Sterek One Shots

Inevitable You

Stiles shakes of the warm hand on his arm. His ears catch the blip in Scott’s heartbeat. “What, Scott? What the hell else do you want?”

“I’m - I’m sorry, I didn’t ever think you’d - “

“Find out? Well, neither did I. Thank you.”

“You were DYING, Stiles, what else was I supposed to do?” Scott is suddenly angry, and Stiles can smell it, feel it rolling off him. Others in the room are getting nervous too - Boyd, defensive, Kira, scared. Stiles can smell it. He hates that he can smell it. But would he really rather be dead?

“No, it’s just - sorry. Scott. Thank you. Seriously. But I’m still too pissed off at you and everyone else to really deal with this right now, I’m gonna just,” he stops, and nods his head towards the door. Scott looks at him, like he’s trying to decide something, and then nods.

“Okay. Be careful.”

“Careful? Ha. I’ve never had to be less careful in my life,” Stiles says, holding up his hand, letting his claws peek through his skin.

He almost feels bad for the look of guilt that crosses Scott’s face, and almost misses the sharp inhale from Lydia. Like she had forgotten.

“Don’t worry, Scotty, I won’t be out all night.”

It took all he had not to shift and run from the room.