Stiles thought he was just like any other teenager in high school, trying not to fall asleep in class, and maybe pass the semester. But weird things started happening when Derek and Erica rolled into town. Turns out Stiles was one of the few with rare powers, who would have thunk it? Erica was gifted like him. Except, thanks to Derek, who was also their protector, she was far more skilled than he was.
Stiles was starting to fall for Derek, and the feeling seemed mutual. But not everything was rainbows, and butterflies. Along with Stiles’s new found powers, there came hunters that wanted to kill his kind.
Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.
“You’re awake,” Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. “You’re okay. You’re awake.”
It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.
“This was a bad idea,” Derek sighs into his hair. “I’m not helping.”
“You are,” Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. “Please, just— Don’t leave.”
His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.
He’s not supposed to interact with humans. Technically, he’s not. He’s simply observing from an acceptable distance. Plus, he’s super thirsty– for water. He needs water or else he’ll dehydrate. This is their forest, anyway; the attractive group of humans are the ones intruding, if Stiles is being truly honest. Scott would not mind in the slightest if Stiles were to stick around to watch Derek (as his traveling companions call him) and the curious mixture of his icy blue and blood red aura. Stiles is an elf, so it’s not like they’ll be able to hear him and follow him back home, right?