonic | Alec Lightwood | BxB

Just another Hale | Stiles Stilinski | BxB

Electronic Love | Matthew Daddario | BxB

Together | Malec | One Shots

Puppeteer | Void Stiles | BxB

1 Year Later | Sterek

Welcome Back | Zach Dempsey | BxB

Unknown to us | Magnus Banes Son

I Like This One | Minho | BxB