Midnight (Sterek)

Chapter 6: Found

A/N: Omg can you believe I'm not too busy anymore, for now, to be adding another chapter and more for the others 😱🤯 lol anyway I hope you guys aren't too mad at me for this long ass wait but here it goes sorry if it's short I have another chapter (or three hehehe 🤭😏🤐) to come anyway without further ado here's chapter 6, hope you guys enjoy.

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Hands firmly clenched to the steering wheel Derek drove down the winding road with the windows rolled down. He was infuriated and wanted nothing more than to have Stiles back and in his arms. He couldn't help his minds sick games because of the gruesome images and what if's it'd conjured. He was hoping and praying, though he didn't really bother to pray for anything, that Stiles was okay and wasn't hurt. He couldn't shake the still burning sensation in his ribs and back but he pushed through it because it was nothing more important to him right now then getting Stiles back.

As he ripped along the empty road his nostrils flared as a familiar and mouthwatering scent assaulted his nose. He knew that scent anywhere. As an impulse his foot stepped harder on the petal plunging the Camaro into full speed, his foot didn't lift an inch as it held down on the petal it was as if he was fighting to break through the cars floor.

"I'm coming...I'm coming". Derek said to himself repeatedly as he drove.

As he twisted through the road he soon was met, his headlights beaming ever so brightly, with the eerie sight of a beaten and bloody Stiles laying helplessly along the deserted road. In an instant Derek stopped the car, earning a slight jerk from the immediate stop, inches from where Stiles laid unconscious.

"Stiles?!" Derek said as he threw himself out of the car, not caring about the force of how hard he slammed the door.

Stiles hadn't been conscious enough to reply he was far gone into his somewhat peaceful sleep. Though in the tiny fragment of his mind he longed to reach out to the familiar husky voice that beckoned his awakening, but he couldn't his mind was made up and nothing could help him escape the looming darkness that has become such a familiar place for him.

"Stiles can you hear me?" Derek asked as he scooped up the unconscious boy.

Worriedly Derek held Stiles in his arms and with a roaring howl he alerted the others to let them know he'd found Stiles, it didn't take long for the others to howl back and soon enough Derek trudged off to the car.

"Don't worry Stiles your okay now". Derek told him as he placed him gently into the car.

Along the drive Derek shifted his focus from the empty road to Stiles again and again only to make sure that Stiles was still breathing. Stiles lay asleep his chest rising and falling ever so slightly as Derek pressed harder on the petal to get back to his loft.

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"What the hell?!" Scott roared as he watched his beaten best friend sleep soundless on Derek's sofa. "When I see Gerard I'm going to kill him". Scott spoke through sharp intakes of breath, his nostrils flared.

"Scott easy before you wake Stiles up". Derek spoke softly.

"Easy?" Scott scoffed. "Is that a joke or do you not see how he looks? Do you not smell that repulsive scent on him?" He asked.

"Yes I smell it even though he's all washed up it isn't hard to miss". Derek said. "But I won't deprive Stiles of a peaceful rest by raising my voice". He breathed.

"Those pigs will suffer if I ever get my hands on them!" Boyd huffed through gritted teeth.

"Trust me they will". Derek assured Boyd.