All Time Low

The Dentist

"Stiles. Why aren't you eating?"
Derek asked.
"No reason. Just not hungry." Stiles lied as his stomach growled.
"I find that hard to believe."
Derek said.
"I had a huge breakfast." Stiles said.
"You had the juice from a fruit cup." Scott said.
"What are you? The breakfast police?" Stiles asked sarcastically. He winced.
"What was that?" Derek asked.
"What was what?" Stiles asked.
"You winced. What's wrong?" Derek asked. Stiles said and ate slowly.
"This is good." Stiles said and picked at his chicken.
"What's wrong you?" Derek asked.
"Nothing. Ow!" Lie shattered.
"Are you okay?!" Derek asked worried.
"Of course." Stiles smiled with his eyes watering from the pain.
"His tooth hurts." Scott said casually.
"Scott! Ah..." Stiles groaned in pain.
"Really? Just go to the dentist."
Derek shrugged.
"Don't waste your time. He's stubborn and he hates the dentist." Scott said.
"Shut up!" Stiles cried.
"Awww. That's so cute." Derek said.
"Glad my pain can brighten your day." Stiles said bitterly.
"No. I just mean it's sweet that you're being such a baby." Derek said.
"I'm not being a baby." Stiles said.
"Then go. It's not healthy." Derek said.
"I don't need a dentist because I'm fine."

Two Months Later

"Babe, just got to the dentist. Please!"
Derek plead. Stiles texted him.
No.
"I will legit, pay for the service and you to go." Derek said.
Tempting but no.
"You're in pain." Derek said.
Don't care. Not worth it.
"You're just going to take a vow of silence and go on a hunger strike?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded but rubbed his swollen cheek after.
"You leave me no choice."

BEACON HILLS SHERIFF STATION

"You need to talk some sense into your son." Derek said.
"Refuses to go to the dentist?"
Noah asked.
"Adamantly. I've never met anyone so stubborn past the point of logic. He's in excruciating pain but won't go." Derek said frustrated.
" I gave up years ago. Unfortunately he's not five anymore so I can't pick him up and take him kicking and screaming." Noah said.
"Where did this irrational fear come from?" Derek asked.
"When he was 9 he saw Final Destination. The horrible death scene at the dentist office. He ran upstairs and cried. I tricked him into going for a drive to put him to sleep so I could take him to the dentist." Noah explained.
"But it was a movie." Derek said.
"Trauma's a bitch." Noah said.
"So do we just leave him in pain?" Derek asked.
"I have an idea." Noah said.

THE FOLLOWING NIGHT

"Hi, son. How you feeling?"
Noah asked. Stiles put a thumb up.
"You hungry?" Noah asked.
Stiles nods.
"Great. Derek made this. Mash potatoes. Chicken salad. Cream corn."
Noah said. Stiles squinted at it.
"It's not poisoned."
Stiles hesitantly took the bowl and ate all of it. Slowly. Painfully.

Stiles woke up in the Dentist's Office.
"What the f_ugh! Ow." Stiles yelled.
"Sorry, son. I'm sorry I drugged you but you brought this on yourself." Noah said. Squeezing his shoulder.
"Hello!" Derek said with a wave.
"Long time no see, Stiles." The Dentist said. Stiles glared at all of them.
"I know you feel betrayed but we all want what's best for you." Derek said.
"I x-rayed your mouth while you were out. You have a deeply impacted tooth that has been causing all that pain. We can fix it but you'll have to be awake." Dr Lars explained.
"Do it." Stiles finally conceded.
"Go! Go before he changes his mind!" Noah said urgently. Dr Lars took out a syringe. Stiles grabbed Derek's hand.
"Don't worry, Stiles. After this, you won't feel a thing."

And Stiles made it out alive like he always does.