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

In a Bed of Ashes

"Don't hang up." Stiles whispered into the phone. There was more pounding on the door.

"Times up!"

-

"Stiles!? Stiles, where are you? What's going on?" Parrish yelled into his phone.

Deaton now stood next to Parish with, an eyebrow raised. The EMTs rushed around them to get to Isaac.

-

Stiles quickly shoved the phone into the waste line of his boxers and unlocked the door. Deucalion swung the door open.

"Move it."

"Can't you just leave us here?" Scott pleaded. Deucalion grabbed Scott's arm squeezing it tightly.

"I'd kill you before I did that."

-

Parrish could hear the muffled voices on the other line.

"I need a trace on this phone! Now!"

-

They were back on the road and Stiles' palms were sweating, he had no idea if this was going to work, but it was worth a shot.

"So... How far away is Mexico?"

"Who's in Mexico?" Scott added.

"It must be important, I mean going through all this trouble. You could have just taken the money and left."

"Shut up." Deucalion gripped the wheel and kept his eyes on the road.

"Unless you owe somebody something?" Scott continued.

"I owe some very important people and thanks to you things have been delayed. Luckily this should save me."

"what should save you?" Stiles asked.

Deucalion kept driving. It felt like forever. Like all hope may be gone. That there was no chance for rescue. That's when they heard the sirens.

"Shit!" Deucalion punched the steering wheel. The car accelerated picking up speed. It was no good because soon patrol cars were behind and in front of them.

"Stop the car!" Stiles yelled.

"You're going to kill someone! Stop the car!" Scott added.

No one was stopping. Deucalion continued speeding as the blue and red lights moved in closer. Stiles and Scott leaned forward grabbing onto Deucalion's arms doing their best to try and get him to slow down. Soon he finally hit the brakes, sending the car swerving to the right before it finally stopped. Stiles grabbed Scott's arm and pulled him to the door throwing it open. Deucalion opened his door a gun in hand and chased after.

"Stop right there!" An officer yelled. The boys ran into the sea of cops and Deucalion stopped running dropping the gun and throwing his hands into the air.

-

Parrish stood by as the EMTs pulled the gurney into the ambulance. They had finally gotten Isaac to start breathing again, but he still hadn't woken. They closed the doors and turned on the siren speeding away with the Laheys following close behind in their cars.

-

Stiles and Scott sat in the hospital waiting room and soon their parents had arrived running through the doors and quickly throwing their arms around their children.

Stilinski spoke for everyone when he said "Let's get you boys home. It's all over now."

It felt like a heaviness in the air had been lifted when he spoke those words. After they had left and gone to their separate homes they waited till later in the night to slip out of their houses and go back to the fort. By the time they reached their destination the police had cleared out moving onto their next crime scene. The boys curled up together on the floor and didn't say a word. They just listened to each other as they breathed. The morning sun was ready to rise at any time.

-

Stiles wasn't sure he should be at this funeral. Everyone from school seemed to be there. It's a funny thing when someone dies and all the sudden they were everyone's best friend. Stiles stood far in the back keeping his eyes low, he knew they all knew what had happened. He could feel them staring him down. Scott and Isaac sat together still pretending to be in love. Isaac really did care for Scott but he knew Scott's heart belonged to another. As soon as the priest said the closing words Stiles quickly made a break for the door. He turned the corner and ran right into a familiar face as they took their last drink of coffee.

"It was a good service." Parrish offered with a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, I guess. Derek would have hated it." Stiles grinned and felt safe doing so because he knew it was the truth.

"How have you been?" Parrish hadn't seen Nick since the night they arrested Deucalion. He had been thinking about him wondering about the boy with the dark eyes that held so much pain. Stiles looked at his feet as he spoke.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever forgive myself."

"You were protecting yourself."

"Who was protecting him!?" Tears swelled in Stiles' eyes as he raised his head. Parrish could see the anger and moved closer to Stiles.

"I know it doesn't make sense and that you're afraid."

"I hate what I did! We're here because of me! I had to though... What's wrong with me?" Parrish grabbed Stiles and pulled him in close not letting go.

"You're a good kid. Nothing is wrong with you. I know you have no idea why this happened but you're going to make it."

A month later

Time had passed. Time didn't stop and people kept living and Derek's memory and the stories slowly died. Scott had finally opened up and told his mom he was gay and now he walks down the halls at school every day holding Stiles' hand. People still treated Stiles as if he would break but each day got easier. The school had built a monument for Derek it was a small room in the back of the school that not many people went to. Derek's parents had donated all the art they had found of their sons before they moved.

Stiles made sure he stopped in that room every day. Something about the room brought him peace. He would stare at the picture from Derek's wall of himself. He smiled at the thought of the boy who could see him, who made him see himself and he thanked Derek for that. Though many saw him as a monster Stiles tried to remember the human side of Derek the part that got lost in all that darkness.

Though his and Derek's memories lay in a bed of ashes Stiles held onto them because they shaped him. Those were the scars that made him and he wasn't ashamed. He would share his story and help others escape the flames. He couldn't save Derek but there were so many more lives that needed saving.