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Jul. 21st, 2012 09:11 am (UTC)
Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (1/3)

Stiles looks blearily around the room. It’s sort of weird to be home and not in his own room, but in the guest room downstairs. Not that it’s bad or anything, especially since his dad had gone out of the way to make it as comfortable as possible for him, with a TV, a laptop, and a mini fridge. And it’s so much better than the hospital. Stiles slowly sits up, the pain making him groan involuntarily. And he’s not surprised by the hands that come out of nowhere to help him, even though he didn’t see anyone when he looked around the room. Ever since the accident, everyone has been so solicitous, his dad, Scott, and Allison, naturally, but also Derek, Boyd, Isaac, and Erica, who all snuck into the hospital at various times. So, now that he’s home, well, he was kind of expecting it.

Stiles turns his head slowly. And it’s Derek. Derek moves his pillows and gets Stiles settled against them. “Hey, Derek.”

Derek sits down in the chair next to the bed and doesn’t say anything.

“Still not talking to me, huh? Just here to lurk and, like, fluff my pillows. You know that’s actually weirder than you’re usual brand of weird. I don’t know, are you mad at me? You don’t seem mad, but usually when people aren’t talking to someone, it’s because they’re mad at them. Are you mad at me?” The last question comes out a little more upset than he’d intended, but what with the trauma and the injuries and the medication, his doctor said he’d be more emotional than usual, which is not great or anything, although it’s better than when he’d first woken up and whatever they had given him had made him hallucinate his mom (his dad had had to leave the room and Scott had actually cried).

Derek shakes his head no.

“Okay, well, then, I’ll just talk for the both of us until you feel like talking.” And Stiles does until he drifts off in the middle of debating to himself the merits of butterscotch versus caramel as an ice cream topping.

When he wakes up again, he’s whimpering because the painkillers have worn off. Derek is gone and he’s lying down again. And Scott is there, with pills and some water, helping him. Everything hurts, his knee where it had been jammed up into the dashboard, his cracked elbow from the door, his bruised all-to-hell collarbone and ribs from the seatbelt, his head from the impact back into the headrest, and the other assorted bruises and contusions. Stiles closes his eyes as he waits for the pills to do their job. He can’t stand the look on Scott’s or anyone else’s face when he’s hurting like this. That helpless and sick expression, when they can’t do anything except wait for the pain to recede, just seems to make it worse. After a few minutes, he starts to feel some relief. He opens his eyes and looks at Scott, who has that miserably guilty look on his face. And he really doesn’t want to play Scott’s I’m-to-blame game. Yes, Scott had been driving, but it’s not his fault that someone else ran a red light and slammed into the passenger side. Stiles could just as easily have been driving, except his Jeep had been out of commission, yet again, due to supernatural interference. And that’s probably part of the problem, if Stiles had been driving, Scott would have had his werewolf healing. Another part probably is, even without the healing, Scott had had barely a scratch on him.

Stiles decides to head off Scott’s self-flagellation with a different subject. “Hey, so, what’s up with Derek?”


“You know, Tall, Dark, and Really-Scary-When-He-Wants-To-Be. Likes leather, long runs in the moonlight, and turning teenagers into super-powered beings. Has big red eyes, big white fangs, and big sharp claws. Mr. I’m-Too-Sexy-For-My-Shirt-“


“Yeah, okay, that last one actually fits a few too many people I know. Let me try again-“

“I know who you’re talking about, but I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, well, Derek just seems upset. Like, really upset.”

“Oh, well, yeah, of course.”
Jul. 21st, 2012 09:13 am (UTC)
Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (2/3)

“What do you mean? Did something happen? Did somebody get hurt?” Stiles asks, worried.

Scott gives him a really confused look. “Yeah, you.”

“But that was last week.”

