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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Author's note: Managed to finish this chapter on time, which is like a miracle to me nowadays.
Warnings: Angst mostly. A bit more explanation as to what occured during Stiles' heat and I took some liberties with the medical examination. If I need to add a specific warning, let me know!
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 9
His eyes locked onto wide, blue eyes ones and his stomach rolled, threatening to revolt. Swallowing back the bile – he was not going to puke, not now, not here – he slowly sat up, holding the sheets up until his shoulders.
Blood rushing loudly in his ears, he cracked open dry lips and croaked, "What the hell happened?"
It was a stupid question, a fucking idiotic one given the musty smell and his nudity, but a part of him grasped on to the sliver of hope that all this was just one big misunderstanding, that what he feared had happened, hadn't actually happened and that he hadn't … that they hadn't …
Theo shook his head slowly, appearing dazed as if he'd been whacked across the head and was only now waking up. He was sitting on Stiles' desk chair, though, fully clothed, so he couldn't have just woken up.
"I – I don't know actually," Theo said haltingly, frowning heavily.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Stiles demanded incredulously. How the hell could the Alpha not know what the fuck had happened?
"I can't remember much from the past," Theo checked his phone, "two days."
"It's Friday?" Stiles realised numbly. Friday. He'd been feeling off on Wednesday, but he couldn't remember much of the day itself, so he had lost two days. Two almost entire days in which he couldn't remember shit.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Y-yeah, it is," Theo confirmed, his face troubled. He raked a hand through his hair before groaning. "I'm sorry, my memory's fucked up."
"What do you remember?" Theo had to remember at least something, because Stiles was drawing a completely blank, his head fuzzy, and his lack of clothes and the very distinctive smell was sending him straight into a spiral of suffocating panic. He was going to freak the fuck out if he didn't get some kind of answer soon.
"I – you were feeling very warm," Theo started, flicking his eyes up to the ceiling; his face still set in a heavy frown. "But you were also smelling really good, for some reason, which is odd because I thought you were getting sick with the flu or so."
Dread settled into Omega's stomach as he realised with a growing sense of horror just what had occurred these past couple of days.
"I got you into your room and you were muttering something, but I couldn't hear it," Theo continued slowly, clasping his hands together. "So I bent down and asked you to repeat it and the only thing I could keep thinking of, that I remember clearly, is your scent. Like it was filling up the entire room, even more than usual, and it just … I don't know. Everything became a blur after that."
He breathed out slowly and when he lowered his gaze to Stiles again, he looked like he was going to be sick. "I can't remember anything after that. I woke up around half an hour ago, only to find out we're both naked somehow and the room smells like, you know," he waved his hands awkwardly, looking pale in the sunlight creeping through the curtains, "and I got my clothes back on. I've been trying to figure out what the hell happened since I woke up."
"Did you – did you feel like you were on fire?" Stiles questioned, not wanting to hear the confirmation, but knowing the answer will be positive all the same.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Theo nodded, a tad perplexed. "Yeah, actually. Like there was a fire running right underneath my skin. I thought I was going to explode with it."
Stiles closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, reminding himself over and over again that now was not the fucking time to lose his mind, to get lost in the panic threatening to overtake him. It was getting harder to breathe and he forced himself to inhale deeply and exhale slowly, keeping his rhythm as steady as possible, not wanting to give in to the blinding terror squeezing his lungs together.
"Stiles?" Theo sounded nervous, but not closer, which was good, because Stiles wasn't sure how he would react if the Alpha were to touch him right now. "Do you – do you have an idea what happened?"
"Heat Exposure," Stiles muttered miserably and on the other side of the room Theo inhaled sharply, evidently understanding what it meant.
Heat Exposure was, crudely formulated, an intense form of an Omega's regular heat. It occurred when the Omega in question hadn't had their heat in a long time and as a result, the pheromones built up until they basically 'exploded'. The Omega would get thrown in a heat worse than they had ever experienced before, but anyone around them at the moment the heat broke through would get affected as well. The others – be they Beta or Alpha – would experience a similar intense heat, their bodies forced to react to the presence of an Omega in the throes of their heat.
Was that what had happened to them? Had Stiles been thrown into Heat Exposure, dragging Theo into it as he'd been around him when his heat broke? It appeared to be the case, but …
Stiles took his suppressants every day. He knew that the longer he took them, the higher the risk of Heat Exposure occurring was, but that was why he'd always calculated how many months he could take his medicine before he had to take a break and not take them for two weeks. He had had still one month left before he should have stopped his suppressants and allow his heat to break through.
