Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Ten: Co-Captain + Ficlette

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Ten: Co-Captain

The sharp pain of the original bite that had turned him, was nothing compared to the piercing of Peter's claws at the back of his neck. Like needles digging into his spine, pushing images into his mind, memories that weren't his, emotions that weren't his. Fire was burning him from the inside out, blood coated his hands, and the smell of death clung to everything.

He could feel hands clinging to him and somewhere in his mind he knew that it was Derek, but he couldn't hear his voice or smell his scent. He was lost in the images of Peter's murders and then images of the Hale fire flipping back and forth. God it was so agonizing. It hurt worse than any physical injury ever could. He couldn't even breathe past the pain.

"Stiles! What did you do to him!? Stiles! Come on Stiles snap out of it." That was Derek's voice. Derek.

"Come on Nephew, I just put things into perspective for the little Beta. After all, we need his help if we are going to get revenge for what they did to our family." This one was Peter, and Stiles couldn't help but whine at the sound of his voice, trying to pry the hands off of him so that he could get further away from the psychopath.

"You know who did it? You know who started the fire."

"I know a lot more than that Derek. And we need his help to get what we want."

After that, everything faded away. The only sure this was the arms holding him tightly, protectively. Derek's arms.

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The phone's shrill ringing made Stiles bolt up in panic and confusion that actually only got worse when he noticed where he was.

He was at home, in bed, tucked in with only his jeans and a pair of socks on.

"Holy shit…" Stiles breathed slowly to himself, not noticing the fact that his phone had stopped ringing until it started up again. When he reached over the caller ID told him it was Scott. Stiles cursed again. Shit, he'd missed the game completely, what must Scott be thinking? Hell, what must his dad be thinking?

"Stiles!" Scott didn't even wait for a 'hello' before he started talking. "Stiles we've got trouble! Jackson gave me three days Stiles, he wants the bite in three days and I don't know what to do! The Argents think it's either me or Jackson, they don't even know about you! They saw the marks on Jackson's neck Stiles! The one Derek left! I think Mr. Argent put something in his car last night! Oh my god Stiles what am I going to do? What are we going to do!?"

"Scott! Scott, calm down. Take this from the beginning, how do you know Chris Argent put something on Jackson's car?" Stiles couldn't panic, not now, there was no time. He needed to be the one level headed here, Scott was already well on his way off the deep end. Not that Stiles blamed him.

"I saw him last night. I wanted to talk to Allison but when I couldn't find her I'd thought I'd talk to her aunt Kate, but Kate was with Mr. Argent by Jackson's car. Jacksons threatening me Stiles, he wants the bite no matter what but I can't even get him what he wants! I don't even have what he wants!"

Stiles closed his eyes against the headache threatening to push his sanity down the garbage shoot. "Okay, first thing is first, we have to make sure Jackson don't say anything. We gotta follow him, I'll be there in five okay?"

He barely heard Scott's 'okay' before he ended the call and got himself out of bed. He didn't bother changing out of his jeans but he did slip on a white t-shirt and one of his short sleeved flannel over it. Geez, the day already started off terribly.

Stiles didn't see his father on his way out so the Sheriff was probably at the station early this morning, not that Stiles cared one way or another, in fact, not having to face his father right now was probably the highlight of the morning. With a harsh tug, he closed the door to his jeep and pulled out his phone. He needed to talk to Derek, he was sure that was who had tucked him into bed last night.