hi it took me a bit to figure out how to do an ask on mobile because ugh tumblr but if you could please do Sterek #22 "caught in a storm." Thank you so much <3
Derek ducked his head and squinted against the snow. It was nearly up to his ankles at this point, and it was still coming down. He just focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
In his arms, Stiles curled against him and shivered.
Derek cursed under his breath. Fucking witches. Fucking snow. Fucking Jeep shuddering to a stop two miles outside of town. Fucking lack of cell service.
Fucking Stiles jumping headfirst into danger, like he was a werewolf himself and not a breakable human, and making Derek come close to losing him. He might still lose him if he couldnât them to a hospital soon.
No. He wouldnât think about that. Stiles would be okay. He had to be.
Stiles huffed a laugh against his chest. âI thought werewolves were supposed to run hot.â
âDonât talk,â Derek said. âYouâre supposed to be conserving your energy.â
âItâs conserved. Iâm conserving,â Stiles grumbled. âHow far are we from the town?â
Another shudder racked Stilesâs body. âYou have no idea, do you?â
âIâll get you to the hospital,â Derek said. âJust hang on and donât freeze to death.â
Stiles laughed, and it turned into a cough. âYou say the sweetest things.â
Derek glared, but he wasnât sure if Stiles could see it with the snow. He meant it. Stiles couldnât die.
Derek ducked his head against the snow and kept moving forward. Just one foot in front of the other. He just had to keep movingâŚ
Stiles fell asleep in the middle of a snowstorm and woke up in a hospital room, staring blearily at an IV drip.
He cautiously turned his headâshit, he was soreâto see his dad sitting in the chair nearest the bed and Derek in a chair near the door with a hospital blanket draped over him.
Dad leaned over him. âHey, kid. How are you feeling?â
Stiles closed his eyes and considered. âLike I went toe-to-toe with a bunch of pissed-off witches and Mother Nature.â
Dad chuckled and rubbed his eyes. âFrom what Derek told me, that sounds about right.â
âHowâd I get here?â Stiles asked.
âDerek carried you in from wherever the Jeep broke down,â Dad said. âParrish found you two about a mile from the hospital and radioed me, then drove you both the rest of the way in.â He glanced back at Derek. âI had to make him go to sleep. Itâs a damn miracle he didnât lose his fingers, werewolf healing or not.â
Stilesâs heart swelled with warmth. âIdiot,â he said fondly.
âI canât believe Iâm going to say this, but please take that man on a date or put him out of his misery,â Dad said. âEither one. Iâm not picky.â
Stiles worried his lower lip. He hadnât exactly talked to his dad about his feelings for Derek, but wellâŚhis dad was the sheriff and damn good at his job. âYou think heâd want to date me?â
âSon.â Dad pointed to Derek, still asleep in the chair, his head at an awkward angle. âI would do that for precisely two people, you and your mother.â
Stiles waggled his eyebrows. âNot Melissa?â
Dad coughed and turned faintly pink. âMaybe,â he said gruffly. âBut my point stands.â
Stiles stared at Derek. He remembered being carried, remembered how safe he felt, remembered how he hadnât doubted for a moment that Derek would get him somewhere safe.
Hell, Stiles was so far gone it wasnât even funny at this point. âDo you think sharing hospital pudding cups will count as a good first date?â
Dad clapped him on the shoulder. âAim a little higher, kid. At least wait until you can go for burgers.â
(In the end, hospital pudding cups end up being a pretty great first date.)
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