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15 minutes of a Sterek fanfic, part 4

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, and part 3 here.

"How can you not know?" growled Derek as they continued to run.

"We couldn't get to him, but Gerard was there."

Derek tripped. "Gerard Argent?"

"We could hear him, but he laid out mountain ash in Stiles's room so we couldn't go in. I'm sorry, Der--"

Derek got up and began to run even faster. If Gerard Argent had Stiles, then surely it was Derek that Gerard wanted. It had to be. Gerard wouldn't hurt Stiles, he was human. At least, that's what Derek had to tell himself.

"Go find the Sheriff."

"No, I'm coming with you. Stiles said to find you. He sent Boyd to find his dad and Isaac to find Scott."

It was a good plan, thought Derek briefly before the fact that Stiles was alone with Gerard slammed into him like a freight train, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

"Find Boyd then. Gerard wants me. I'm sure of it."

"Then you'll need--"

"I need the rest of you to be safe. Gerard is human, the Sheriff can protect you from him. And can..." Derek trailed off, not wanting to admit that perhaps he wasn't the best person to go on a Stiles rescue mission. He had to though, he would never forgive himself if he didn't.

Erica still hesitated, keeping pace with Derek.

"I said, go," Derek growled, turning his red eyes towards her.

Erica flinched and then took off in another direction. 

Derek kept running through the woods to Stiles's house.

***

It felt like it took forever for Derek to reach Stiles's house. He burst through the unlocked door, "Stiles!" He ran up the stairs and found Stiles's bedroom door open. Derek tried to enter but the mountain ash stopped him.

"Hey, Derek," said Stiles quietly. Stiles was duct taped to his desk chair and facing away from Derek. Gerard was leaning against Stiles's desk, a gun in his hand.

Derek growled, "Let. Him. Go."

"Oh no, Derek, I think you and I are going to have a little chat first."

Derek growled again, "He doesn't concern you, Gerard."

"Au contraire, he concerns me very much. What is a nice young human boy doing with a gruff wolf like you?"

Derek just seethed and didn't answer. He didn't want anything to put Stiles more in harm's way than he already was. And it was all Derek's fault. Derek had tried to tell Stiles this before, but he never listened.

***

After a big fight with another pack, Stiles and Derek found themselves alone in a warehouse. The pack had run home and Scott was walking Allison to her car. Stiles ran his hand through his hair and approached Derek. "Hey, Derek?"

Derek retracted his teeth and turned to face Stiles.

"I just..." Stiles trailed off. Then he was suddenly in front of Derek, moving faster than Derek thought he ever could. Stiles kissed him so lightly that Derek was almost unsure if it had happened. 

"Stiles!" called Scott from afar, "Let's go home."

Stiles looked up at Derek with his big brown eyes, "That wasn't a one time thing for me." And with that he left Derek standing dumbstruck in the middle of the warehouse.

---

Derek couldn't get the kiss out of his mind. Had he even had time to kiss Stiles back? Stiles had been all he wanted for he didn't know how long, but it was too dangerous. Derek told himself that the reason he now found himself in Stiles's room was to tell him just that. That this was too dangerous. To break Stiles's heart.

Stiles came in the room.

(Prompt by me)

Teen Wolf MTV (I don't own any of the characters)

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