Sterek: Love Kills

Chapter Eight

"How are you?!" Stiles looked at him with worry. 

"What the hell does it look like I am?!" Derek replied in his normal, cocky tone. 

Allison looked confused.  

"I thought you weren't friends with him?!" she said questionably, firstly looking at Stiles and then Scott.  

"Scott isn't..." Stiles quipped, answering Allison.

"How do you know him, Stiles?!" Allison whispered.

Stiles couldn't come up with anything to say and Allison sighed... 

"I think I better go to my dad and drink some water. As I see it, I'm hallucinating," she said and left.

Stiles quickly bent over to untie Derek's knots and make him free again before Allison would come back.

"What are you doing?!" Scott stressed.

"Baking cookies, what does it look like?!" Stiles responded, as sarcastic as always.  

"No!" Scott yelled. "What do you think will happen when they get back?!" he yelled even louder.  

"They will hear you, quiet!" Stiles demanded.  

"I can't breathe..." Derek mumbled, half-breathing.  

"See?!" Stiles said and kept on releasing Derek.  

"No! Don't!" Scott whispered rather loudly and soon his fist was raised towards Stiles' face.

His nails got longer and his eyes flashed. In a moment he was a werewolf. He couldn't control it. His adrenaline and pulse raised faster than ever.  This was not the right timing since someone just walked in. Scott breathed heavily and his eyes were golden. He turned and saw Allison standing by the door. She stopped and looked at Scott sharply. She looked frightened. She wasn't even breathing for a couple of seconds.  

"Allison. I can explain," Scott said, feeling ashamed.  

"I didn't know about this..." Stiles said but Allison knew he lied.  

Allison gave them both a quick and ran away.  

"Allison wait!" Scott growled.  

"Shut up! They'll hear you!" Stiles quipped.

"As if it matters!" Scott shouted back with tear-filled eyes.  

"Hey! I'm still here!" Derek reminded angrily.  

Stiles quickly fiddled with the chains around Derek and finally he was released.

"Thank you," Derek said coldly.  

"Welcome," Stiles said proudly and smirked towards Derek's direction.

Scott turned human just as the Argent's entered the room. Allison's dad looked furious and her aunt surprisingly amused... Derek quickly grabbed onto Stiles and Scott, giving the Argent's a mysterious look before he rushed off. He crushed a window close to him and before they knew it he was out the window.

"Let go of me!" Scott argued as Derek jumped over a dirty swamp.  

"Don't drop me!" Stiles said, glancing down at the swamp.

"I need to speak with Allison! Now they all know, thanks to you!" Scott yelled in frustration.  

"Your time was up anyways," Derek snapped.

Scott got quiet.  

Derek dropped Stiles and Scott off after a few minutes.

"Ouch. I don't know if you were familiar with this fact I'm about to tell you but I do not have magical healing powers. Watch the jacket too, it's all dirty now..." Stiles pointed out.

Scott still panicked. He tried holding back his tears but he couldn't do it anymore. Stiles felt a bit of angst seeing his best buddy in pain.

"Dude, it's gonna be okay," he said and patted Scott's back.

"No, Stiles. What am I going to do tomorrow at school, huh?!" he said, struggling to even talk.  

"Nothing!" Derek bossed.  "Act like nothing happened,"

"That's easy for you to say," Scott turned to Derek.

"How come?" Derek challenged him.

"Don't," Stiles begged.

"'You don't have a family! You don't have anyone supporting you. No one is behind your back! No one! Look at youself! You don't even have any real friends!" Scott sounded meaner by the second.

Stiles could almost feel Derek's pulse jumping faster and faster. His eyes became darker than they already were...

"Fine..." Derek said after a long silence. "Fine," he repeated and walked away.  

Scott was just as pissed and decided to walk away as well. Alone in the woods, Stiles stood. He was the barrier between his two friends, one whom he had been best friends with since they were kids, and one close and secret love interest of his. Questions buzzed around in his head and it stressed him out more than usual, knowing that in the future he would be stuck not knowing who to talk to.

"Come on guys... We can talk about this," Stiles tried but no one turned.