STEREK FIC: Outrun Your Ghosts // AU NC-17 (1/1) ✭✭✭✭✭
When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.
“Everyone thinks you’re a psycho and that you went all Thelma and Louise with your sister because you did it, but you didn’t, it was all Kate. She is a crazy, crazy bi-“
Derek’s on him before he realizes it, shoving him against a tree and pining him there with his forearm. Stiles goes bug-eyed and red, wheezing. There are voices from up the hill at the main building, counselors shouting at Derek. There are more voices from down at the lake, jeers and encouragements, the bloodthirsty din of a crowd hoping for a fight.
"How do you know that?” Derek asks.
He shakes Stiles because Stiles isn’t even listening - he’s staring at a fixed point behind Derek’s shoulder, and he looks different now, looks terrified. Not pressed against a tree trying to breathe terrified. A different kind. A kind that makes the back of Derek’s neck prickle up with cold sweat.
Derek releases Stiles, suddenly feeling like he’s picking on a scared kid. It makes him feel sick. “Whatever,” he says, fixing the wrinkles on Stiles’ jacket and knowing there are about a dozen guards and counselors jogging at them with tasers. Great fucking first week in minimum security.
“Because she keeps bragging about it,” Stiles says, his voice a low, hoarse mumble.