Shape Your Reality
Who: Derek and Stiles Where: Hale Estate, Stiles' room. When: Week 2, Wednesday evening/Thursday morning Why: Derek returns from the camps, injured and suffering from wolfsbane poisoning. Warnings: Dub-con sexual acts. Discussion of rough sexual acts.
Werewolf senses were always acute, but Derek thought his were never stronger than they were right then. He could feel every breath as it dragged raggedly through his lungs, every inhale a struggle. He could feel every pulse of blood as it pumped sluggishly through his system, and the drip-drip of blood as it trailed down his chest from the wound that should have healed. Except it hadn't.
He'd gotten into the camps easy enough thanks to Scott's maps and information, but getting out again...he'd been spotted, and had tripped and fallen into a buried pit filled with wooden spikes. He'd been pierced through the upper arm with one and his chest and hands covered with bloody scrapes as he'd dragged himself back out.
Derek had been on the run ever since, staggering towards home injured and bleeding as he tried to go home without leading the humans directly to the Estate. Finally, he made it to the edges of Hale property, but instead of heading directly for Laura, or the medic, he hung back, pacing the borders until sunset, waiting. His own people couldn't be trusted. Any one of them could be another Kate, and any contact with his pack would just endanger them.
No...he needed to heal somewhere no one would look for him.
His first instinct was Stiles. Stiles hated him, would never try to get him help. He could go to Stiles' room and wait to heal. It didn't really occur to him that the human would be there.
He waited until the guards had locked Stiles in for the night and then left, and then approached, swiping the lock with his thumb and entering the room without first alerting the human to his presence.