Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Drive

By: AsagiStilinski on a03

This town ain't your's
And this town ain't mine
We all come here with the light in our eyes
Some will burn out
Some will burn bright
Some learn to fly, some will run for their lives
In this town

"What's a hellmouth?"

"It's supposedly the entrance to hell, a gaping hole in the dimensional fabric of time and space,"

Stiles licked his lips, swallowing harshly

"And that's what Beacon Hills is?"

"Um, not in this context," Derek cleared his throat, looking down

"I was referring more to the um... Buffyverse idea of a Hellmouth, a place of increased supernatural activity where the veil is thinner than usual,"

"Buffyverse," Stiles said slowly, letting out a breathy laugh and shaking his head

"Oh ... you huge nerd, that's awesome, but I kind of figured, I mean... about the increased supernatural activity thing," he explained

Derek shook his head, eyebrows narrowed and face looking pinched

"No, I don't think you understand, the rest of the world is just as high in supernatural population as Beacon Hills is- higher in some places in fact- but... the wars, the fighting, the... pure unbridled hell... that's the difference, it shouldn't be like this, but ... whatever it is, it isn't just something that's going to eventually go back to sleep, I talked to Satomi, the nemeton may have been dormant for a wile but Beacon Hills never was, my mom kept us out of all the crap going down when I was a kid but it still went down,"

"So what you're saying is that there's no escape? We're stuck? Freaking screwed right?" Stiles huffed, leaning back on the couch and dragging his hands down his face, cursing and slamming his foot into the coffee table

"That isn't what I said and it wasn't what I meant,"

The younger male paused, slowly moving his hands away from his eyes

"Continue..."

"Beacon Hills is a hellmouth... it isn't like we're cursed, we don't have to stay, it ... it won't follow us,"

He sat up a little straighter, eyes narrowed as he stared at the werewolf

"It won't follow us..." he echoed slowly

"Derek, you're a freaking werewolf, and I'm a witch- spark, whatever you want to call it, I have magic IN me, how is it not-"

"The magic will follow, the chaos won't, people live in peace Stiles, you think Laura and I were the only werewolves in New York all those years?"

"What about the hunters?"

"That happens anywhere and everywhere but think about it, do you really think those are that big of a concern after you just got rid of those.. doctor things?"

Derek had a point, a good point as a matter of fact...

"So say I believe you and we really are just stuck in purgatory, what do we do to get out?"

"Just drive away," Derek shrugged, as if it were the easiest thing in the entire world

"Just drive away, and don't ever, ever come back... not like I did, not .... like Laura did,"

"Drive away," Stiles repeated

Derek nodded slowly, wringing his hands

"I've seen it Stiles, I was there, for years with Laura and then... even when Braeden and I have spent eight months hunting the Desert Wolf, we never came across ANYTHING as horrible as this town, I... can't stay, I can't, I ... I bought a place, when the trail was cold and Braeden and I had to park it for a wile... I bought a condo in Florida,"