I clench my jaw as I listen to the screams of all people in beacon hills, only I was looking for someone in particular.
Derek and I had gotten separated while the trying to evacuate everyone from the building, that being the hospital and that it didn't go very well.
I dodge a couple people running in my direction and that's when I see him, fighting off one the rouge supernatural's that have been popping up left and right in our little town.
I soon realize Derek is slowing down and the rouge seems to have everlasting energy, I raise my gun and aim, shooting him right between the eyes.
I stand there a moment before I run to catch Derek as he starts to fall to the floor, I push us to the wall so I can prop him up, his eyes search my face for a moment before reaching up with a bloodied hand and touches my face.
"Stiles-" a growl echoes off the halls and there's a new wave of terror and fear, I look up from Derek and see a wendigo.
Whose eyes were straight on a little boy and his father who was bleeding profusely, I grab Derek's hand and set it down, standing to face the monster.
Through all the people running back and forth, I could see its attention had moved by to me, and now feeling the liquid running down the side of my face... I knew why.
I grabbed my gun back out of its holster and stared it down. I looked at the boy and his father who was looking at me with disbelief.
I turn to lock eyes back with the Wendigo and step over the previous rouge I had taken out and that's when it charged.
As it gets closer I notice its claws that are spread wide, ready to grab anything it can feast on, that anything being me and anybody else that is living and has flesh.
I raise, aim and fire, blood splattering on the cream hospital walls.
After I scout out the rest of the hallway deeming it was safe to get Derek out, I turn and run back to him.
As I crouch down to him the screams seem to get louder and I'm frantically looking about for a threat other than hunters who are also killing all of the supernatural beings they can find. Fun.
"Stile'..." I look back down to Derek whose eyes are lidded, blood seeping out of the corners of his mouth.
"Derek stay awake okay? I'm going to get you out of here." I urge, wrapping my arm around his back and making sure his other arm was around my shoulders.
"No- no go save the other's," Derek says, trying to lean back onto the wall, I grunt pulling him to a standing position, just as the rest of my squad pours in, shooting at the rouges and hunters who were only here to kill.
I look at him, seeing the blood seep out the corners of his mouth, the pale face and what I'm guessing was a cold sweat to make him shiver as he did.
Just like in Mexico, when you left him to die, I thought back to that day, seeing Derek being pulled from the van and then to be stabbed by a Berserker only moments later.
And he told me exactly the same thing he told me then, go save them.
I shake my head. "No! I'm not leaving you, not again!" his face winces and I know its time to go, well I knew that hours ago but its resurfacing.
I push us forward, pushing past people, shooting the occasional rouge hunter or supernatural being, all the way to my jeep.
And off to... Well, I don't know.
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I slowly set Derek's limp body down on the bed, looking around the loft was a sight for sore eyes.
Sighing I plop myself down on the old beat up couch, probably wasn't much more comfortable than the bed but it was better than nothing.
As I had expected, Derek had started healing once I cleaned his wounds, they weren't as bad as I had originally thought but I was still worried.
I close my eyes for maybe five minutes before there's a grunt in the dark, my eyes snap back open and I look over to the bed.
Derek is sat up and looking about frantically, I jump up and make my way over to him. "Hey buddy, its okay- you're not alone."
From the moonlight, I can make out the relief in his eyes. "Where are we?" he asks squinting at the corners of the huge room as if a monster was going to pop out and attack him.
I laugh nervously. "We're at the loft, this side of town was abandoned so I figured it'd be the safest place for now."
He nods and calms a bit, before looking back up at me. "You have blood on the side of your face." He states moving to the edge of the bed.
"Derek what are you-!" he forcefully pulls me onto the bed with my head on his knee, with my eyes blown wide, Derek takes the blanket off the bed and rips it into a long strip.
What I'm guessing is saliva then his my face and he's carefully scrubbing the blood off, he stops after a minute, looking at where the blood was, probably because there was no wound.
"If that wasn't your blood, whose was it?"
I pat him now not almost shredded to pieces arm with mine. "It- was yours."
He looks away for a moment. "Oh..."
"But hey! I got you and me out alive without any other injuries, I call that a success." A small smile fixes on his face before it goes blank, and he's looking at my lips.
"Derek." I whisper.
"Stiles." he whispers back, leaning down the slightest.
"What are we doing?" I ask, scared of his answer.
"I don't know, all I know is that I don't want this moment to end." He answers quietly, I reach up to press my hand to his cheek and he closes his eyes. "I also want to kiss you."
While I intake a shared breath, he opens his eyes again, showing off his electric blue irises. "Do you want to kiss me?" He asks uncertain, I smirk.
"Hell yes."
I cup his face with my other hand and we meet each other in the middle, his lips soft and experienced, I could faintly hear the little whimper noises he was making, but I won't let him know that
I press back to catch a breath and he does the same, with our noses touching I realize. "We're going to be okay."
Derek smiles and nods. "Yeah, we are."
