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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's note: I managed to finish the chapter on time, look at that. That's like a miracle nowadays.
Warnings: Hm, angst mainly. If there's anything you think I need to tag, let me know!
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 10
He didn't remember what exactly he told his friends before driving over to the hospital. Whatever excuse he had used, it had been believable enough apparently, because none of them had insisted on joining him or asking what was wrong. Theo had looked confused, but he'd accepted the excuse as well, which was good, because the last thing he needed right now was the Alpha insisting on joining him.
His stomach cramping up all the way there, he barely held it together throughout the entire trip. His hands were shaking and he gripped the steering wheel harder, forcing himself to focus on nothing but the road and the traffic. Certainly not on whatever news Doctor Hope had in store for him.
After parking, he forced himself out of the Jeep; his legs feeling like stretched out rubber. His stomach rolled with every step he took; his blood roaring in his ears. He felt cold in spite of the sun merrily shining down on him and he took several deep breaths to combat the creeping sensation of wanting to throw up.
God, please don't let him throw up now.
A nurse, not the same one as last week, told him he could go to Doctor Hope's office immediately as she wasn't tending to any patients at the moment. Heart hammering in his chest, he walked through the corridor, bypassing a couple of other nurses who were discussing a patient with low voices; one of them tapping roughly on the file in her hand.
The doctor looked up when he knocked on the open door and offered him a friendly smile, waving him inside. "Stiles, I'm glad you were able to get here so soon," she said, closing a file and putting it in a drawer.
"Yeah well, this is not something I want to wait a couple of days for," he replied, wringing his hands together as he sat down. "What – what're the results?"
She placed her hand on top of a closed file. "I checked them and they're negative. You're not pregnant," she answered, offering him a sympathetic smile when he sagged down in relief.
Rubbing his hands over his face, he groaned, "Oh thank god! Fuck, I've been so worried!"
"I can understand that," she nodded.
"And the results are correct? It's not a false negative or so?" he asked nervously, lowering his hands and gnawing at his lower lip.
"No, don't worry about it. They're not a false negative. I can assure you for the full one hundred percent that you're not pregnant," she assured him.
"Thanks, that's – that's great news," he said, releasing his breath slowly. He felt like he could turn into a puddle any moment now, relief so strong he could only sit there for a moment and let it sink in that he wasn't expecting a baby. He wouldn't be tied to Theo for the rest of his life through a child. That realisation was so sweet he had to close his eyes for a moment.
Doctor Hope let him have a moment to himself, before she said, "Now that your results are in, we can discuss your suppressants."
"Right." Stiles blinked and sat up, rubbing his thighs absently. "Has the company called back the faulty medicine yet?"
She wrinkled her nose and furrowed her eyebrows. "Not yet. They're doing a call back soon, within a week normally, but as far as I'm aware of not many faulty batches have been sent back yet," she replied. "Which is why I want to ask you whether you'll continue on taking these pills or whether you want to switch over to a different type of suppressant. It's all up to you. If you prefer your pills, I can write you a new subscription and you can pick up a new bottle in two weeks."
"What's the alternative?" he questioned curiously. He'd been taking pills for several years now, so he'd grown used to taking one each day, but if he had to be honest, he wasn't certain whether he trusted them anymore after this. If the company had produced one faulty batch, who was to say they wouldn't make the same mistake again?
"Injections," she answered, smiling amused when he shuddered. "Not exactly a pleasant method, perhaps, but it's an effective one. One injection will protect you up to eleven months; in the twelfth month you'd get your heat to prevent Heat Exposure from occurring."
"So just one injection and I wouldn't have to do anything else for eleven months?" he asked slowly, mulling over the idea.
Truthfully he wasn't a fan of needles at all. The sight of one alone was enough to make him nauseous and make his head spin, never mind actually feeling the prick, small though it might be. It would only be one injection, though … He'd be protected for eleven months; he wouldn't have to worry about possibly taking faulty pills. Enduring a needle was starting to sound rather great when faced with the possible consequences of continuing his pills.
"Just one injection," she confirmed. "It's quick; you won't feel a thing."
"I doubt that," he muttered underneath his breath.
