Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Thoughts(Sterek)

Derek staggered towards the loft door. He didn't really remember driving home, but he was glad he'd finally made it. His head was spinning slightly and he was nauseous. He pushed open the door to see Stiles delegating orders.

"You two check the reserve for any-" Stiles cut himself off as Derek stumbled inside.

Oh thank god. Derek heard Stiles say.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you. You were supposed to stay in contact. You went after her alone, do you know how reckless that is?" Stiles was shouting. The rest of the pack stayed silent as Stiles berated Derek.

"I'm sorry, I thought I could catch her. She-" Derek faltered for a moment as a wave of nausea swept over him. Suddenly he hurled a dark pink substance onto the floor of his loft.

Shit, Derek. Derek heard Stiles swear.

"What the hell is that? What did she do?" Stiles gaped at the chunky pink bile.

"I don't know. She hit me with some sort of pink powder and I woke up in the woods," Derek answered trying not to throw up again.

"We'll go after her, you stay here with Derek," Scott said gesturing for the rest of the pack to follow him.

Isaac, Malia, and Lydia nodded. Derek heard them mumble in agreement.

Once Stiles and Derek were alone, he heard Stiles started babbling.

They always do this, leave me to take care of you, like I know how to take care of a werewolf. I'm just a human. Sure, I'm smarter than most of the pack, that doesn't mean I know how to handle this.

"Stiles," Derek leaned over the chair, trying to keep from vomiting again, "You have always been the one to save my ass, you can do it again."

Stiles scoffed, but Derek heard him say, At least one of us has faith in me.

Before Derek could respond again, he was hurling more pink bile.

"Okay, let's get you lying down. You look unsteady," Stiles helped Derek to the couch.

Which is unnerving cause you're a werewolf, and oh god your arms are so damn muscular. Not the time, Stiles. Okay, easy does it, on the couch. There we go. Now what.? He's on the couch, what do I do now? He's obviously nauseas. So a trash can, let's get a trash can.

"Stiles, stop stressing," Derek said catching Stiles' wrist.

"I'm just gonna get a trash can," Stiles said pulling away gently.

-

When Derek woke up this time, he was still on his couch with Stiles sat across from him in the arm chair.

"Stiles," Derek spoke groggily as he sat up.

Oh thank god. Derek heard Stiles say.

"How are you feeling?" Stiles asked anxiously. Derek could hear the loud thud of Stiles' heartbeat.

"Just a bit tired," Derek rubbed his temples, "And my head hurts a bit. What did you do?" Derek looked around the room only to see they were still alone.

Other than watch you sleep like a total stalker?

Derek looked up at Stiles with a raised brow.

"I let you sleep most of it off. I gave you an anti-nausea herb," Stiles answered with a shrug, "I've done some research while you were out, and you were hit with pixie dust. I warned to rest of the pack. They went after her."

"So, I'm okay?" Derek asked looking at Stiles.

"It says there can be some side effects, but I'm not sure what kind of pixie dust you were it with so I'm not sure what the side effects are. I'm waiting on Deaton to send of a list of side effects for each dust type. Apparently, there are several, but Deaton said they'll wear off in a few hours," Stiles answered.

"I need to help Scott," Derek went to stand but a wave of dizziness stopped him.

"No, what you need is to rest," Stiles stood then.

And a vacation, and maybe a good lay. I would gladly help with that second one.

"What?" Derek jerked his head up to look at Stiles.

"I said you need to rest," Stiles repeated.

"No, the other thing you said," Derek blinked up at the human. Surely he'd imagined that.

"I didn't say anything else," Stiles frowned.

"Yes you did, about needing a good lay," Derek watched as Stiles' eyes widened in horror.

oh god, oh god, oh god, did I say that out loud. I so hope I didn't say that out loud. How else would he know that is what I said? Oh god, did I say the second part of that out loud as well?

Derek's own eyes widened as he heard Stiles' ramble, but his lips didn't move.

Shit, well if that didn't make my feelings obvious then I don't know what will.

Derek's jaw dropped. How was he hearing this? Stiles wasn't even talking.

Derek ran a hand over his face, "Stiles, I uh...I think I can...hear your..." Derek trailed off unsure of how to tell Stiles.

"Hear my what?" Stiles was frowning at Derek.

"Thoughts," Derek swallowed.

All color drained from Stiles' face. He backed away slowly, "The side effect," He mumbled.

"Stiles-"

"I have to go," Stiles stalked towards the door, "Just rest, you'll feel better in a few hours," He spoke before quickly slipping out of the door.

"Stiles, wait," Derek wanted to go after the human, but he couldn't, the dizziness kept him planted on the couch.

(Request for JadeJardine, hope it's okay)