ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ .

the hermit who helps

at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

              ˜”*°•.      There  was a   small chuckle  escaping  Derek , and  for  a moment,  he  didn’t  know if  he  was supposed  to  be  embarrassed or impressed .  Either  way  the  werewolf’s amusement  was  soon replaced  by  a very  clear  pain . Fact  which  brought him  back  to the  very  horrible reality ;  the  reality, where  they  were  practically  defenseless .

 I am  not  healing . The  words  echoed too  many  times inside  his  head -  each  time worse  than  the previous  one .  If Derek  was  not healing ,  if  he was  stumbling  and barely  standing  on his  feet,  what would  happen  when the  werewolf  decided to  attack  again  ?  Yes , he  could  try to  hit  him on  his  own, but  would  it work  ?  He doubted  so .  They could  call  for help .  Hide  somewhere , and  bring  someone to  help  them . But  how  long would  that  take  ?  Long . Too  long .  And he  wasn’t  sure  how  long  they had .

At  Derek’s words ,  he  turned to  look  at  him.  He  couldn’t afford  panicking ,  he knew .  He  couldn’t let  the  overgrowing anxiety  blur  his mind .  But  they couldn’t  keep   on walking  either .  It was  dangerous,  too  dangerous. And  right  now, he  wasn’t  sure if  they’d  even make  it  out of  the  woods alive .  What  if  the  wound was   too deep  ?  What if  Derek  passed out  ?  Hell . What  if  he  died  ?   He’d have  literally  killed him .  His  recklessness would’ve  killed  both him  and  Derek . And   he  couldn’t  let  this happen .  No .  He’d already  tainted  his hands  with  Allison’s blood .  Adding  Derek’s to  it  was  not  going to  happen .

❝  He is  here,  isn’t he ?  ❞   The werewolf  was  close . He  was  pretty sure  about  it . Still,  deep  breath was  taken .  Go to  the  Hale house .   It  was not  far,  he  was  right. And  it’d  give them  enough  cover up  to  address Derek’s  injury .  To make  sure  he  was  not dying  or  something . And  then -  well , they’d  figure  something out .   ❝ Alright,  okay . Hold  onto  me and  we  can  do  it . I  think  I  know  where it  is . ❞   And so ,  he  began to  walk  -  very  much checking  on  Derek  every few  seconds .  ❝ Do you  even  recognize the  scent  by the  way  ? Who  that  werewolf is  ? ❞

at least ,  derek reminded himself that once they arrived  ,  there was the benefit of being able to simply lock stiles in a room .  forget about the other and his painfully erratic thoughts .  derek didn’t need to be a mind reader to see every micro expression flickering across the others facial features was another chaotic thought running across his mind .  derek was exhausted just watching him ,  and not because he was currently bleeding out .

“ no . ”  he answered earnestly after a few deep breaths .  there was an attempt to try and see if there was even a hint of familiarity with this lone wolf crossing into hale territory .  yet with two factors currently inhibiting him ,  it quickly became infuriatingly impossible .  two factors being his now blood soaked palm ,  and the other ...

“ it hasn’t been exactly easy to focus -- between this and your ... overwhelming emotions --  no ,  i can’t smell anything besides you and blood . ”  he bitterly grumbled at stiles’ side .  glaring at his own limb bracing itself on the other .  cursing his inability to heal and now walk on his own .  

he swallowed his pride as they stepped into the threshold of the front door .  mildly impressed they managed to find it without another incident .  or rather ,  how stiles remembered where it was .  it wasn’t exactly fortified but the land should still mean something .  it was protected .  even a rogue wolf should recognise that .  even if for an hour or two before boredom settles in .

“I–” Stiles tried, his own eyes shifting in a narrowed gaze at the testy werewolf he was unfortunately linked to, literally. His mouth hung frozen for a long moment, silent but internally yelling. “Okay, picking handcuffs requires a fine motor skill that I’m just not capable of!” The human countered, voice inflection higher than usual because of his distress at the situation.

The tug of the cuffs, the nostrils flaring and huffy breath spoke so many ways to Stiles. Derek was pissed and it was quite evident his frustrations. Stunned, he glanced down at his wrist, metal material so tightly confined that if Derek wanted to, he really could break his wrist with a tiny snap. “..You’re not.. seriously going to break my wrist are you? Because I have quite a few choice words and can give you, like, a ten minute long speech on why I need my wrist, Derek!” His freehand rose from his side, extended in a flailing motion almost. Tugging at his own side of the cuffs, his whiskey orbs darkened with anger; not wishing to be stuck in such a dilemma with one pissed off werewolf. Muttering he sighed, “There’s gotta be a set of spare keys somewhere.. Maybe we can try looking for them? You know, before you see fit to tear me apart?”

his jaw clenching temper stemmed from a lack of result .  ‘they’ got away .  and he was here. with stiles .  limited options ,  and restrained .  the ranting and raving of his counterpart in the back of his mind ,  but still heavily adding to influence his impatience .  which he expressed through how he answered stiles with blank stares .

derek hadn’t noticed the full extent of stiles’ ability to express himself physically before until he was forced to experience it firsthand .  and now that he was suffering the brunt of it ,  each time his arm was forced to follow his wild gestures ,  was rewarded with a growl .

“ -- i’m pretty sure we can count on them not leaving us a convenient pair of keys to escape the trap they left us in ,  stiles . ”  he bit back ,  wrestling his arm back from stiles .   and for good measure ,  his free hand grabbed for the others forearm .  staring at him pointedly as he held the other still . 

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“Why didn’t I tell you? You weren’t here. You’d left! What was I supposed to do? Interrupt your extended get-away with my bullshit? ‘Hey Derek! I accidentally killed a guy and I don’t know what to do–Scott thinks I could have avoided it all together!’“ Stiles mimed being on the phone for the last bit of his tirade, before waving Derek off with an incredulous look.