In Sickness and Health
kat on AO3 asked: “could you maybe write one where derek travels for business, and stiles is home with the kids. when he gets really sick and the oldest calls derek to come home?”
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 1449
Human AU, Sick Stiles, Writer Derek, Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, POV Derek
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There’s only one person in line in front of him when Derek’s phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s probably Stiles, calling him on the way to TJ and Carter’s school. The person in front of him steps through, to the airplane. Derek grabs his phone from his pocket, and looks apologetically at the flight attendant checking everyone’s tickets. He looks at his phone. A sense of foreboding creeps up his spine. A picture of Stiles and their kids in front of their house is on his screen. Someone’s calling him from their home number. Why would he be getting a call from home? There shouldn’t be anyone there.
Oh God. Something’s happened.
Trying not to let his panic show on his face, he steps out of the line.
‘Daddy’s dying,’ TJ whispers.
TJ’s just being dramatic, Derek tells himself. Stiles probably just bumped into something, or cut his finger, maybe he overslept, lost track of TJ in the rush to get their kids to school, and now she’s messing with the phone.
‘Why would you say that, little whelp?’ he asks, swallowing down his heart that somehow lodged itself in his throat.
‘He looks gross,’ is TJ’s unhelpful answer.
Derek can’t really blame her, she’s only four.
‘Give me the phone! You’re explaining it all wrong!’
‘Give it back!’
Derek gnashes his teeth as he listens to his children struggle for the phone, feeling helpless, until finally Carter comes on.
‘Daddy’s sick. He’s coughing and breathing funny. And there’s a giant pile of snotty tissues by the bed,’ Carter explains. The six year-old is trying to sound firm and grown-up, but Derek knows his child, and can hear the tremble underneath the bravado. ‘And he’s moving around all slow, and keeps bumping into things like he’s drunk or blind or something.’
That doesn’t sound like Stiles is dying, more like he’s got a really bad cold or, god forbid, the flu. Derek thought Stiles’ voice sounded funny on the phone last night, but assumed it was a bad connection. Not that Stiles would’ve admitted anything was wrong if he had asked.
‘Alright, little cub. Can you give me daddy?’
‘Sure.’ Carter sounds a little sullen that they don’t get to report further on one of their fathers’ imminent demise.