There was no way he could have miscalculated something so important, so how the hell had he been thrown into Heat Exposure when he'd been taking his suppressants still?
"That, that explains why I barely can remember anything," Theo said feebly, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I'm sorry, I thought I still had a month left," Stiles muttered, but his mind was still stuck on the issue with the suppressants. Not to mention – with Theo not remembering much either, just how far had things gone between them?
Obviously he was naked and Theo had been in a similar state before getting dressed and the room did smell like – like sex, but … They couldn't have gone all the way, right?
Ice replaced his blood as he contemplated that horrifying possibility. There was no way he could have had sex with Theo. He was still a virgin, for fuck's sake! He'd been hoping to have his first time with Derek, the one he actually wanted to be with - there was no way things between him and Theo could have gone that far, right?
He shifted around and didn't detect any lingering soreness, but … Bile burned his throat before he swallowed it back down and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Stiles? Are you …" Theo trailed off, obviously realising finishing that particular question would be stupid given what had just happened – or might have happened, Stiles didn't know.
He didn't know and he needed to know for sure, because what if … He'd had his heat, Theo had spent the last two days here, and during a heat an Omega was …
He didn't even dare to finish that thought. He needed to know, however. He was a big fan of ignoring things until they went away on their own, but this was something he couldn't, should definitely not, ignore.
"I'm fine," he said, aware that his smile was brittle and not at all reassuring. "I'm sorry, Theo, but can you leave? I need to clean up, air out the room, you know, before my dad comes home and starts asking questions."
All at once he felt jittery and the need to move around, do something, grew, but he didn't want to get up for as long as Theo was still here. He wanted to be alone before he would break down. It was still a tad difficult to breathe, but for now he was able to keep his panic at bay. He didn't know for how long he could hold it back, though.
"Er, if you're sure," Theo said uncertainly, rising up slowly. Rubbing his hands over his thighs, he licked his lips. "You're going to be okay?" he asked worriedly, keeping his eyes averted in embarrassment.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, I promise," Stiles said hastily, clenching his fingers into the sheets. "Just need to take a shower, you know? And clean up my room."
"All right, I'll text you," Theo said and for a moment he hovered, appearing unwilling to leave. Then he nodded and walked out of the bedroom.
Remaining in the same place, Stiles tracked Theo's departure, listening to him descending the stairs. The front door opened and closed again after a short moment. Another minute later and the engine of Theo's car rumbled to life before he drove off.
Stiles was alone again, nothing but the quietness of the house and some early chirping birds to keep him company.
He dashed out of bed and reached the bathroom just in time to throw up in the toilet.
'n heat. Wll cal when it over'
'Okay! Take care! 😊'
He read the two text messages over and over again, his leg moving up and down jittery. Scott's answer was dated 11.07 a.m. on the twenty-ninth of June. Somehow Stiles had managed to text his best friend about his heat, even though he couldn't remember having done so. The proof was staring right back at him, though, and it did explain why Scott hadn't been banging on the door this morning, demanding to know why the Omega hadn't given any sign of life the past two days.
"Mister Stilinski?"
His head shot up and he stared at the friendly, red haired nurse standing a few feet away from him. She smiled reassuringly and beckoned him to follow. "The doctor is ready to see you now; I can lead you to her."
"Yeah, er, thanks," he muttered, stuffing his phone in his pocket and following her hastily.
They passed several nurses and doctors, patients lingering in the corridors with their family members. The floor was buzzing with people chattering, papers flipping and nurses calling out patients' names, but Stiles was numb to it all. Every sound was muted, like he was underwater, and he kept his gaze fixated on the back of the nurse, her white uniform acting as some kind of beacon.
He wasn't at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. He'd debated going there at first, because it was closer and familiar – and the latter was the problem. Memorial Hospital had Mama McCall and she currently had a shift – meaning Stiles would have run into her if he had gone there. There was the whole secrecy oath, of course, but he doubted she would be able to keep it to herself if she found out what had happened. At the very least she would have urged him to talk to his dad about it and that was the last thing he wanted.
Dad was already upset at the Run in general, irate at the serial killer roving around Beacon Hills – he couldn't possibly heap even more stress on the sheriff's shoulders.
