One-Shots

The Story of Us

The Story of Us

This is a Sterek (from Teen Wolf) AU fic.

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I’ll tell you something about the patients here, most of the usuals are just doomed from the start—destined, they call it, to end up here.

Now, I don’t know much about fate, but I know that there’s a lot of reasons that people are who they are and end up where they do. And sometimes people are just so twisted and backwards that there isn’t any fixing ‘em. Those ones haunt you, keep you up at night wondering what could’ve happened that made ‘em just so damn broken. Most of us workers can’t afford to worry over this place and the people in it when we leave to go home. So, we go home and pretend like the world’s still a wonderful place even though we know it’s not. We’ve seen the damaged ones, the unfixable, and we can’t unsee that. But, sometimes, patients stick with you and make you wonder about ‘em even when you really don’t want to.

Like Stilinski, room 53, and Hale, room 24.

They were two boys. And I don’t know this bit for sure, but I like to think they were lovers. And even if they weren’t, they had some sort of special bond ‘tween the two of ‘em. We all saw it. Alone, they were just like everyone else here, crazy, but together they were crazy enough to have hope in one another.

That’s why I hate that we eventually had to go on and separate ‘em for good. They couldn’t even see each other under supervision anymore. I didn’t want to split ‘em, but the bigger one attacked one of the other workers here—Allison—and scratched her up pretty badly. People say she even had to get seventeen stitches, but I don’t know ‘cause Allison hasn’t been back since then and I can’t say I blame the poor girl.

Why did they do it?

Oh well, they kept sayin’ she was some kind of hunter. They said that she was out to kill them just like her family did to most of the boys’ friends and family. But that don’t make a lick of sense to me. Allison wouldn’t dare hunt anything ‘cause she once told me she lost her boyfriend to a hunting accident; he was shot in the woods one night on a full moon.

Anyway, not long after we went and separated the boys, the bigger one, his name was Derek Hale, broke free. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he went and he got his boy back. They’d been dead for hours by the time we were able to bust through the iron door. The whole point of the damn thing was to keep patients out, but it definitely didn’t keep those two out.

Earl the janitor was the one who finally got the door unlocked and the first to see the boys, he said they were all tangled up together. There was blood all over both of them, it was probably Stilinski’s. Hale was laid out right beside Stilinski’s body, dead. Earl still tells me, whenever he’s fullyhere, that no ‘mount of drinkin’ gets the image outta his head.

Accordin’ to Earl, the smaller one had all these cuts on his chest, looked like he’d been mauled by a wild animal or something. The bigger one didn’t seem to have anything wrong with him; he was just dead. Cops later told us he had some kind of asthma attack, but I’ve seen his file when we brought him here and it didn’t say anything ‘bout him having asthma. I told that to the cops, but they just shrugged me off.

I remember the way those two looked at one another and there isn’t no way in Hell Hale did it, he couldn’t have killed Stilinski even if Stilinski had asked him to. It would’ve been too much for him. They might’ve been crazy at times, but that doesn’t mean they were crazy enough to kill the only thing in the world they cared about. I just don’t get what happened to ‘em, I guess I probably never will.

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“Derek, c’mon man, please get your wolfy ass up here. Something’s outside my door and I don’t exactly think it’s Santa coming early this year.”