“Stiles, man, he was right behind us in his car. He saw the whole thing. He came over and pulled the door open, nearly pulled it off. All that sound, I couldn’t hear a heartbeat and I don’t think he could either and you looked dead. I thought he was going to kill the guy who ran into us, but then you made a noise. Anyway, you really scared us. And I think he maybe, nah, never mind. The whole pack has been really freaked out.”

“Well, I knew that. In the hospital, Erica was, like, masquerading as a candy-striper in an extremely tailored outfit, which I sincerely hope she never paraded through the cardiac department, just to check up on me. Boyd was in my room for hours at a time, but he was so good at fading into the background, none of the nurses ever noticed. And Isaac, I swear one night he slept under my bed. And they’ve all already snuck in here at least once and I’ve only been home, like, a day and a half. And then there’s you and Allison, with me whenever you can be. But Derek, he isn’t talking. I know he doesn’t have my conversational wizardry, but he does actually sometimes use his words.”

“He hasn’t been talking much to anyone.”

“Well there’s not much and then there’s nothing, nada, zip.”

“Maybe he’s afraid of what he’ll say.”

“Wow, Scott, that’s really… insightful of you.”

“Is it? Maybe Allison’s rubbing off on me.”

“I will refrain from making a joke here, this one time.”

“Whatever.” Scott looks up at the ceiling. “Why is your dad asleep right now?”

“Oh, he stays up at night for me. I’m awake more then. For some reason, the p- I wake up more often then. I’m supposed to call him if I need anything. Like seriously, on my phone, or on that walkie-talkie, or just yell. Besides, he knew you’d be here right after school.”

“Allison will be here soon. Do you need any help, um, with…”

“I can get up and use the bathroom all by myself, although it’s a pain in the… knee actually. It’s nice when someone is here to help me up, but not necessary. See the crutch-cane thing. I’m not bad with it.”

“But it’s easier with some help, right?”

“Isn’t almost everything? And, yes, thank you, I could use some help.” Stiles holds out his good arm to Scott.

Scott takes it and gently helps him to sit up and then helps him out of bed. “Come on.”


Boyd is sitting on the floor next to the bed, playing a game on Stiles’ phone. Isaac is curled up on the bed next to Stiles, a careful distance away from where Stiles is sitting up, so as to not bump or jostle any of his injuries. Erica’s on the chair next to the bed, buffing her nails, her feet resting on one of Boyd’s legs. Stiles is going through superheroes (and cool villains) to try and figure out which ones fit Isaac and Boyd, to go along with Batman and Catwoman, but all of his suggestions are getting vetoed (he’s pretty sure if he hadn’t been hurt, one of them would have thumped him for suggesting Krypto). But then all three do what Stiles privately thinks of as their ‘Squirrel?’ looks, like they’re hearing or smelling something he can’t. They all get up, each saying goodbye to him (Boyd carefully squeezing his unhurt shoulder, Isaac patting his unhurt arm, and Erica running a gentle hand over his short hair) and then slinking out.

Derek shows up a minute later. Stiles wonders whether the others left of their own accord or if Derek did some sort of alpha thing and told them to go. Stiles sighs. “Hey, Derek.”

Derek looks at him solemnly and sits down in the chair next to the bed.
Jul. 21st, 2012 09:15 am (UTC)
Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)

Stiles looks back at Derek. “I’m worried about you. You seem to feel guilty for this. I mean, Scott does too. And I can sort of understand that, even if I don’t agree. It was the fault of the guy who ran the red light and it’s not like he meant to do it. It was an accident, but you seem to be really good at taking the actions of others on yourself. I guess once you’re wallowing in guilt, it’s pretty easy to just pile more on. But I don’t get it. There was nothing you could have done. I mean there are probably a million little things that could have changed what happened, but you had control over exactly zero of them. You-“

“I should have offered you the bite,” Derek spits out.


“I should have offered you the bite. You would be healed. You wouldn’t be in pain. I should have offered, but I was being stubborn.” Derek stares down at the floor.

Stiles frowns. “Peter offered me the bite,” he says, curious about Derek’s reaction.