No, he was going to deal with this on his own. He was eighteen; he didn't need his dad to hold his hand.
Even if right now, he could really use somebody to support him as the nurse knocked on a door and a female voiced called for him to enter.
The nurse gave him a last reassuring smile as she cracked the door open before leaving to attend to another patient. Taking a deep breath, he slipped into the room, his eyes instantly falling on the woman behind the desk.
She looked to be somewhere in her forties, the first hint of grey glistening in her dark brown hair. She wore it in a loose bun with some strands escaping and framing her heart shaped face. She smelt like Beta and was currently bent over some paper, her pen scratching words onto it.
He couldn't help but tense up when she looked up, a faint smile gracing her light rose lips.
"Good morning, my name is Angelina Hope and I'll be your doctor today," she introduced herself, rising up from her chair and offering her hand.
He hesitated, the urge to flee flaring up before he squashed it down. He approached the desk, shaking her hand with what he hoped was a passable friendly smile.
"Hello, I'm Stiles Stilinski," he introduced himself in return.
His peculiar name combination only got a quick quirked eyebrow before she inclined her head and gestured at the chair in front of her desk. "Please take a seat. Can you tell me the reason why you want a consult today? You're not from around here, are you?" she questioned absently, flipping quickly through the papers he'd had to fill in when he'd arrived at the hospital. "Can I call you Stiles?"
"Er, no, I'm not. I'm from Beacon Hills and yeah, that's fine," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.
Her gaze sharpened at that and she closed his file. "All right, no problem," she said soothingly. "We get people from a lot of different places. Can you tell me why you've come here today?"
His stomach flipping uncomfortably, he linked his fingers together and cleared his throat. Focusing his gaze on a pile of files in front of him, he started haltingly, "It's, er, I had my heat for two days and the thing is – I can't remember anything of what happened. And normally I shouldn't have had my heat yet, so …"
"Are you taking suppressants?" Doctor Hope questioned, her eyes assessing him carefully.
"Yes, every month."
"Do you take them consecutively?"
"Yeah, because it's too much of a hassle otherwise," he admitted, clamping his hands around his knees. "But I did the math years ago and I stop taking them for a while around the middle of August so that I get my heat then instead of somewhere during the school year."
She hummed thoughtfully. "And you didn't stop taking them this month?" she asked for confirmation, jotting something down.
He shook his head. "No, I always stop taking them in August. That's why I'm worried, because I'm still taking the suppressants, yet I got my heat on Wednesday."
"That's indeed strange," she muttered. "Do you perhaps have a bottle of them with you, so that I can take a look?"
"Oh yeah, here." He had to lift up his hips a bit in order to retrieve the small bottle, but soon the dark brown bottle was in the doctor's hands, who inspected the label carefully.
She opened it and shook some of the small round pills out of it, letting them fall in the palm of her left hand. "I know the issue," she said abruptly, pouring the pills back in the bottle.
"You know?" Stiles said startled. "What's wrong with them?"
Placing the bottle aside, she folded her hands on the desk and leant forwards a bit; a slight frown creasing her forehead. "The manufacturer distributing this particular type of suppressants had a problem a while ago and the pills they ended up delivering are faulty."
"Faulty, how?" he asked warily; the sick feeling in his stomach intensifying. Just how screwed was he?
"As you've unfortunately experienced, they don't suppress the heat at all," she said solemnly, tapping the white lid. "Instead it's like you don't take the pills at all. We've already had several patients here with the same issue and we've urged the company to do a call back, but so far they haven't done that yet."
"So basically, it's like I never took any suppressants at all this month?" he asked, mouth dry and his ears ringing.
If his medicine had been doing shit all month, then during his heat if he and Theo had …
Oh god.
"Basically, yes," she said with a grimace. "You mentioned that you can't remember anything during your heat? Right before it started, was there anyone with you?"
He gave a jerky nod, pressing his hand against his mouth. "Y-yeah, an Alpha."
"Your partner?" she inquired carefully.
He shook his head, pressing his eyes shut. "No, not – I mean, he's courting me because of the Run, but we're not … We aren't …"
"Okay, I understand," she said, her voice sinking into a soothing tone. "Does he remember what happened? Or did he leave?"
