Sterek One-Shots

Well...What do We do? pt. 3

Derek rubs his hands over his face, thinking of a way out of this damn room. He turns to look at Stiles and does a double take. "What are you doing?"

Stiles swallows and stares at Derek for five seconds before responding. "Eating."

"We're being held hostage and you're raiding the fridge?!" Derek asks in disbelief.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "They never said the fridge was off limits. They want to trap us in a kitchen maybe they should have locked the fridge up."

"Stiles we need to get out of here. Who knows what they're going to do." Derek paces in front of the locked door. He would try kicking in the door but seeing as it's made of steel, his joints would not take kindly to it. 

"You don't think I know that? Our little Dean is with Lydia. Lydia, of all people!" Stiles shakes his head. "I love her but she's going to spoiler our baby boy."

"Spoiling is the least of our problems. If they blow up this building with us in it, Dean is going to have to live with Lydia," Derek retorts, trying to find a vent they could climb out of.

"Actually, no. While you were on your mission in Argentina, Scott became Dean's godfather. I thought I told you this?"

"Stiles I was off the grid there. I didn't have any way to contact you."

"Isaac said he delivered the...I see where I went wrong. Sorry, I should've told you in person but at least our little boy is fine," Stiles says, taking a bite out of a bread stick.

"Let's talk about this later. I'm kind of pissed at you now for that but I rather get out of here." Derek places his head against the wall, resisting the urge to hit his head against it.

Stiles rolls his eyes, closing the fridge. "There's always a vent in a kitchen. You have to let the smoke out somehow." He walks over to the stove but decides that vent is too small so he moves to the other side of the room.

"I've already checked over there. You're not going to find anything," Derek says right as Stiles moves a false counter, revealing a big gap in the wall.

"This must be where they smuggled in the ivory. Our source said they were doing it under the table but I didn't think they meant the kitchen table," Stiles says, laughing at his own joke.

Derek just stares at him, wondering why the heck he has stuck with him as his partner all these years. Granted, he's never connected with someone as well as he has with Stiles and they are raising a baby boy together.

The two crawl through the tunnel. Stiles doesn't know why they wouldn't have just made it bigger if they were transporting things through it but he could never get into criminals heads. At the end of a tunnel is a large grate. Stiles pushes it out of the way and the two climb out.

"Now that that's over with, where do you suppose their hiding this giant bomb that's supposed to level the city?" Stiles asks, brushing off his pants.

Derek looks around, studying where they were. "I would say...probably that huge unmarked building over there with guards outside."

"Great observation skills. Did you grab that stun plate?" 

Derek holds up the flat metal disk. Stiles nods and the two make their way over to the building, careful not to let the guards see them. When they get 100 feet away, Derek tosses the disk and it lands between the two guards. Just like that, the guards freeze in their spots.

"Now to avoid getting stunned like them, you just activate this," Stiles reaches over Derek and pushes a button on his watch, "and we're good to go."

"Be careful," Derek says. Stiles rolls his eyes with a smile.

"When am I ever not careful? Let's go big guy, I don't imagine that we have a lot of time." 

Stiles and Derek walk into the building, keeping an eye out for anyone who would try to kill them. So far, the building has been completely dark with only blinking blood red lights. The men could hardly see where they were going and Stiles was just glad he hasn't stepped on Derek's heels.

All of the sudden, a gun shot echoes through the building. Derek thinks the shot came from above them but the light isn't helping him decide.

"Stiles, where's those night vision glasses?" Derek asks quietly. He hears Stiles rustling around and he feels a pair of glasses being pressed into his hand.

Another gun shot sounds just as Derek can finally see perfectly. He spots out the guy who's been shooting at them and takes him out. 

"Is it just me or do you hear more footsteps?" Stiles whispers, pushing Derek around boxes away from the sound. "Oh no, they're definitely there. Crap."

"Stiles, we're trained for this," Derek tells him, keeping his gun up as they move through the maze.

"Yes but we have yet found the bomb and I rather get to it before they hit the timer on it," Stiles says, spotting movement to his left.

"How do you know they haven't hit the timer yet?" Derek asks. Stiles gives him a look but seeing as Derek's back is facing him, Derek can't see it.

"They wouldn't still be in here if they hit the timer. They'd be booting it out of here so fast you'd think they were secretly the Flash."

A shot rings out and Stiles lets out a pained grunt. Derek automatically stops and grabs Stiles' arm. Stiles pushes him off and away.

"Find the bomb. Now," Stiles says, his voice steady but Derek can tell that shot hurt.

Derek reluctantly leaves Stiles behind, picking up his pace. Derek hears more shots and he can't help but think that they are still shooting at Stiles. Stiles was still standing when Derek left him so he's hoping he's still holding his own. 

In the middle of the warehouse, Derek finally spots the bomb. The bomb is the biggest one Derek has ever seen yet it looks like the simplest one. Derek detaches all the explosives from it and smashes the timer to pieces. He takes out a little cube from one of his pockets, pressing one of the sides in and the cube expands. 

Derek places the cube on the ground, pushing the explosives into the gooey cube that is starting to feel more and more like jello. After he's done, he kicks the cube and the cube hardens into cement. 

"Allison is brilliant," Derek says to himself, leaving the block of cement to find where Stiles is. 

Derek doesn't find Stiles where he left him and he doesn't hear gunshots anymore. Suddenly, the lights turn on, blinding Derek through his glasses. He curses, taking them off his face.

"Sorry! Probably should've gave a warning," Stiles says, leaning against a wall at the edge of the room next to a control panel. "Did you know that Scott must've snuck a sound bomb in my jacket? I'm surprised you didn't hear it knocking down the huge boxes.

"That was risky. It could've set off the explosives," Derek says. Stiles waves away his responses, pushing himself off the wall and limping towards Derek.

"I better get a bonus for this bullet. It's totally messing up my cool spy walk," Stiles says. Derek shakes his head.

"I'm just glad you're alright. You had me worried. Now let's get out of here before the cops get here."

"We would have so much paper work on our hands," Stiles says, shaking his head. "Let's go."

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AN: This sucks so much ugh I'm so sorry. Also, I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to put out a new one shot. I just lost my jazz and couldn't bring myself to write something I wasn't into. That's why I'm also behind on request. If you have requested something, trust me I'll definitely get around to it and I'm grateful for y'all who have stuck around.

Hopefully I can get back on some type of regular schedule but until then, see y'all next time. I'm sorry again x