Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Six: Heart Monitor

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Six: Heart Monitor

They'd arrived too late that night. By the time they made it to the school's parking lot, most of the people were gone, one of them being his dad. Scott was still there, as were the Argents, so Derek kept his distance and Stiles came closer. He'd asked Scott what had happened, where his dad was, why hadn't he been answering Stiles' calls, but the only real answer Stiles got was 'I don't know'. Stiles had left that night completely pissed and when he got home, his dad was on the couch watching tv and drinking.

"What are you doing?" Stiles' voice was harsh and he tried to reign himself back in, but it was so hard when he was so angry. "Scott said you got hit by a car."

The Sheriff's eyes were glazed over a bit, but the man managed a straight and coherent answer. "The car bumped me Stiles. It was hardly an injury or a car accident." Stiles nodded, taking the steady heart beat as proof. His dad believed himself fine, then so be it. Climbing up to his room he knew Derek would be there, and that was the only think that made the whole night bearable.

"Tomorrow night. Hale Mansion." Derek's voice had come from the window, and Stiles could only manage a nod before Derek was gone, taking his scent with him. Sleep wasn't easy that night, but he hardly wanted to think about it right now. Right now he had something better to focus on.

The darkness surrounded them, the light from the moon being the only thing illuminating their forms when the clouds parted enough for the moon to shine.

"So what else are we going to do?"

Stiles' swung his foot out in a high kick, knowing Derek would duck, before bringing his heel down heavily, missing the older wolf by a hair as Derek threw himself back. He didn't waste any time, stepping forward and throwing a knee out, stumbling a bit when Derek caught it and hit him in the stomach with an open palm. He used his arms and the momentum to turn the fall into a back hand spring before crouching on all fours and using his arms and his legs to launch himself at Derek. He caught the older wolf around the waist and brought them both down, Stiles scrambling to pin Derek's hips with his weight and hold his arms down. He wasn't fast enough before Derek bucked his hips up hard and threw Stiles' smaller form off.

"Your training has been fine so far. I don't really know how else to teach you. I am what I am because of birth, you were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time." Derek jumped to his feet, getting a solid stance ready before he advanced on Stiles.

Neither moved for a second, just walked in a circle, sizing each other up. The first to make a move this time was Derek. Faster than the naked eye could catch, Derek's right fist shot out in a straight punch, Stiles ducking under it before forcing his palm up under Derek's chin. Derek saw it coming and threw his head back to avoid a majority of the blow, bending the arm he used to punch at the elbow to drive it down on Stiles' shoulder, catching the younger wolf by surprise enough to use his left hand to deliver and open palmed strike to Stiles' solar plexus. When Stiles stumbled back, Derek came at him again.

Stiles ducked as Derek's right hook came at him, taking a lesson from his earlier failure he used his speed to side stepped Derek's body and hit the middle of the older wolf's back with an elbow. Derek used the push forward to brace on his hands and swing his legs up in an arching kick, but Stiles was already out of the way, dropping down and swinging a leg out to sweep Derek's hands out from under him, but Derek had already finished the front flip. With a surge forward and his own sweeping kick, Derek took Stiles' legs out from under him.

"Oh shit!" Stiles yelled as his legs gave out and he landed on his back, the wind knocked out of his lungs. "How do you freakin' do that! I'm the fast one here damn it."