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tamingthemuseTitle: untitled [excerpt]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 474 - cheerful
Warnings: Definite spoilers up through and including 5x09 Lies of Omission. Speculated MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Vague Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~570
Summary: Scott bites his lip against a choking sound and shudders out a breath. “A lot’s happened since you left.”
Just scenting Scott’s emotions, Derek feels like that’s maybe the biggest understatement of the year. “I’m getting that. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
A/N: I came up with the main idea for this back during 3A with the alpha pack, but I couldn’t flesh out certain details. This season’s story arc fit a lot better with the story I wanted to tell. For now, this is all there is because I just wanted to get some of it written before the 5A finale. There’s no way the show’s going to go in the same direction my fic is, but I just wanted to get it out there.
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“I came past the Stilinskis’ on my way over here, but nobody was home,” Derek says, climbing through Scott’s bedroom once Scott opens it.
Scott bites his lip against a choking sound and shudders out a breath. “A lot’s happened since you left.”
Just scenting Scott’s emotions, Derek feels like that’s maybe the biggest understatement of the year. “I’m getting that. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”
Scott swallows thickly, dry throat clicking as he nods disjointedly. “Everything was fine until the school year started. First it was Tracy, then Donovan, and…” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, flexing fingers tipped in claws before continuing and telling Derek all about the Dread Doctors. The story is taking a lot out of him and Derek can tell Scott’s nearing the end - the worst of it - by the slump of his shoulders, how he’s hunched in on himself, and how he pauses between every new bit of information he reveals like it’s taking all his energy just to form the words. “I don’t know how he did it—how we let Theo manipulate all of us into trusting him. I mean, I confided in him instead of— And I didn’t even know. I shouldn’t’ve trusted him, but I did, and when he told me what— what… Stiles did… I believed him,” Scott shrugs, bruised eyes damp. “When he— when Stiles tried to tell me what really happened, I just didn’t— I didn’t listen. We argued about it, but I couldn’t believe him. I should’ve believed him.” He looks up at Derek again, tears glistening on his sunken cheeks.
Derek’s heart starts racing in his chest even as his stomach drops—he thinks he knows where Scott’s going with this, his obvious guilt makes it hard to ignore, but there’s no way. No way. “Where’s Stiles, Scott?”
Scott sobs and shakes his head, whining low in the back of his throat as he rocks back and forth where he’s perched on the edge of his bed. “By the time we figured out that Theo was lying to us, that he played all of us, he was already gone. It was raining pretty bad that night so there was no scent trail to follow after we found his Jeep.” Scott’s face is blank and his voice flat as he continues, completely detached. “The door was open and his phone was a couple feet away, half-buried in the mud. We started our search there. It felt like we walked every inch of the preserve… Then we found the Nemeton. And I think— I think we all felt it at the same time. He’d already been missing for two months before—”
“No.” Derek shoves up out of Scott’s desk chair with enough force that it clatters loudly to the floor. “He’s not.”
“We buried him seven weeks and four days ago.”
Derek thinks about the voicemail he’s been saving since last summer, listening to it whenever he feels homesick—Stiles’ cheerful, teasing voice muted by the distance between them, “Hey, Sourwolf. Just because you’ve leveled up — how awesome is it to shift full-wolf? — and have a totally badass girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to be a stranger. School’s starting soon and, well, senior year… I miss your grumpy face, so. Bye.” The last bit is said in a rush before Stiles hangs up, like he was embarrassed to be admitting anything, and Derek can picture it perfectly in his mind. Now, that image of a pink-faced, flustered Stiles is replaced with an unmoving, unrecognizable body and he feels sick to his stomach.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 474 - cheerful
Warnings: Definite spoilers up through and including 5x09 Lies of Omission. Speculated MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Vague Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~570
Summary: Scott bites his lip against a choking sound and shudders out a breath. “A lot’s happened since you left.”
Just scenting Scott’s emotions, Derek feels like that’s maybe the biggest understatement of the year. “I’m getting that. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
A/N: I came up with the main idea for this back during 3A with the alpha pack, but I couldn’t flesh out certain details. This season’s story arc fit a lot better with the story I wanted to tell. For now, this is all there is because I just wanted to get some of it written before the 5A finale. There’s no way the show’s going to go in the same direction my fic is, but I just wanted to get it out there.
“I came past the Stilinskis’ on my way over here, but nobody was home,” Derek says, climbing through Scott’s bedroom once Scott opens it.
Scott bites his lip against a choking sound and shudders out a breath. “A lot’s happened since you left.”
Just scenting Scott’s emotions, Derek feels like that’s maybe the biggest understatement of the year. “I’m getting that. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”
Scott swallows thickly, dry throat clicking as he nods disjointedly. “Everything was fine until the school year started. First it was Tracy, then Donovan, and…” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, flexing fingers tipped in claws before continuing and telling Derek all about the Dread Doctors. The story is taking a lot out of him and Derek can tell Scott’s nearing the end - the worst of it - by the slump of his shoulders, how he’s hunched in on himself, and how he pauses between every new bit of information he reveals like it’s taking all his energy just to form the words. “I don’t know how he did it—how we let Theo manipulate all of us into trusting him. I mean, I confided in him instead of— And I didn’t even know. I shouldn’t’ve trusted him, but I did, and when he told me what— what… Stiles did… I believed him,” Scott shrugs, bruised eyes damp. “When he— when Stiles tried to tell me what really happened, I just didn’t— I didn’t listen. We argued about it, but I couldn’t believe him. I should’ve believed him.” He looks up at Derek again, tears glistening on his sunken cheeks.
Derek’s heart starts racing in his chest even as his stomach drops—he thinks he knows where Scott’s going with this, his obvious guilt makes it hard to ignore, but there’s no way. No way. “Where’s Stiles, Scott?”
Scott sobs and shakes his head, whining low in the back of his throat as he rocks back and forth where he’s perched on the edge of his bed. “By the time we figured out that Theo was lying to us, that he played all of us, he was already gone. It was raining pretty bad that night so there was no scent trail to follow after we found his Jeep.” Scott’s face is blank and his voice flat as he continues, completely detached. “The door was open and his phone was a couple feet away, half-buried in the mud. We started our search there. It felt like we walked every inch of the preserve… Then we found the Nemeton. And I think— I think we all felt it at the same time. He’d already been missing for two months before—”
“No.” Derek shoves up out of Scott’s desk chair with enough force that it clatters loudly to the floor. “He’s not.”
“We buried him seven weeks and four days ago.”
Derek thinks about the voicemail he’s been saving since last summer, listening to it whenever he feels homesick—Stiles’ cheerful, teasing voice muted by the distance between them, “Hey, Sourwolf. Just because you’ve leveled up — how awesome is it to shift full-wolf? — and have a totally badass girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to be a stranger. School’s starting soon and, well, senior year… I miss your grumpy face, so. Bye.” The last bit is said in a rush before Stiles hangs up, like he was embarrassed to be admitting anything, and Derek can picture it perfectly in his mind. Now, that image of a pink-faced, flustered Stiles is replaced with an unmoving, unrecognizable body and he feels sick to his stomach.