Wiping underneath his nose roughly, he took a shuddering breath, feeling way too warm in the small office. "He didn't leave. He – he can't remember much either. He told me it was like he had a fire underneath his skin, but that's basically all that he can remember."
"Heat Exposure," she murmured in realisation and sighed softly, running a hand over her hair. "I'm sorry for asking you this, but do you think something happened?"
He shrugged helplessly, rubbing his thighs anxiously. "I don't know. I – I don't feel any soreness, but …"
"You want me to check, see if I can find something?" she suggested gently.
"Yes, please," he whispered, hot tears pricking the back of his eyes. How the hell had his life screwed up so quickly that he was now in a hospital to find out whether he'd had sex or not?
"Okay, no problem," she said softly. "You can change behind that curtain there. You can keep your shirt on, but you need to remove your underwear and your jeans. I'll examine you first and I'll also draw some blood to do some tests. Depending on the results of those, we'll go over your options, okay?"
"My options?" He didn't like the sound of that.
She pursed her lips slightly. "Heat Exposure has your fertility heightened even more than a regular heat does," she said gently. "If something happened between you and this Alpha, it is possible that you are pregnant. Your bloodwork will show the results, although it will take a week unfortunately. Depending on those results, we'll discuss your options: another type of suppressants if you want or if you turn out to be pregnant, I'll explain what you can do then."
"Oh right," he said weakly, the ringing in his ears growing worse.
"When you're ready, you can change and then lie down on the examination table with your feet in the stirrups," she said, keeping her voice low and soothing while she opened her drawer and grabbed a pair of mint green gloves from a box.
Despite her overall gentle demeanour, Stiles couldn't say he was feeling any better. Still, he didn't want to drag this out any longer than necessary and so he scurried behind the curtain, kicking off his shoes and pulling down his jeans and his boxers. Feeling way too vulnerable in his half naked state, he awkwardly climbed onto the examination table, flinching at the way the paper crinkled.
He reluctantly rested his feet in the metal stirrups and laid down, staring at the broken white ceiling and trying to ignore the growing sense of panic stirring around in his gut.
"Okay, Stiles, have you had an internal examination before?" she asked, slipping on the last glove.
He shook his head and swallowed. "No, er, I went once, but they only used some kind of white thing on my stomach?" He flushed and kept his eyes fixated on the ceiling.
From his peripheral view, he saw her nod in comprehension. "You mean the transducer. Okay, then I'm going to explain first what I'll be doing," she said and grabbed a bottle from a drawer. "To check whether any form of penetration has taken place, I'm going to have to feel around with two fingers to inspect you. I'll be using this gel and I'm going to warm it up a bit between my fingers, but it might still be a bit cold," she explained apologetically.
Flicking the tab open she squeezed a small amount of the gel on her index and middle finger. "I know you're going to think this is stupid, but I need you to relax as much as possible, okay? That might not be easy, but it will help. If at any time you feel any discomfort or pain, let me know and I'll stop."
He nodded, not trusting himself to actually open his mouth and answer. His eyes were still stinging uncomfortably and he squeezed them shut for a moment, taking deep breaths through his open mouth.
"All right, I'm going to start."
The first touch of something wet and cool had him flinching and locking up his muscles.
"You're okay, I'll be very careful. Just try to relax as much as possible," Doctor Hope soothed and waited until he'd forced himself to relax more before she continued pressing her finger inside.
The sensation of having something entering down there, slippery and cold and alien like, was incredibly unnerving and he had a hard time keeping himself relaxed. Every cell in his body was pushing for him to close his legs and flee, put a stop to this invasive examination, but he stayed put, although the sick feeling was growing bigger now and he gnawed on his inner cheek.
"Try to think about something else," she advised him, her movements slow and methodical. "Maybe a vacation you went to, a place you like to visit or a movie you want to see."
He didn't think of those things. Instead, when he closed his eyes, his mind instantly jumped onto an image of shining multicoloured eyes and white teeth flashing in a rare bright grin. He held onto that, hearing the laughter as clear as day in his memory, could remember feeling proud that he'd managed to make the other one laugh like that.
"All right, it's over, I'm done!" Doctor Hope announced, stepping back and removing her gloves before dumping them in a small trash can. "You can change back and sit back on your chair."
Her face was completely unreadable, giving nothing away of what she had discovered, and on shaky legs he disappeared behind the curtain to put his clothes back on.