Derek’s head snaps up and his eyes are red. “He did what?” he growls.

“I said no,” Stiles says absently, turning things over in his mind. “The offer, it means something, doesn’t it? It’s different from someone asking for it. You told Erica, Isaac, and Boyd about being a werewolf and then you waited for them to ask, right? Offering the bite, it’s… meaningful, right?”

Derek gives a short, sharp nod, the red fading out of his eyes.

Stiles grimaces a little at the thought of what it meant from Peter. And then feels a weird fluttery feeling inside thinking about what it means from Derek. “If you had offered, I would have said no,” he says quietly.

Derek’s face goes completely blank.

“Not for the same reasons I said no to Peter. Well, okay, some of the same reasons, but if I had realized that it meant something, I wouldn’t have even considered it, from him. The thing is, and I may be the only person who feels this way, I like me. The me that I am right now. Even the bad parts, sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t say you’re the only one,” Derek says, expression looking a little less empty.

“Also, there’s something to be said about earning your place, rather than just having it handed to you. And I’ve earned my place in the pack and it’s not because of a bite – I had to prove myself. I have earned it, haven’t I?”

Derek looks contemplative and Stiles wonders if he’s ever thought of it like that before. “Yes, you have.”

“If I was ever going to say yes anyone, I, you…” Stiles trails off, unable to actually say the cheesy and, yes, heartfelt ‘you would be the one.’

But Derek looks like he gets it. He’s not smiling exactly, but his expression is sort of… soft.

Stiles shifts because he’s been in one position too long and he moans as pain flares up. He has to resettle his splinted arm which hurts in a totally different way than his braced-up knee does. Stiles never knew there were so many different ways to hurt. When he’s finally semi-comfortable again, he looks at Derek.

Derek’s lips have gone tight. “I don’t like it when you’re in pain.”

“I don’t much care for it either. I’ll heal, though. It may take me a while. And I guarantee that once I’m not sleeping so much, I’ll get really cranky about it, but I’ll heal.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“So, distract me.”


“Distract me. I know distraction is usually my area of expertise, but other people can do it too. So, distract me.”

Derek stares at him.

“Okay, on a scale from one to ten, that’s maybe a one, because staring is distracting, but not really what I-“

And Derek is up and leaning over him and kissing him. After a second of shock, Stiles reaches up his good arm to grab hold of the sleeve of Derek’s shirt, to keep him there. But, eventually, Derek pulls back and sits back in the chair and Stiles can’t quite make himself let go.

“Um, uh, okay,” Stiles sputters. “That was really good. Distracting, I mean. Solid ten, no, wait, solid eight.”


“Well, you have to have room for improvement or you go off the scale.”

Derek lifts an eyebrow at Stiles. “I don’t know, I kind of like a challenge.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, then, distract me some more.”
Jul. 21st, 2012 10:32 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
<3 <3 This was great, thank you for writing!
Jul. 21st, 2012 12:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
☺ Thank you and you're welcome!
Jul. 22nd, 2012 08:52 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
That was a really nice story, and I liked the fact that it was something ORDINARY that caused the whole thing. You know, non-werewolfness aside. Very nice, thank you.
Jul. 22nd, 2012 09:35 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
Thank you. Although lately the show seems to be hinting that nothing is a coincidence or an accident, I think sucky ordinary things can always happen. You're welcome.
Jul. 23rd, 2012 01:57 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
I really liked this fic. I love that the accident was mundane and non-supernatural and I love Derek's realization how human Stiles is. Nice.
Jul. 23rd, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
Thanks. Yeah, when surrounded by all the supernatural stuff, it can be hard to remember how easy it is for the common human stuff to go sideways.
Jul. 27th, 2012 01:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
That was sweet... Love the pack interaction & Derek distraction is the best
Jul. 27th, 2012 10:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: No One Does Anything Like That Again (3/3)
Thanks! Pack interaction can be so fun to write and distraction by Derek is always a good idea.