Suffer Well (Sterek)

Scott and Stiles

The sun had finally set and Derek was making his way home. He'd stayed out for the day, mostly to avoid another fight with Amora. If there was anyone he fought with the most, it was her. They didn't fight too often, but when they did, it never ended pretty, much like this morning. He walked through the woods when a howl sounded causing Derek's ears to perk. That didn't sound like any of his siblings. The sound was followed by shouts. Those weren't hunters either, they were in trouble. Derek bolted in the direction of the yells.

He stopped suddenly at the smell of blood. He turned at the sound of someone approaching, two someone's actually. He turned, only to almost be ran over by two guys.

"Run," One of them yelled tripping over a stump. Derek caught the guy before he landed on the ground.

"What's going on?" Derek asked his ears still on alert. He was sure he heard someone else.

"There's a wolf, or something, it just bit Scott," The guy Derek had caught rambled quickly and out of breath.

Just then the glow of two red eyes shown behind the pair. Shit, an alpha.

Derek let his own wolf surface, he knew he was no match for an alpha, but his mother always said they were meant to protect Beacon Hills and right now, these two teenagers were in trouble.

"Holy shit," The kid swore upon seeing Derek's own eyes turn ice blue, and his fangs extend.

He snarled as the alpha advanced. There was no way he was going to be able to beat this guy. The alpha lunged at Derek throwing the beta on his back.

"Stiles, let's go," Scott tried to pull his friend after him but the boy remained unmoved. He watched with wide eyes as Derek fought at the guy on top of him.

"We have to help him," Stiles mumbled more to himself.

"Help him? He's got claws, we need to go," Scott tried again, but Stiles pulled away.

"He's losing," Stiles gestured wildly to the bleeding Derek.

"What are you going to do, Stiles?" Scott snapped.

"Go," Derek yelled at the arguing pair. He needed to at least hold the alpha off until they got away, then he needed to try to get away, if he could. The chances didn't seem good.

Suddenly the alpha fell against him, dead weight. Standing above them was the kid he'd caught, with a large rock in his hands.

Stiles dropped the heavy rock as he sunk into an exhausted sitting position.

Derek pushed the alpha off of him with a grunt. He was hurt, bad, and a wound inflicted by an alpha would take twice as long to heal.

"Is he dead?" Scott asked looking down at the unconscious man.

"No, that won't keep him out long," Derek shook his head as he struggled to get up.

At that moment the alpha made a groan.

"Shit. We can't outrun him." Derek began to panic upon seeing the alpha start to stir. He needed to do something, fast. He looked around for something that would hold him off. It didn't matter, he would follow his blood trail or his scent, straight to his house, and he refused to put his family at risk once again.

"Damn it," He swore to himself, "Forgive me, Laura," Derek whispered, before leaning over the waking wolf. He slashed at the man's throat, throwing blood all over Stiles.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick," Stiles grimaced.

"You need to come with me," Derek said looking at Scott. He then turned to Stiles, "Actually you both do." He couldn't let them run around knowing about him, and if one of them was bit like they claimed, he would likely turn, or die trying.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that," Stiles shook his head.

"We appreciate your help, you seem like a decent...guy, maybe? but I think someone slipped something in our drinks at the party we were at, cause I'm pretty sure both you and the now dead guy, were like half dog, or something, alright?" Stiles gestured wildly as he spoke, "And the now dead guy, bit my best friend, so I'm gonna take him to the hospital and hope he doesn't have rabies, in fact you should probably consider doing the same thing, unless you already have rabies which is why your eyes were all glowy and your teeth were all long and oh my god, you're a werewolf aren't you? The dead guy's a werewolf too isn't he? Well not anymore, cause you killed him," Stiles rambled in a panicked tone.

"Stiles," Scott grabbed his best friend's shoulder, "Calm down, there's no such thing as werewolves. I think you were right, someone slipped something in our drinks at Lydia's."

"Nobody slipped anything in your drinks. Stiles, is right, I'm a werewolf. And you were bitten by an alpha werewolf which means you're gonna either turn or die." Derek leaned against a nearby tree holding his side where the alpha had gotten him.

"I'm sorry did you say die?" Stiles gaped at Derek.

"Yes," Derek answered simply.

"Who taught this guy social skills?" Stiles scoffed earning a glare from Derek.

"Shouldn't you two be more freaked out by this?" Derek asked at the surprisingly calm pair.

"I'm sorry, there is a dead guy, no, no, a dead werewolf lying right there, whom you killed by the way, and you're claiming to also be a werewolf, and then you're telling me my best friend is going to turn into a werewolf or die. I'm still processing, so forgive me for not reaching the appropriate level of freak out just yet," Stiles threw his hands up.

"Wait, if you're one too, why aren't you trying to eat us or something?" Scott frowned.

"I'm a werewolf not a mountain lion," Derek snapped.

"Okay, so why did he try to eat us?" Scott asked pointing at the dead guy.

"He wasn't, he just wanted to bite you, both of you," Derek answered.

"Oh god, I feel so violated," Stiles grimaced.

"You? He actually bit me," Scott huffed at his best friend, panic starting to build in his voice.

"Okay I need to get him to the hospital." Stiles looked at Derek.

"You can't tell anybody," Derek growled. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't bring them home with him, not that he trusted them enough to anyway.

"Yeah, like anyone would believe this," Stiles scoffed.

"I'm serious," Derek growled again.

"So am I," Stiles responded.

"If you turn, it'll heal in a day. The hospital isn't necessary."

"And if he doesn't turn, he dies?" Stiles asked, though he already knew the answer.

"His body will reject the bite, and yes, he'll die." Derek nodded. He felt exhausted. He just wanted to go home and rest.

"Great, perfect," Stiles rolled his eyes, "Come on Scott, let's get you home."

"I'm serious, don't tell anyone." Derek reminded them.

"Yeah, we heard you the first two times," Stiles snapped.

"What about him?" Scott asked pointing at the now dead alpha.

"I say we leave him," Stiles answered.

"We can't just leave him, someone will find him," Scott objected.

"Yeah, my dad. I can't be caught at the scene of a murder, my dad'll lose his job," Stiles shook his head.

"Leave him, they won't know it was a murder," Derek agreed with Stiles, "It'll look like a wild animal got to him."

"See perfect, now come on," Stiles pulled Scott after him.

Derek watched the pair disappear into the woods but not before he heard Stiles say,

"Dude, you know who that was? Derek Hale. His family died in a fire a couple years ago. It's just him and his brother and sister."

Derek was surprised the kid new who he was. Not many people did.

*AN*

So this ended up being longer than I though, oops. Lol hope you like it.