His Ink On My Skin

Chapter 6: His Path Leads to Me

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Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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"Ow?!"

Scott turned to Stiles who sat up baffled, "Hey... how are you feeling?" he asked warily.

Stiles stared at him blearily, "How is it—" he asked, "That you end up kidnapped, and I feel like I was hit by a truck?" he asked holding his head.

"Might be something to do with the bond?" Derek answered from somewhere.

"The— what now?" he asked turning blearily to the direction in which Derek spoke, "Also, where am I?" he asked confused.

"This is Chris' new apartment", Scott answered, "Peter's here", he whispered.

Stiles shot up and turned to him, "Where?" he asked half-desperately, half-curiously.

"On Chris' bed", Derek muttered dryly.

"Wow", Stiles muttered forcing himself up, "You must hate that", he smirked amused struggling to get off of the bed.

Derek rolled his eyes and caught him before he fell, "Easy. Peter's still asleep, he was poisoned by some Wolfsbane, we managed to get the strain out of his bloodstream, but he's still out of it", he answered quietly walking him to the room.

"Thank you", Stiles murmured leaning most of his weight on Derek, "So why do I feel like hell?" he asked quietly.

"I told you, it might be because of the bond", he stated, and "You're feeling the residual pain from Peter", he answered.

"Again, what now?" he asked confused.

"Stiles?!"

Both Derek and Stiles looked up and blinked at Peter sitting up in bed, turning towards them.

"Peter!"

The latter called out and moved forward climbing into the bed and all but glomping Peter with all the strength he had.

Derek smiled softly at the sight and retreated ears still trained on the two, he caught Scott's gaze and shrugged as they both listened to Stiles whine;