Soul Mates | Sterek ✓

02 | contact

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Stiles was back from the pack meeting. He was so tired both physically and mentally. It was around 8 in the evening. He went to the kitchen to get some food. Stiles found a little yellow sticky note on the fridge saying that his Dad won't be home this evening. He made himself a sandwich and went straight up to his room. Ate the whole sandwich and fall asleep right after eating the last bite of his festin.

He woke up by the heat of the sun on his face. Stiles was honestly feeling like death like he hadn't slept for days. Even if it looked like he woke up in the afternoon. He prepared himself a coffee while wondering where is Dad could be? Deep down of him he already knew the answer. "Daaaaad" he yelled through the entire empty house. Nothing. This gets him like he never did before. Because of his mom. He saw a picture of her on the fireplace that both his dad and him tried to forget since she passed away. To stop hiring themselves thinking about it. He felt a tear slip along his right cheek. He automatically closed both eyes and went back in his room without the coffee.

He cried himself to sleep.

Derek was waiting in the loft for quite a moment now he glanced at the clock again who announced it was 6:15 in the evening. He took his leather jacket and jumped in his Camaro. He was driving to Stiles' house. Too fast. Way too fast. He was nervous. 'Did something happened to Stiles? Is he hurt?' Just thinking about Stiles makes him increase is fear and finally his house came into view. He parked the Camaro in front of the porch of Stiles' house.

Derek knocked at the door. No one answered.

Knock Knock. Nothing.

He then grabbed the door handle and the door was locked. He jumped to the window of Stiles' room and he could see him. Asleep. A deep sleep. His upper lip was up on his pillow. He was cute. Derek felt like he needed to protect the boy. He put himself at the end of Stiles' bed. He took his left hand and started to run his fingers through Stiles' hair. He smiled in his sleep. Stiles then opened his eyes and yelled and fell on the ground.

Derek couldn't help but smirk. Stiles tried to get himself up. "Are you mad, Derek freaking Hale? You could have killed me! I almost had an heart attack!" Derek wanted to laugh but he just kept his usual emotional face without letting any emotions show because he couldn't think living without this pain in the ass. "You're not dead." Derek simply said. "And you're also 30 minutes late, if you didn't see."

Derek gazed at Stiles and he sees that he was in nothing but sweet pants. Stiles sees Derek looking at him and he looked confused. After a moment Stiles opened his mouth and finally said "The contact! What time is it?"

"6:45 in the evening. You're late like I said."

"Oh, shit."

Stiles went to his bathroom and put a shirt as well as a pair of black pants on. He after put his socks and shoes on. Derek sat up looking at the doorway where Stiles stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

They finally arrived to the loft where only Peter was waiting. They both entered in. Stiles was still sleepy and Derek was making his grumpy dominant face he was making almost one-hundred percent of the time.

Peter rolled his eyes "can we start now?" Derek asks at Stiles to follow them they went in a completely empty room, excepted a chair and a clock in front of it.

Derek sat in it and Peter stared at him "It's gonna hurt. Really bad. There's a ris-" Derek nods at his uncle already knowing the risks, and gave the box with his mother's claws.

Peter rolled his eyes and opened the box and dropped his sister's claw in front of Derek. Peter then looked at his hands to see Talia's claws who took the place of his nails.

Stiles was not sleepy at all after seeing that. He was now nervous. "What do you think you're gonna do, Peter?" Everyone knew about the contact and what risks it could get Derek into, except one person.

"Well Peter is going to make the contact." Derek simply answered before Peter could actually reply.

Peter positioned behind the chair and put Derek's head down to have better access at his nephew's neck. Peter's claws went through it.

Derek yelled and his light red eyes shows up. The scream went though Stiles' ears like physical pain.

Derek had passed out. Stiles couldn't help but his eyes went all wet and his view started to get blurry. He fell to his knees and grabbed Derek hand as tight as he could with both of his hands.

He could do only one thing, wait. 1 minute. 2 minutes. 3 minutes. 4 minutes. 5 minutes... Stiles was counting the minutes while checking the clock. Derek wasn't moving. At all. Stiles practically cried when he sees that Derek wasn't moving at all. That was bad. Really bad. Stiles tried to listen to his heartbeat by putting his heads on Derek's chest. Nothing. Stiles starts to feel hot and salty tears falling from his eyes.

Derek felt water dropping on his thighs. He took a deep breath like he never did before. He was back to life.

Derek moved his left thigh where Stiles' head was and Stiles looked up at him and his face lighten the whole room.

Stiles never felt this happy.

Derek giggle but ended up choking.

Stiles couldn't help but give a big hug to Derek, like his mom used to do with him. This kind of hug that makes you hurt but you don't care since you're too mentally happy to deal with the physical pain. He let him go and yelled "You fool! I was worried sick! Derek!" Derek tried to put his hand on his shoulders to face Stiles' angry but concerned look but he put Derek's hands off of him. "I'm not joking, Derek. I... I thought you died.l

Derek stayed there he didn't know what he could do. Stiles started to hyperventilate. Derek lift Stiles' chin up to observe his face. "Stiles? Hey, Stiles!" Panic raising from his voice.

Stiles was doing his first panic attack since years. "I... I-I can't..." he tried to say while taking his throat with his right hand.

Derek panicked, he then took a deep breath and... Derek finally understood. Stiles was doing a panic attack, he needed to breathe normally again! "Okay okay, Stiles" Derek took Stiles' head in his hands "You gonna listen to me right now. Breath in. Hold your breathe. Now breath out. Again. In. Hold. Out."

Stiles felt way better. He's doing what Derek told him again.

Stiles view started to get all blurry.

He had fainted.

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I'll from now on write this fan-fiction at the third person. Simply because I find it more pleasing to write as well as reading it. Hope you understand and enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry for this chapter being quite shitty.