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Dead Man Walking

Chapter 3: the retribution

3/? Currently 14,565 words

Stiles shows up to the warehouse after Gerard kidnapped and tortured him. Peter knows immediately what's happened. And he fully intends on making things right.

You've Got Mail

Chapter 8: The Happily Ever After

Complete - 21,511 words

Stiles and Derek meet on an online forum for the Supernatural community. A year later, Derek surprises Stiles by traveling to Beacon Hills, his pack in tow.

As you can read below, things really change as I begin editing a story. Somehow the chapter below turned into the first official chapter of Shattered and Bound

They don’t talk about Beacon Hills.

Not anymore.

Not since it stopped being a town and became a graveyard.

It happened fast. One bad call. One shadow that was too quiet, too clever. The Nogitsune slithered its way into Stiles - more insidious, more patient than anyone had expected. And when it finally made its move, it didn’t want chaos.

It wanted ruin.

Allison’s death was the matchstick.

Scott was the wildfire.

Something snapped in him when she died. The True Alpha, the golden boy, he broke. Fell into something primal and brutal, and never climbed back out. He didn’t see nuance anymore, didn’t ask questions. Just hunted.

He said Stiles was still infected. Said he smelled wrong. Said it was his fault.

Noah Stilinski stepped between them.

He always had.

The sheriff died with his badge on. Protecting his son from a boy he once trusted like family.

By the time Derek got there, there was nothing left to save but Stiles - and even that was a miracle stitched together with blood and panic. He found him crumpled on the floor, a broken sound clawing its way out of his throat as he clutched his father’s body. The smell of wolf and gunpowder and grief hung thick in the air.

Derek didn’t remember moving. Just teeth. Fury. A scream that sounded more like a roar. He drove Scott back long enough to get Stiles out, dragging him through backroads and ash and silence.

Lydia’s scream came later.

The Camaro’s engine growled low as they peeled out of the alley, tires squealing against wet pavement. Stiles shifted in the passenger seat, knuckles white where he gripped the dashboard.

"You’re bleeding," he said, voice tight.

"I’m fine."

"Bullshit," Stiles snapped, reaching over to tug Derek’s shirt up. His fingers grazed a fresh gash across Derek’s ribs, torn open where a silver blade had kissed too deep. The skin was already knitting together, but too slow. Way too slow.

"That was wolfsbane. What the hell were they doing with wolfsbane?"

Stiles comes by to drop off some books he'd borrowed from the Hale vault. Stiles, who never once judged Derek for having a one night stand when he was drowning in misery after Laura's death. Stiles, who never told Derek he didn't think the Alpha couldn't take care of a baby he didn't know he was going to have. Stiles, the 17 year old squishy human who saved his life more times than Derek could count.

Stiles comes in, sees the mess in the loft and just smiles fondly as he picks Eli up from Derek's chest and carries the baby around while Stiles starts to pick up toys. Stiles hums the whole time, soothing both father and son.

Derek wakes up an hour later to dinner on the table, Eli playing happily on the floor and Stiles putting his shoes back on

"you always have an uncanny ability to wake up once food is done" stiles told him fondly. "There's some peeled grapes in the freezer, those should Eli with his raging mouth thing he's got going on. There's garlic bread in the oven. I've got to head out and meet dad at the station. See you tomorrow, big guy"

Derek just says there dumfounded, staring at the closed door.

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My favorite scenario in the development of Stiles’ and Derek’s relationship is when they start to make the burned-out Hale house more liveable.

I remember one in particular with a ratty, green couch.

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During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

Ruth is an incredible woman, and her story and the story of the men she helped is so important.

Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale