Imagine Stiles accidentally hurt someone, accidentally lost control of his power and killed Donovan, and even though it was self-defence, it wrecks him with guilt and fear. He’s so scared to be around the people he cares about because he’s scared that if he loses control, for even a second, he’s going to end up hurting someone he loves. And it’s all the more worse with Derek, becasue Derek keeps wanting to protect Stiles, to get close to him and it breaks Stiles’ heart that he has to pull away from Derek and shut himself off.
Please tell me this AU ends with a lot of cuddles?
Derek lifted the gun, putting Stiles in the crosshairs as he waited for his aim to steady. His arm was heavy, his aim wavering a little. He knew he wasn’t the same ever since the fall. He wondered how this was going to end if he did pull the trigger.
Was he going to hit the glass, or was he about to put a hole in Stiles’ face?
“Did you think he loved you?” Jennifer fiercely uttered, narrowing her gaze. “Or maybe you thought you loved him. That you were finally capable of loving someone that would actually care—”
The shot rang out.
(Or, the James Bond AU no one asked me for…)
“It’s not a clean shot,” Erica stated as she looked down the scope at the oncoming train. She had a window of opportunity, knowing the moment that the train hit the tunnel, they’d lose everything. She watched through the scope as Derek struggled with the unknown assailant, both of them furiously trying to overpower the other. “Ma’am, I repeat, it’s not a clean shot—and the tunnel is coming up.”
“Can you get to higher ground?” Claudia asked as she leaned against her desk, just over the intercom emitting Erica’s voice.
“Negative,” Erica answered. “I don’t have time.”
Claudia paused, weighing the pros and cons. She had faith in Derek, always believing in his abilities to get the job done—with or without the finesse some of the other agents used. But she couldn’t risk the lives of every allied agent when she knew Derek’s abilities had been slipping. “Take the shot.”
The office turned eyes towards Claudia, all staring at her to confirm they heard her correctly.
“Derek isn’t clear,” Erica quickly countered.
“I said take the shot,” Claudia nearly snapped.
Erica pulled the trigger.
Derek’s body stumbled backwards upon impact of the bullet tearing through his chest. His footing was lost, his body falling off the train and plummeting down into the water below the bridge.
The office waited with baited breath since the shot rang out over the speakers.
“Agent down,” Erica’s voice softly confirmed the dreaded inevitable as she watched the train pass through the tunnel, the assailant getting away.
Claudia’s hand shot out, her fist slamming against her desk in anger. “Damn it!”
“No, it’s not, Scott,” Stiles says. His skin is buzzing with adrenaline, his hands are trembling, and his left knee is throbbing from where the fucking wendigo had knocked him into the side of the building, pinning him there until the cavalry had come.
Except the cavalry—aka Scott and Kira—didn’t come. Derek did. Derek had been missing for weeks, each passing day making Stiles angrier and angrier for some reason, and suddenly shows up tonight, surprising both Stiles and the wendigo. In fact, he’s standing on the walkway leading up to the building breathing hard, the wounds on his chest and arms slowly healing and it makes Stiles so fucking angry.
“Stiles,” Scott says, reaching out to hold Stiles’ arm, but Stiles knocks it away.
“He doesn’t get to do that, okay?” He points at Derek as he says it and realizes his hand is shaking.
“Stiles,” Scott says quietly, hands up like Stiles might fight him. “He got to you in time, right? You’re not hurt?”
“No, Scotty, I’m—” He exhales harshly and scrubs his hands over his head. He can’t deal with the worried look Derek sends him just then, before standing still while Kira looks over his torn shoulder. “That’s not it. I’m not hurt.”
“You smell hurt,” Scott says, looking worried.
Kira looks up at the two of them with understanding in her eyes, and she nods at Stiles. “Babe, it’s a different kind of hurt. Scott, maybe we should…”
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