"Should you decide that you want a baby after all in the upcoming eleven months, you can come back to get another shot which will dissolve the suppressant," she explained, opening one of the drawers in her desk to rummage through it. "Just have to wait three days for the suppressant to get out of your system and then you're good to go."
"I doubt I'll be wanting a baby anytime soon," he muttered, scratching his arm absently.
"I'm obliged to give you that information," she smiled apologetically. "So, you're choosing the injection then?"
"Yeah, let's go for that," he nodded and took a deep breath, his stomach already squirming when she started opening a long box to remove the needle out of it.
Just one measly prick – he'd be fine.
He might have almost kind of passed out when the needle pricked through his skin, but he was pretty certain he hadn't lost consciousness completely. Which was like a big feat for him and he was totally feeling proud of that.
Still a bit woozy from the sight of the needle, he slowly made his way out of the hospital back to his Jeep. Once inside, he couldn't stop himself from whooping and smacking his steering wheel in a sudden bout of excitement.
Thank fuck, he wasn't pregnant! He wasn't expecting a baby, there was no bun in his oven, no mini Stiles about to run around in a year. He still didn't know what exactly had happened during his heat, but he was cautiously hopeful that maybe things hadn't gone that far between them. If it had, surely the test would have been positive, considering heats were specifically designed to make the person in question more fertile.
And with the injection he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally swallowing faulty pills again either. He could be at ease for the next eleven months and by the time his heat would arrive again, he and Derek would be together and maybe – just maybe he would be sharing his heat with the Beta then.
That thought had him squirming around in his seat for a moment and he had to force himself to sit still and take a couple of deep breaths, keeping his eyes focused on the steering wheel. There was no point in getting excited yet with still four months left to go, but at least he was getting closer to regaining his freedom.
Just four more months – even less when he counted the time he would be away at university and wouldn't be able to meet up with Theo regularly – and then this shit would be over and he could be together with Derek.
He grinned and started the car. Just four months; a piece of cake.
"I almost forgot to ask – did you get the results back?" Theo asked softly, fiddling with the cap of his water bottle.
"Don't you fucking dare, Isaac!" Lydia screamed before it turned into a screech when Isaac threw her in the water with a large grin.
Pulling his eyes away from the scene, Stiles crossed his legs on the blanket and scratched his right knee. "Yeah, I did," he muttered, hoping the splashing of the water would cover their conversation a bit. The others didn't seem interested in what he and Theo were talking about, but the last thing he needed was for one of them to overhear the wrong thing.
"What did they say?" Theo questioned, his fingers stilling around the cap.
"Negative," Stiles said and wiped some sand from his arm.
"That's good to hear," Theo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders were starting to turn a bit red; he probably hadn't used sunscreen there. "Did they figure out how it was possible?"
"Faulty batch of medicine," Stiles replied curtly, stretching his legs before quickly pulling them back underneath the large parasol when the sun stung his skin. "They're taking the bottles back."
"Shit, that's not good," the Alpha whistled lowly and ran a hand through his hair. "Are you going to take them again once the new bottles aren't faulty?"
"No, I got an injection now," Stiles shook his head. "Works for eleven months, so I'm good for now."
The other man squinted at him and remarked amused, "Didn't you tell me you're scared of needles?"
"I'm not scared, I just really dislike them!" Stiles protested and smacked the Alpha's arm, making him laugh. "I just don't trust the pills anymore, that's all. And with this injection, I don't have to worry about getting a heat for the next eleven months, so I'm willing to suffer a needle if that means I don't have to worry about accidentally going into heat."
"How brave of you," Theo teased and snickered when Stiles retaliated by throwing a fistful of sand at him.
"You're going to set foot in the water at one point today?" Erica halted in front of the blanket, her hands on her hips and one blonde eyebrow cocked. Her dark blue bathing suit clung to her body; her bright red painted toenails formed a sharp contrast with the dark colour. She'd put her hair into a high ponytail but it was still dripping with water.
Lydia appeared next to her, looking like a vengeful goddess even whilst completely soaked – a look only she could pull off, Stiles was sure.
