Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

It Could Have Been You

By; monkeyhihji

If someone asked Derek how he ended up driving through the early hours of dawn on an impromptu road trip across the country with none other than Stiles Stilinski, he would tell you the answer sounded almost as crazy as the situation. Well, he probably would respond with a gruff “I don’t know” instead of the truth. The truth was that he had been followed by the FBI to a warehouse because apparently he was a mass murderer now, and low and behold, there was Stiles who tried to sneak him out. Although, tried was the key word. 

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Derek Hale was not having a good day. He slept through his alarm which caused him to miss his morning workout routine. The coffee shop he usually visited was closed for some ungodly reason, which meant he had to get the burnt coffee from a gas station near by. And to top it all off, he was now in a warehouse surrounded by the FBI. He growled in annoyance. All he wanted was information on a group of hunters and now he had to deal with escaping what sounded like a small army outside. 

“Derek Hale! This is the FBI,” A static voice echoed, “come out of the building with your hands up. If you fail to cooperate, we will come in after you.”

Wow. They didn’t really have room for imagination with that speech. He started making his way to the back exit of the warehouse. He wasn’t too worried. He was a werewolf against a very human taskforce, he would just slip out the back and let them raid an empty building. Yet, as he neared the other side, he heard the multiple heartbeats and the smell of gunpowder hit his nose. He tightened his jaw and backed away from the exit, finding himself in a maze of hallways. 

If he decided to fight his way out, it would only confirm the FBI’s suspicions of him being a mass murderer. Plus, it would make him look dangerous and they would not hesitate to shoot him. They also probably wouldn’t hesitate shooting him if he walked out willingly. There was a loud crash as the front doors were forced open. The sounds of shouting and bullets echoed through the building. Fuck. 

He moved quickly down a hallway, searching for another exit that he could possibly slip out of. He stopped in his tracks as he heard the undeniable erratic heartbeat that accompanied the scent fresh apples and spices that he hasn't smelt for years. 

Stiles.

What the hell was Stiles doing here!? As if on cue, a figure came running at him from the end of the hallway. 

“Derek!” Stiles shouted, almost barreling straight into him, “you’re not feral!” 

“Stiles?” Derek stared in shock, ignoring the fact that Stiles was still talking, “What the h--”

“--instructor mentioned feral attacks, I thought maybe Wolf-You was controlling Human-You!” The kid’s hands flew everywhere as he talked. Derek’s eyes moved downwards, soaking in the sight of Stiles but he stopped when he read the FBI lettering on his jacket. 

“Wait, you’re a part of this?” Derek grabbed the jacket to double check the letters. Of course Stiles would be part of the SWAT team trying to kill him.

“No.” Was the immediate response, “Well, yes. Look, not much time. Follow me.” Stiles grabbed Derek’s arm and began pulling him towards the noise. 

Derek stayed put, “You want to drag me towards an armed SWAT team hellbent on killing me?” 

“Yep.” Stiles popped the ‘p’. “Now hurry your furry ass up. If you keep your head down and stay close, they’ll think you’re with me.”

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Apparently, Stiles had been trying to track him since Derek was one of the first topics that came up the beginning of his internship. It took the younger man a few months to track down Derek’s location and only a few minutes to convince the FBI to bring the intern along for the operation to take down Derek.