Stiles doesn't really recall to much.
He just remembers yelling, growling, screaming and pain.
Stiles leans against wall, and pants.
The creature that attacked him must have escaped, since nothing and no one was in sight.
Stiles went to wipe away the sweat and tears that had mixed together on his face with his left arm, until a searing, white-hot pain shot right up it, making him scream in pain.
Stiles pulled down the bloodied sleeve on his left arm with his right hand, and stared in horror at the all too familiar bite mark.
The same bite mark that he had seen on his former best friend's side 5 years ago.
Stiles leant his head back against the wall, more tears slipping down his face as he gritted his teeth.
He shakily got out his phone.
His first instinct was to phone an ambulance, but then he remembered what this probably was, and that an ambulance couldn't help.
He would've thought that he'd phone Scott, but he took himself by surprise as he automatically clicked Derek's contact.
He held it to his ear, whimpering in pain.
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Derek was sat in his loft, drinking away his sorrows with his old friend, whiskey. On the rocks.
Even though he couldn't get drunk, it was comforting.
His phone started to ring. No caller ID, of course.He'd deleted all his former contacts.
Derek sighed and answered to call
"Hello? Whose this?"
Even in this dire situation, Stiles's heart dropped to his stomach.
Derek had deleted his contact?
"D-Derek?"
He croaked it out, unable to find strength in his voice.
Derek sat right up, suddenly alert
"Stiles?!"
He was so happy to hear his voice, but then he realised the pain in his voice. He could practically hear his drumming heartbeat through the phone.
"Stiles? What's wrong?"
"I-I... I got bit by something."
"Something? What was it???"
"I-I think it was a werewolf..."
Derek but his lip. Stiles had always said that he never wanted to be a werewolf. This must be awful for him.
"Okay? Well, you know what happens. Why are you calling me?"
"I-it doesn't feel right..."
Derek bolted right up.
'It doesn't feel right...'- he had the most frightening sense of deja vu.
"Stiles? Stiles?! Where are you?!"
"I... I don't know..."
Derek could tell that he was dozing off.
"Stiles?! Stay with me, okay?!"
But Stiles was already unconscious.
Oof-
Jay Xx
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Stay with me
Fanfiction"It's okay, Stiles, you're gonna be ok. It'll be fine. Just... just stay with me." This is a just a really short head canon that I had the other day. It's set when they're older and Stiles is employed by the FBI.
