Sterek one-shots

Hunters.

Stiles and Derek crashed into Derek's midnight black camaro and shut the doors almost simultaneously.

"Okay Derek, let's go!" Stiles pounded his fist into his leg in a attempt to stop his nerves.

But Derek was just looking at him, well, not really him but his seatbelt, which wasn't on.

"Derek, what are you waiting on Christmas?! Those guys are right behind us!" Stiles tried again, but Derek still did not put the car in drive, in fact he didn't even flinch.

Derek kept looking from the seatbelt to Stiles and Stiles sighed, "I'm not putting the seatbelt on."

Finally Derek spoke up, "and why not?"

Stiles sputtered for a bit before sarcastically shouting, "Because it's an emergency and we are getting chased by people that want to kill us! What are you my dad?"

Derek rolled his eyes sarcastically before responding, "no but I do care what happens to you, and my car so put on your damn seatbelt."

"Okay, fine. Chill. Look I'm putting on the freakin seatbelt, happy?" Stiles motioned in front of them sarcastically, "now can we leave, before we actually die?"

Derek sighed and turned back around to the wheel and kicked the car in drive. They tore onto the road and dashed away from the abandoned building, hunters not far behind.

They were doing well, speeding along the ghostly road when 'pop' the air in one tire deflated. "Shit!" Stiles exclaimed and glanced at the SUVs behind him.

"Oh no no no no." Derek muttered under his breath. He glanced over at stiles and sighed, "we're gonna have to run."

Stiles snapped his eyes to him, "we-what? Listen I don't think I can-"

"Now!" Derek barked and swerved the car off the road by the woods. Him and stiles both tore off into the woods, Derek in the lead.

"Derek- we're-gonna- have to slow-down." Stiles panted.

Stiles could practically feel Derek's eye roll and he gasped when Derek slowed and scooped Stiles up.

"This isn't what I meant. I have legs." Stiles batted. "I'm just slowing you down."

Derek rolled his eyes again, "you aren't slowing me down. Wait until we get past that curved tree. I'm trying to distance us as much as possible from the hunters."

Stiles pouted but kept his mouth shut. Once they got past the tree, true to his word, Derek set Stiles on the ground.

Stiles didn't take more than three steps before he collapsed. "Oh God!" Stiles groaned.

Derek ran over to him and picked him up. The metallic smell of blood filled his nose. As Derek was running, he was looking for a place for them to hide.

Stiles was clutching his side to slow the bleeding down. He mumbled something they Derek couldn't understand.

"What?" Derek asked, trying his hardest not to look at Stiles wound.

Stiles shifted a little in Derek's arms, "I said, and you were worried about the seatbelt."

"Shut up, you'll be fine." Derek tried, but when he looked down at Stiles, he could see some of the light leaving his beautiful whiskey eyes.

"Hold on, just hold on." Derek found a little cave and climbed inside.

Derek laid on be ground and cradled stiles in his lap, he now had time to look at the wound.

It appeared to be an arrow wound, but the end of the arrow was gone. All that was left was the tip, which was in Stiles's side.

"T-there's a needle k-kit in your poc-pocket." Stiles winced out.