When Stiles came to it was to the smell of smoke and a slight throbbing in his head. Looking around he could see the warehouse still burning from the explosion, debris and ash scattered throughout the area.
Derek lay a few feet to his left, still unconscious and with what looked to be a broken leg, likely from protecting stiles in the fall.
Moving slightly he winced when a shooting pain came from his side, likely having hit it in the fall but thanks to Derek it wasn't any worse, since a fall of two stories like that would have likely killed him, or at least left him with some serious damage.
A sudden groan then alerted him to the fact that Derek was awake.
"Stiles?" The werewolf asked, looking groggily around as he took in what had just occurred.
"I'm here." Stiles replied, stumbling to his feet to help Derek stand, putting the mans arm over his shoulder as a support.
"Are you hurt?"
"No." Stiles replied, grinning at the relieved look on his friends face, "seems you took the brunt of the fall."
"Good." Was the reply, a slight wince telling stiles that Derek's leg was still in the healing process, no matter how good werewolf healing was.
Rounding the corner they were relieved to see the pack standing there, bloodied up but alive.
Passing Derek off to Jackson, stiles made his way up to Scott who seemed to be lost in his thoughts, clapping a hand on his friends shoulder to bring him round.
"Black Fox wasn't there. It was a setup." He announced, watching as Scott didn't seem to be surprised by the news.
"We know. They took Lydia."
I know this chapter is short but I haven't updated this story in AGES and so wanted to update for those of you still reading and enjoying my writing
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To be defeated by a name
FanfictionAfter Stiles watches his fiance Katrina die in a terrorist attack on a beach in Ibiza, he decides to change his name and run from the past that has held him captive in a never-ending cycle of pain. Bumping into Jackson Whittemore at the cinema wasn'...
