Sterek: Fight For Me

"You'll call?"

"Stiles, please, I haven't got any time for this right now. Please, let go of my arm." In all honesty, Derek could have made Stiles let go any time he wanted to, but he hadn't. In fact, he hadn't forced Stiles to do anything he hadn't wanted to for some time now.

"Promise me that you'll call, please, Derek." And when Derek looked into those caramel-chocolate eyes, he saw a pleading that went beyond Stiles wanting to know where Derek was. He wanted to know that Derek was safe, alive, unharmed. He'd lost his mom, and he'd never seen it coming. He wanted to know this time.