She pointed a manicured finger at him threateningly. "Move off the blanket, I need to dry off," she hissed; her eyes sparking fire. Isaac was suspiciously absent and Stiles hoped she hadn't drowned the guy as revenge.
His dad had enough on his plate already without adding another murder to it.
When she took another threatening step towards him, he scrambled off the blanket, holding up his hands and valiantly trying to ignore how the sand was burning his feet. "I'm already off it, see!" he squeaked, eyeing her hands nervously. He thought he'd seen a flicker of her claws and he didn't fancy getting scratched by her.
She harrumphed and sat down, folding her legs underneath her while she grabbed a towel from her bag. "The next person to think it's funny to throw me into the water will be very sorry," she stated calmly, but her eyes still held a dangerous sheen even as she started patting her hair dry.
"I'm sure they will be," Erica agreed lightly before grabbing Stiles' arm and tugging him to the water. "Come on, Stilinski! No point in going to the beach if you're going to stay dry the whole time!"
"Ever considered maybe I just want to get a tan?" Stiles suggested, but he allowed her to drag him to the edge of the water, spotting Boyd a bit further away, drifting on his back. Isaac was apparently swimming further into the lake, proving that Lydia hadn't succumbed to killing him.
The look she threw him was unimpressed and yeah, he couldn't really blame him for that. "You, tanning?" she snorted, forcing him to step along in the water or fall flat on his face. "Yeah, right. You mean, impersonating a lobster."
"That hurts, Erica; you're being quite offensive there," he told her and she laughed.
"It's not offensive if it's the truth," she grinned and grabbed his other wrist as well. "Come on now, let's swim!"
The water reaching his waist now, he turned his head to check where Theo was and found him still seated on the towel next to Lydia, being staunchly ignored by her. Theo saw him looking and waved with a grin, but didn't seem inclined to get up and join them in the lake.
Ah well, whatever. If Theo wanted to stay there, that was his prerogative. Stiles had come out here to have fun, to privately celebrate that he wasn't knocked up, so that was what he was going to do.
"Hey man, Erica managed to convince you to get into the water?" Scott grinned, showing up beside him. He'd been swimming, possibly having some match with Isaac as he was still breathing rather harshly.
"It's not as much convincing as just her dragging me along," he informed his best friend and the girl in question snorted derisively.
"How about a race?" she suggested, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "To the middle of the lake and back twice. The losers have to treat the winner."
Stiles estimated how far the middle was and shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I hope you've got enough money with you, Reyes," he smirked.
She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, it's on, Batman."
"On three," Scott announced. "One, two, three!"
Belatedly Stiles realised that Erica had taken up swimming for several years. The flash of her teeth when she smirked and set off was enough to make him mourn for his wallet.
Shit, this was why he didn't make bets with her.
The next couple of weeks were filled with meeting up with friends, going on dates with Theo, and trying to decide which university he would start attending. Time was slowly running out and he knew he needed to make a decision soon. He'd never realised just how difficult it would be to make a choice, though. Every time he thought he'd finally decided on one, he started browsing through the leaflets of the others and he'd start wondering whether one of those wouldn't be a better fit.
He was slowly reaching the point where he was desperate enough to write the names of the universities on some scraps of paper, throw those in a bowl and let fate decide for him.
Nobody had ever told him just how difficult it could be to make a decision that would leave a huge impact on the rest of your life.
"You decided on a university yet?" Dad questioned, stuffing the last bite of his salad in his mouth.
"I've narrowed the list down to five!" Stiles stated triumphantly, cramming his own last piece of sandwich in his mouth. He'd delivered lunch to his dad, seeing as he hadn't been able to see the man last night or this morning.
He was also using his excuse of wanting to see his dad to enjoy the air conditioning of the precinct. The end of July was unreasonable hot for Beacon Hills and he was revelling in the cold air circulating in the office. The fans at home just didn't really do the trick.
Dad sighed and shook his head. "Well, I suppose that's an improvement to last week when you still had nine left."
