Teen Wolf One-Shots

Saving Stiles Pt. 1

Sterek!! :D

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed as I ran for my life in the cold, dark night.

"Stiles, stop!" Derek shouted for me, his voice echoing in the empty parking lot.

I screeched my heels to a stop and turned to see why he was just standing there. The thing that had been chasing us wasn't there anymore. Phew. I seriously thought I was dead meat back there. But something wasn't right. The look on Derek's face wasn't relief. It was... shock?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, poking fun at him. He should be happy that we just survived a monster attack. Then I realized he wasn't looking at me. He was looking behind me. That's when I heard the shallow, rough growl behind me. The nastiest, hot stench hit my neck and drifted upward into my nostrils, making me cringe. Uh oh.

I knew I couldn't outrun whatever this thing was, so I just hit the deck, laying flat on the ground. I protected my neck with my hands and tried to steady my breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut and heard a snarl and claws slicing through flesh. I felt faint when I felt warm liquid drop onto my hand- blood. Derek or the monster's? I didn't know, but I hoped it was the monster's. As my eyes were shut and I was curled up in a ball on the cracked concrete, I felt so helpless. I had no way of protecting myself. I was just a normal human being. No super-natural powers. No razor-sharp claws or teeth, electricty-wielding, or death-predicting. Just... sarcasm. Yeah, great for helping me get out of a situation like this. Never going to admit this to him, but I am now. Thank god for Derek.

The fight drifted off farther away from me, so I peaked out of my hands to see Derek in his werewolf-form and a strange red-eyed creature built like one of those gym hunks that eats protein powder with everything. Derek's clothes were shredded and he looked pretty beat up, but the monster looked battered too. Derek jumped on the back of it after fainting to the left and took one last swipe at its neck, slicing through the vital artiries.

The creature collapsed onto the pavement, blood gushing out in a giant puddle around it. I gagged. Derek walked straight back to my Jeep. I ran after him.

"Okay, that was pretty graphic," I said.

Derek glared at me. "It's a fight. What do you expect? Would you rather it be you all bloodied up?"

I put my hands out in front of me and protested. "Don't be such a sourwolf!"

He just continued to glare at me. "I just saved your life. And it's all your fault we got into that."

"What do you mean?" I said innocently. "I was just practicing wolf howls."

"Yeah. In the forest. At night. On a full moon," Derek said, still glowering.

"They're getting pretty good, right? It drew that thing to us," I said, grinning proudly.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Derek grimaced as he lifted his shirt fabric off a wound on his chest.

"Woah, okay," I said, grimacing myself. His wounds were worse than I thought they were. A deep cut on his side oozed out blood and was about the size of his hand. "You should put something on that."

"I'll heal," he said. "Drive." He pointed at the steering wheel.

"Where?" I asked.

"My place," he said.

"Are you sure you don't need anything for that?" I asked with concern.

"Just drive," he huffed out.

"Okay, okay," I said, starting the car up.