the ‘we’re the only ones in this subway car and the metro broke down’ au pretty please?
Stiles loves Scott. He really, truly does. But if he ever calls him over for an “emergency” at 3 in the morning again, Stiles is going to kill him. Painfully. And very slowly.
Of course, that was over an hour ago and Stiles is finally on his way back to his apartment. Scott had offered to let him crash, but then Stiles would have had to get up even earlier to make it back to his apartment then all the way across the city to get to work on time. It just wasn’t worth it.
It’s only him and one other guy, who’s fastidiously reading his book, on the subway. Stiles can’t decide if the other guy’s presence makes the situation more or less creepy. More, because he looks like he could kill Stiles without breaking a sweat. Less, because anyone that into a book called We Should All Be Feminists can’t be all that bad, right?
He’s going to kill Scott.
The train screeches to a stop at the next stop, but no one gets on. The other guy glances at Stiles, and Stiles quickly glances away, pretending that he definitely hadn’t been watching the guy for the past several minutes.
Stiles glances at the empty platform and resists the urge to shudder. He hates when the city’s this quiet. It’s unnatural.
Thankfully, he only has two stops and a seven and a half minute walk until he’ll reach his bed.
He begins running through ideas of how to kill the next twenty minutes as the train leaves the platform. Stiles has made it to three hundred sheep when the train lurches to a stop and he goes sliding along the bench. He grunts as he slams against the end of the seat. The lights flicker.
Stiles looks towards the other man who’s sprawled on the floor, apparently too focused to even attempt to grab a hold of something. Stiles realizes his book is closer to him than the guy and picks it up.
Before he can stand, a terrible screech comes over the speakers as they try to explain what’s going on. Stiles can only catch what sounds like “temporary” and “soon.” He sighs heavily. He’s been around enough to know that this could take awhile.
He walks over to the guy and passes him the book. The man nods gratefully and immediately looks down to open his book again.
“Did you catch any of what they said?” Stiles asks. He’s trying to guess if he should tough it out or just cave and try to sleep through it.
The man shakes his head.
Stiles sits down across from him, but doesn’t say anything else. His foot bounces relentlessly and he drums his fingers against the bench. He doesn’t even notice though because he’s already focusing all his energy on not freaking out.
If the lights go out, they’ll be in pitch blackness. And if any other trains don’t know they need to stop, they’ll all be fucked. At least since it’s so late, they’ll have at least an hour before that’d be the case. But that also means it may be another hour before they get help.
Stiles doesn’t even notice when the man keeps looking up to glare at him. Once his other foot starts to join the nonsensical song, the man heaves a heavy sigh.
“Can you stop?” he asks exasperatedly.
“What?” Stiles looks up sharply.
The man makes a gesture to Stiles in one sweeping person.
“You want me to stop being?” Stiles considers scooting away, this man could be crazy, it is the subway after all.
“No,” the man grunts, “I want you to stop-“ The man begins exaggeratedly bouncing his legs and tapping his fingers.
“Oh,” Stiles says as he gets it, relaxing a little. “Sorry.”
The man nods at the apology and turns back to his book. Less than a minute later and Stiles feet are back to tapping against the ground.
“Seriously?” the man groans.
“Ah, shit, man. I’m sorry,” Stiles says, “This shit just makes me a little… eh. You know?”
The man glances at Stiles like he’s trying to catalogue if he thinks he’s going to have an emergency on his hands.
“It’ll be fine,” he finally says.
“Or this is the start of the apocalypse.”
“I’m sure that’s it. Next you’re going to tell me that we’re going to have to work together to stay alive and after something dramatic happens, we’re going to decide to save the world too.”
Stiles laughs brightly. “Exactly, but you left out the part where you get kidnapped by the evil zombies and I decide to risk my life to save you.”
“Is that right?”
Stiles nods firmly. The guy finally cracks a smile.
“Stiles,” he says as he holds out his hand to shake.
The guy leans across the space to firmly shake his hand and replies, “Derek.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Is it,” Derek snarks, “you don’t seem very happy with a stopped train.”
“Then not nice to meet you,” Stiles rebuts.
“Not nice to meet you indeed.”