"I'll chose one on time, don't worry," the Omega promised. He perked up. "Hey, do you think that maybe I could - …"
He was interrupted by knocking on the door before Parrish opened it and leant inside. "Sorry, but you're needed, Sheriff. A body's been reported by two joggers. Possible homicide."
Dad's face grew sombre and he rose up, grabbing his badge and gun. "Where was the body found?"
An uncomfortable look crossed the deputy's face and Stiles didn't miss the way he quickly glanced at him. "In the Preserve, sir."
A fifth body in the Preserve? Stiles' heart quickened and he sat up straight. Wide-eyed, he asked, "Do you think this one is also the work of that serial killer?"
Dad frowned at him. "I don't know and it's none of your business anyway. I told you to keep your nose out of this one, Stiles," he told him firmly and his son raised his hands.
"I know, I know, I'm staying out of it! Just curious, that's all."
Dad shook his head and clasped his shoulder briefly when he walked past him. "Go home, Stiles. No detours near the Preserve."
"Fine, I'll go," Stiles sighed, figuring he could nose around in the files online later on. He had no desire to see another dead body – not after the last one which still made him gag when he thought about it – but that didn't mean his interest in this case had lessened. Not by one bit.
"Straight to home," Dad warned him again when they stepped outside.
"I know, I will," Stiles sighed and waved at him before making his way to his Jeep, watching police cars drive away in the direction of the Preserve.
Another body in the Preserve – it could only be the work of the serial killer. It would be one hell of a coincidence if a second killer had shown up and decided to dump the body in the woods too. Stiles wanted to bet the body was found near that tree stump; the serial killer seemed to be quite fond of that particular place, which pissed him off, because that place had belonged to him and his mother.
To know that some sicko was dumping his victims there, in a place where Stiles had spent his happiest days …
It made him sick.
He was driving through Main Street when he suddenly became aware of just how much his clothes were sticking to his body. Frowning, he tugged at his collar before aiming the air conditioning to his face and neck. It didn't do much for him and his frown deepened; shit, was the air conditioning of his car also giving up on him? Dude, that wouldn't be cool at all, especially not in this blazing heat!
His stomach cramped together and he nearly slammed his foot on the brakes in surprise. Curling one arm around his stomach, he turned right, gritting his teeth when another cramp shot through him. Had something been off with the sandwich? He didn't think so; he always ordered from that place and their food was great every time.
It was only when he felt something wet trickling between his thighs that he realised what was going on. Horrified, he haphazardly parked his car on the side; his hands squeezing the steering wheel tightly. Pressing his teeth tightly together barely managed to contain his scream of frustration and he smacked his hand on the steering wheel, barely registering the pain shooting through his arm.
He was in heat.
Again.
How the fuck was that even possible?! How could he be in heat for the second time when he'd taken that injection? He shouldn't be having his heat for another ten months, what the fuck was going on?!
"God, not again," he hissed between clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. "Not again, not again, not again!"
This couldn't be happening to him, this shouldn't even be happening to him! His heat wasn't due for another ten months – what the hell was happening to him? Had the injection been faulty as well? But Hope had reassured him everything would be fine, that there was no way to botch up that particular suppressant.
If there wasn't, why the hell was his heat starting again then?
He yelped when his phone buzzed and he clumsily pulled it out of the pocket of his jeans, trying to ignore the way his boxers were starting to become rather damp, and opened the new text. It was from Theo, asking him whether he was still on for an afternoon of gaming.
God no. He couldn't see Theo now, didn't want to see him. He also didn't want to barricade himself in his room, which he normally would do when enduring his heat, but his whole room carried Theo's scent now because the guy was there quite often nowadays, and his skin positively crawled at the thought of spending his heat there, surrounded by the Alpha's scent.
He couldn't do that. Not after last time, not after having spent his heat already with that scent wrapped around him; a heat he still couldn't remember anything from, no matter how hard he tried.
He'd flip his shit if he had to spend his heat with that guy's scent around him.
Making a split decision, he reversed his car and drove to the only place that felt safe now; the only place where he could be sure to spend his heat without Theo's scent cloaking him, a place where he could trust the people living there to take care of him when he was at his most vulnerable.
"Stiles, I didn't know you were - " Erica cut herself off as soon as she caught a whiff of his scent and her eyes widened.
