Suffer Well (Sterek)

I'm fine

Derek stumbled into the house gripping his side. He hoped he could make it to his room without running into any of his siblings, he didn't feel like explaining why he was bleeding or why he wasn't healing as fast. 

"Derek is that-" Cora cut herself off at the sight of Derek. 

Derek let out a frustrated huff. Of course they would hear him come in.

"Derek, what happened?" Cora rushed to her brother's side.

"Nothing, I'm fine," Derek insisted. He tried to look less in pain.

"You're not fine, why aren't you healing?" Cora helped him to the couch and pulled his shirt off so she could better examine his wounds.

"I am, it's just deep," Derek answered.

"Amora," Cora yelled for their sister.

"Don't call her out here, I'm fine," Derek groaned.

"Derek, that doesn't look good," Cora crossed her arms.

"What are you yelling about?" Amora asked walking into the room. She stopped short when she saw Derek. "Derek what the hell happened?" 

"Nothing, I"m fine." Derek spoke dismissively.

"Yeah, I can see that?" Amora rolled her eyes before turning to her sister, "Go get Dominic."

"Don't do that, he can't do anything. I'll heal," Derek objected. He didn't need Dominic freaking out, he didn't handle it well when someone was hurt.

"Would you rather her call Laura or Damon?" Amora snapped.

"There's no need to bother anyone, I will heal," Derek snapped back. 

"Derek, you're not healing, that means an alpha did this," Amora said worriedly as she observed the raw slashes across his torso and shoulder.

"I know what did it," Derek growled. His sister may be a pain in his ass, but she wasn't stupid.

"That means there's an alpha here, and it's not Laura."

"I handled it," Derek winced as he tried to stand up. 

"Oh no you don't, you're going to tell me what happened," Amora said gently pushing Derek back down.

"I guess it's a good thing Brett canceled on me," Dominic said walking into the room. His hair was wet and he wore only a pair of sweat pants. He had clearly just gotten out of the shower. "Whoa little brother," Dominic paused as he took in the sight.

"I'm fine," Derek repeated once again.

"I'm sure," Dominic responded sarcastically, "What happened?" 

Derek sighed as he explained the details, making sure to leave off the part about him killing the alpha. He gave that credit to the spastic kid, Stiles. He hoped that they weren't paying too much attention to his heartbeat, while Stiles had made it possible for Derek to kill the alpha, he didn't directly kill him. But that was a detail he wanted to remain unknown.

-

"Stiles, you can't tell me you actually believe him," Scott said as he placed a bandage over the bite mark on his side.

"Did you see his eyes? They were glowing bright blue, and you saw his claws, I know you did," Stiles huffed.

"I told you, someone had to slip something in our drinks at Lydia's." Scott shook his head. Werewolves weren't real.

"Scott, a weird guy in the middle of the woods bit you. What, did someone slip something in his drink at Lydia's too?" Stiles threw his hands up.

"I don't know what his deal was but werewolves aren't real."

Stiles rolled his eyes. Scott might have been his best friend but sometimes he was a bit of an idiot, and niave.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," Stiles said, walking towards the door, "Call me if anything happens, alright?" Stiles said in a serious tone.

"Go Stiles, nothing is gonna happen," Scott waved his friend away. He'd be able to think more clearly in the morning, once whatever had been slipped to them wore off.

Stiles made his way home being careful to avoid any shortcuts, that was what got them into this mess in the first place. Stiles has insisted, since his jeep was out of commission at the moment, that they walk through the woods from Lydia's to Scott's house. He never expected them to run into a strange man with glowing red eyes. Then they ran into Derek Hale. His dad, being the sheriff, had been on scene of the Hale fire. Stiles saw the reports, it had been labeled possible arson, but they had no suspects and the kids were the only ones not home. They had been at the school late for an assembly meeting. There were four kids total, if Stiles remembered correctly. He'd seen Derek and the younger sisters at school but they stopped coming after the fire. He didn't even know Derek still lived in Beacon Hills.

Once he arrived home, he climbed the stairs to his room. He had to prove to Scott that what they witnessed tonight was real. He'd heard crazy stories at the sheriff's station, but if werewolves were real, it would clear up a lot. 

Stiles pulled his computer chair out and got to work, if there was anyone who could prove werewolves were real, it was Stiles.

-

Derek closed himself in his room. He had convinced Cora, Dominic, and with a bit of begging, Amora to not call Laura. The alpha was dead, the trouble was gone. Derek had promised to tell Laura when she got home, but insisted she didn't need to be worried about Derek while a thousand miles away. He would heal. 

Derek examined the slashes in the mirror, they definitely looked as bad as they felt. He'd only ever had alpha wounds once. His mother had gotten into a fight with a local alpha and Derek tried to intervene. It resulted in a pretty painful gash across the face that took three days to heal completely. He learned to stay out of the way after that. Derek leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. He closed his eyes and then opened them again. His wolf eyes, that were usually beta blue, were now alpha red.

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