Sterek

Chapter 6

Derek's P.O.V.
'Stiles, Stiles. Come on, get out of your head. How do I get you out of your head?' I was panicking. The exact thing that Stiles had warned about had happened and I didn't know how to fix it.
He was sat there, his fingers drumming a beat on his leg, staring into space. His eyes flickered across the wall and I knew he wasn't seeing what was around him, but rather what was in his head.
'Okay so, wake you up, simple enough.' So I tried talking to him but it didn't work. I didn't want to shake him or hit him, I knew that if what he was going through was anything like sleepwalkers then that would cause more harm than good.
'Okay Stiles. Last resort.' I wasn't going to be able to wake him up myself. 'Sheriff, Sheriff.' I called out as loudly as I could. 'It's Stiles.' I heard the Sheriff from upstairs scrambling from his chair and hurrying down here. He appeared in the doorway and then rushed to Stiles' side.
'What happened?' He asked.
'Um, I'm not sure. He must not have had any Adderall today. He told me he gets like this sometimes and I didn't know how to wake him up or help him. I didn't know what to do.' I could still feel the panic racing through my veins. The Sheriff looked at me sharply, it felt like he was looking into my soul.
'He told you about all that?' I nodded. 'Hmm. Well to wake him up, Melissa always said we had to interrupt his breathing a little.' He looked resigned.
'What? No, that's insane. And dangerous.' I replied trying really hard not to push the Sheriff away for even suggesting what he was suggesting.
'It's the only thing that's ever worked. It's not like I enjoy preventing my son from breathing.' His eyes were full of pain. A thought came to mind.
'He only has to hold his breath right?' I asked, he nodded. 'I am so going to regret suggesting this. There's another way.' I said.
He looked at me oddly. 'Like what?'
'If I kiss him, he'll hold his breath.' I replied. The Sheriff's eyes widened. 'Look if this wasn't happening right now then I wouldn't do it. Stiles should have a choice in whether this happens or not but it's better than essentially suffocating him, however temporary.' I was nervous and panicky, struggling to keep calm. Stiles was all but lost to the world and I was talking to his dad about kissing him.
'I... I'm really not sure how I'm supposed to answer that. But I agree that it's better than the alternative, and I doubt Stiles will mind somehow. I'll wait by the door.' He pushed himself up from the floor and made his way over to the door. I moved to take his place, kneeling in front of Stiles.
'I'm sorry that I'm taking this choice away from you Stiles, and that I'm taking something so significant and I promise that after this, everything will be your choice.' I stroked his cheek lightly, before I moved my hands to his shoulders. Then I moved forward and kissed him.
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Stiles' P.O.V.
I could feel something, something from outside. This was usually how I came out of my head, unable to breathe and panicking. But this was different, yes I was unable to breathe but it felt... pleasant? I forced myself awake opening my eyes to realise that I was kissing Derek. Wait... what?
I pushed myself off of him and scrambled backwards until I hit the wall of the cell. I closed my eyes again and caught my breath.
'Stiles...' Derek trailed off, unsure. I opened my eyes and looked over at him.
'Yeah?' I asked quietly.
'Are you okay?' He asked me, he seemed a little hesitant.
'I'm fine Derek. Just a little lost is all.' I commented. 'What just happened?'
'You went down the rabbit hole Stiles.' My Dad's voice called out from the door. I looked over at him and saw a slight smile on his face. 'Derek came up with an interesting solution and brought you out.' At this his smile became a smirk. 'I'm going to go back to my office.' He turned and left.
'Interesting solution. You kissed me so I'd hold my breath. That's smart.' I said in a detached sort of way.
'It seemed better than suffocating you. I wouldn't have been able to handle that. Believe me I would have given you a choice if I could. I'm sorry I took that away from you.' I could practically feel the guilt rolling off of him in waves.
'Woah. That's a lot of guilt. Derek, it's fine. You did what you did to help me, and it's not like I would have said no if I'd been given the choice anyway. So can you stop with the guilt, please? It's making it hard to breathe in here.' I wasn't kidding it felt like it was choking me.
'Wait seriously? You feel my emotions that strongly? That's not normal Stiles.' Derek sounded worried but the guilt was gone and I could breathe again.
'Mostly the negative emotions. But you don't really have enough positive ones that are strong enough to make that much of an impact. So I don't know about those just yet. And believe me I know it's not normal. I usually only get senses with you it's like... a dials been turned up to eleven. It's almost palpable like a physical thing.' As I was saying this I could feel his emotions settling slightly. 'What I'm wondering is if that's the extent of it? Is it's just emotions or will it develop into more and does it go both ways? Will you be able to feel what I feel?' I looked around.
'We'll figure it out. Add it to the list of things we still need to figure out.' Derek commented. I nodded with a yawn. 'You should get some sleep Stiles. I know you didn't get any last night.' He suggested.
'Yeah maybe that's a good idea.' I moved over to where Derek was sat and lay down with my head in his lap. He started to run his hand through my hair and I felt myself falling asleep.

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Author's Note.
We see a little bit of Derek's point of view here. I'll switch between the two more as I go along so don't worry we'll see more of Derek's side.