He smiled weakly at her, bracing a hand against the doorframe. His legs were the consistency of rubber at the moment and he needed to go lie down badly. "Hey, Erica, do you mind if I spend my heat at your place?"
He had made the right decision to come here.
He spent the next two days at Erica's place, sequestered away in a room furthest in the back of the house. She'd apologised profusely when she'd opened the door to the room and the old mingled scent of her and Boyd had hit them right in their faces. She spent her heats in this room, she'd explained, flitting from one side of the room to the next, pulling out fresh sheets and throwing one window open to air out the room. It was the only room where other scents wouldn't bother her, but she hadn't had the time yet to air it out after her most recent heat and whether he would terribly mind if the scent wasn't immediately gone?
Itching with the need to lie down and curl up into a ball, he'd reassured her that it was fine, that he wasn't bothered by it. It should, perhaps, because he really wasn't interested in knowing what the couple smelt like after having had sex, but he settled instead at the smell of pack, of his friends, relaxing in a way he usually never quite managed to do during his heat.
Throughout his heat she made sure that he ate and drank enough, texting his dad to let him know where he would be spending the next two days. She might have alerted other people texting him – like Theo or Scott or maybe even Lydia – but she didn't mention them and he didn't ask.
She'd been flustered and a bit out of her depth when he'd came knocking on her door in the afternoon, but by the evening she'd regained her snark, evidence in the small bag she'd dropped on the floor next to the bed.
"What's in that?" Stiles had blearily asked, still curled up in a ball on the bed.
She'd smirked and answered cheerfully, "Doing my duty as one Omega to another one – I picked up some of your things that get you through your heat."
It had taken his brain a couple of seconds to realise the implication of her words and he'd choked, staring at her horrified. "You went through that drawer?!"
She'd shrugged unbothered, turning to leave. "I wanted to get Derek, but I guess a toy is the next best thing for now, no?"
She'd been cackling when she'd left, shutting the door right in time before Stiles' shoe could have hit her. He'd cursed her out and whined, mortified that she'd gathered some of his toys, had actually gone through his drawer and collected them, all so he could spend his heat in a more comfortable way.
He hadn't known whether to punch or kiss her for that.
As it turned out, the toys were indeed the next best thing as they were quite helpful as an aid for his fantasies – although he would never admit that to her.
The knowing gleam in her eyes, though, told him he didn't need to admit anything aloud for her to know she'd been right.
Damn her. He was seriously starting to like her.
"You're feeling okay?" Erica offered him a sympathetic smile when he stumbled into the kitchen mid Sunday morning, still feeling groggy but no longer empty or aroused.
He'd taken a long cold shower to get rid of the sticky mess he'd turned himself into the last two days and to get rid of the heat stench. He'd thrown open all the windows in the room before coming down.
"Yeah, I'm feeling better," he sighed, accepting the cup of coffee and the plate with pancakes she pushed towards him.
They were the only two home at the moment and he dug into his breakfast with gusto, feeling like he hadn't eaten in days even though he had. Erica had made certain of that.
She leant her chin on her fist and stared at him. "I'm glad I could help you out, but was there a reason why you didn't spend your heat at your own place?" she inquired curiously. Her face was soft in the morning sun light, no traces of make up yet, and her hair was done up in a messy bun. The shirt she wore was clearly too big, handing off her right shoulder; probably a shirt of Boyd's.
He grimaced. "Didn't want to spend my heat in a room that smells like Theo."
"Ah," she uttered softly in understanding. Her hand darted out and squeezed his forearm gently. "Well, you're always welcome here. You don't need an excuse of a heat or wanting to escape Raeken for that. I'm glad to have you here." She sounded amused but her eyes were soft, even carrying a hint of uncertainty.
He smiled and turned his hand around, catching hers to give it a soft squeeze. "Thanks, I'm glad to be here."
She beamed, looking pleased before announcing she was going to make more pancakes with chocolate chip in this time, the warm weather be damned.
He grinned and talked and laughed, helping her with the dishes afterwards, letting her bully him into staying the afternoon as well, claiming he still looked a little bit like shit.
