Ash is an actual Sourwolf (ash_cdj) wrote in ficcin_a, @ 2022-06-23 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: derek hale, character: stiles stilinski, fandom: teen wolf |
Fighting between the two of them was oddly normal. Some of the others actually thought it was weird when they were getting along. Scott especially knew something was up if Stiles and Derek were in the same space and on decent speaking terms. Stiles always explained that he and Derek just didn't see eye to eye. Of course there was more to it than that, but who's business was that other than his? No one's, that's who. Stiles always thought he had a sort of connection with Derek that went unspoken. They'd both been through some messed up shit, they both had a lot of family issues, and always ended up paired off when it come to nearly anything. If not paired off, they ended up gravitating to one another. It was odd. Stiles tried not to read into it but the same part of his mind that decided that hey, guys could be hot too decided it had something to do with Derek's looks. The hot one was always in danger. It's why he always chalked Erica nearly getting kidnapped up to something normal. He just wished this fight was different. Or, at least, the timing of it. Beacon Hills was having a bad witch problem. The pack ended up cornering her in the preserve but had to split up to cover ground. And everyone split as normal. Scott and Allison. Lydia and Isaac. Erica and Boyd. Malia and Jackson. It left Stiles with Derek. It made Stiles wonder when this unspoken rule was started about splitting up like this. Nevertheless, Derek caught the witch's scent and they trailed her to a cave. Unfortunately, she pulled some weird magic - Stiles was pretty sure she teleported; Derek said she must have found a secret exit - and escaped them just as a loud rumbling started. Neither of them could run fast enough to avoid the cave in that was starting. The best they could do was protect themselves from the rubble, with Derek physically shielding Stiles to take the brunt of some loose stones. Derek had blood on his shirt in a number of spots and cuts open on his arms and face. Both of them were covered in soot. The werewolf was busy trying to dislodge some rocks. And that's when the fight started. "Don't move any of those!" Stiles yelled quickly. "Why not? Do you enjoy being in a cave?" "No you dick. You could make more of it come down." This earned a growl and Derek stopped, turning to give Stiles a glare. "I told you this was a trap." "No, what you actually said was 'she went this way' and 'we should call the others'. You didn't do either of those things." "Neither did you!" "You're the werewolf with the howl!" "You're the one with the phone!" "I lost it YESTERDAY!" For some reason, they were getting louder. And Stiles realized there was no echo, so they were most definitely trapped in the cave with no escape until help came. "Why, why do I let you get me in these situations," Derek grit through his teeth. "You're lucky." "Lucky?!" "Yeah. Lucky. You could have been killed if I hadn't been with you." "Every time I'm with you we ALMOST DIE!" Stiles screamed. Derek, who had been pacing their small area of the cave, stopped and yelled, "Stiles, I would never let you die!" "Bullshit! Wimpy untalented human. I bet you're just waiting for the day." Stiles returned, scoffed, and shook his head before turning his back on Derek. "All I do is protect you! Constantly! I couldn't live with myself if I let you die!" The words made Stiles angrier. He couldn't explain why. Maybe because they were talking about him being dead or maybe because he thought Derek would rather kill him first. "Why? You don't care!" "Because I love you!" Derek's words went from a shout to a whisper, fast. But Stiles still heard him. He thought he did, anyways. Turning, Stiles looked to see Derek breathing heavy with a look of panic on his face. There was a drip of blood running over his temple and a loud ringing was starting in Stiles' ears. Okay, no, maybe he didn't hear right. Maybe the cave in did something to his ear drums. A delayed reaction? Or maybe he got hit on the head and this was all some kind of dream or something. Nothing else could explain Derek Hale saying he loved him in real life. It just didn't make sense. He watched Derek open his mouth as if he was going to say something but words never came. Stiles noticed a twitch in his fingers and realized that they were stuck. Together. In a very small space of a cave. So if what he said was true then Derek couldn't avoid it, couldn't run. Oh god, what if he meant it? He had to say something. "...We should probably try to conserve oxygen. Incase," Stiles whispered. Derek nodded slowly. He still wasn't saying anything. And Stiles' mind was running rampant with questions and about ten inappropriate things he could do with Derek in this very moment. And it was his suggestion, but... "Since when?" "Stiles," Derek said in a warning tone. "We have time. Plus, it's either that or we could kiss and I could say something like 'my hero'." "Don't say anything." Derek surged forward and kissed him. All things considered when it came to them? Stiles thought it was perfect. Unexpected, shocking, and probably stupid because they really did need to conserve oxygen. But perfect. A few hours later, the pack dug them out. The two of them had fallen asleep sitting against the back wall of the cave and leaning against one another. Everyone made note to ask them at the next pack meeting why they were holding hands. |