He felt like it too, but not for the reason she was imagining. His heat hadn't been as bad as the previous one, his body not in danger of Heat Exposure after a second time of experiencing it, but that didn't make all of this any better.
He needed answers, that was for sure.
For now, though, he was content to curl up on the couch, Erica's head resting on his shoulder, watching cartoons with her.
"Can you come over?" he asked tersely, his eyes flitting back and forth as he stood in the middle of his room.
"Er, I suppose so, yeah," Derek said hesitatingly. "Why?"
"I need your help with something. How quick can you be here?"
"I'll be there in five minutes," Derek stated, apparently catching something in the Omega's voice that alerted him things weren't right.
Breathing out slowly, Stiles lowered his phone once the beep, beep sound announced that the older man had hung up on him. Throwing the phone on the desk, he ran his hands through his hair, pressing his lips together.
He'd gone to the hospital on Monday to get his blood checked again. Doctor Hope had been absolutely stumped when he'd told her he'd had his heat for the second time, not understanding either how that had been possible with the injection. She'd put pressure on the lab to examine his results first and he'd received them this morning.
The suppressant wasn't in his system anymore. It was completely gone, as if it hadn't been injected in him in the first place.
The only reason that could have happened, Hope told him unnerved, was if he'd received the counter injection.
He thought he would have known if someone had come up to him to jab him with a needle. Obviously he hadn't used the counter injection on himself either. So how had it happened? How could someone have injected him without him knowing about it?
If he'd been asleep.
That realisation was horrifying and it made him scared. Scared to acknowledge that the house he'd felt so safe in for his whole life had turned out not to be so safe in the end after all. Someone had managed to get into his room during the night and give him that injection. For what purpose he didn't know, but night time was the only possible moment in which someone would have been able to catch him off guard enough to use a needle on him. He thought he would have felt it if someone pushed a needle into him, but then again, you couldn't feel it when a mosquito bit you either, did you?
Why remove the suppressant in him, though? Who would even do such a thing? To what end?
Instead of answers, he'd only got more questions and he was desperate – and afraid – enough to call in outside help. He'd tried to discover whether any foreign scent had been inside his room, but he couldn't pick up nothing.
He could only smell his dad, Scott, Theo and Erica; nobody else.
Maybe he just wasn't paying enough attention. Could anybody blame him? He no longer was protected by a suppressant, because someone had removed it from his system. Why would they have done that? Who had done that?
His nose didn't yield any answers – but Derek's might.
Derek's scent of smell had always been stronger than his and he hoped that it would be the case this time too. If Derek managed to pick up the scent of whoever had broken into his home and injected him, then he could track that fucking son of a bitch down, get his answers and have the fucker thrown in jail.
At the moment, though, it was all he could do to not break into a panic.
He wasn't even safe in his own home anymore.
Derek made it in three minutes and after Stiles had explained him what had happened, his face darkened, his eyes flashing gold as he bared his teeth and stalked upstairs.
Stiles watched him wander through his room, a concentrated look on his face as he sniffed the air, discerning the scents.
"And? Pick up anything odd?" he asked nervously, twisting the edge of his shirt between his fingers.
Derek scowled, turning around to face him. "No, I only pick up your scent, Scott's, your dad's, Erica's," he raised an eyebrow and Stiles flapped his hand, shrugging, not wanting to explain her presence now, "and Raeken's." His eyes darkened at the Alpha's name, clearly not happy with that.
Ice filled the pit of his stomach and Stiles wrapped his arms around himself; his blood rushing loudly in his ears. "If you can't pick up any unknown scent – who injected me then?"
Derek hesitated, before crossing the distance between them in a couple of strides. He pulled Stiles to him, wrapping him up in a hug. "I don't know, Stiles," his chest rumbled against Stiles' ear, "but I swear we're going to figure this out."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Stiles slung his arms around Derek's waist and pressed his face into the man's shoulder, feeling like he was going to break apart any second now.
If he couldn't even feel safe in his own home – where would he be safe then?
AN2: I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but final warning: things are about to grow darker in this story, so prepare yourselves.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
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