"So, er, could you …" he started to ask when he sat back down, but couldn't finish his question.
"There has been a form of penetration," she said carefully, her fingers linked together. "But it's hard to say whether that happened with fingers or something else."
"Oh." He wrangled his hands together, staring at the tiled floor. He didn't know how to feel about that. Now he still didn't have an actual answer, still didn't know what the hell had happened to him when he'd been out for two days.
"I'm going to draw some blood now," she went on. "And those results should give a more conclusive answer."
"All right," he mumbled and held out his arm while she set about gathering the equipment.
He'd always been rather squeamish around blood – which was ironic, considering he liked to look through his dad's police files – but now he didn't even flinch when the needle sank into his skin right into a vein. He stared blankly at the wall ahead of him, the ringing in his ears having made way for the sound of his blood rushing.
After placing a band aid over the spot where she'd drawn blood, Doctor Hope stepped back, placing the three small vials of blood in a metal tray on her desk. "I'm going to send these to the lab immediately and within a week the results should be ready. I'll call you once I have them and we'll discuss your options then."
"Sounds good," he managed to bring out and she patted his shoulder briefly.
"Take care of yourself, okay?" she said softly and he nodded, stumbling out of the room.
The entire way to his car was nothing but a blur and when he slipped behind the wheel of the Jeep, he sat there for a long time, not moving a muscle.
Wondering just why this was happening to him.
It was unreal, behaving normally when his dad returned the next day. He'd aired out the room, had sprayed neutralisers in it to get rid of that awful stench completely, and had washed his sheets and clothes.
He went through the familiar motions of greeting his dad and badgering him for information about the convention, preparing lunch for the both of them. Dad had talked to several other sheriffs of counties surrounding Beacon Hills, but none of them had had to deal with murders like the one taking place in their town now.
The older man was clearly frustrated with that fact, his lips thin as he talked about some of the other topics which had come up during panels before announcing he'd pop by the station for a few hours. Stiles hadn't expected anything else, so he didn't protest when dad stood up and ruffled his hair before leaving again.
It was easier to be alone now, easier not to have to pretend that everything was normal, that he wasn't afraid he could potentially be pregnant now.
He'd texted Theo this morning to give him a brief explanation of what had happened at the hospital. He hadn't mentioned the possibility of being pregnant, had just said they were doing to examine his blood, and the Alpha had been wise enough not to mention it either. He'd asked Stiles to let him know what the results were when they came in and had left the ball in Stiles' park when it came to meeting up again in the upcoming week.
No offence to the Alpha, but Stiles was definitely not in the mood to be around him, even if Theo wasn't exactly at fault here.
He needed time alone, away from the Alpha, and try to decide what the hell he was going to do.
If the results turned out negative, then everything would be fine. He'd just ask for another suppressant, something that couldn't be tampered with during distribution. If on the other hand the results were positive …
What was he going to do then? If he – if he was pregnant, what the hell was he going to do? He didn't want to be bound to Theo for life through a child. He'd been planning on waiting out the required six months and then he'd tell the Alpha he wasn't interested and they would part ways. How were they supposed to part ways if a child was involved?
Unless … He rubbed over his mouth, the letters on the page of his novel swimming in front of him. Would he be able to go through with it? Would he be able to abort the baby if he turned out to be carrying one?
He'd never thought about what to do if he unexpectedly ended up pregnant. Why would he have when he'd been taking suppressants for years and had always been careful with them? He took them diligently every morning at the same time just to make sure he was fully protected, so he never had to worry about a surprise pregnancy if he ended up having sex with someone.
Except now the possibility was there and he was scared shitless at the idea of it. He was only eighteen years old; he should be worrying about his upcoming classes once he enrolled into university, should be worrying about his homework and whether or not he would be able to handle the workload. He shouldn't have to deal with a possible pregnancy and the lasting consequences of that!
How was he supposed to decide what would be best for him? He couldn't even decide what he would be eating for breakfast that day, let alone make a decision as life changing and important as this one!
The week following passed by painfully slow. He upheld a mask of normalcy, met up to play games with Scott and was dragged into another shopping spree with Lydia. At certain moments during their shopping, it had looked like she'd wanted to say something, her eyes sharp and calculating, but she never did, instead keeping to the local gossip and her speculations that Jordan might be planning a proposal.
If Jordan was hoping for that moment to be a surprise, he would be quite mistaken. There was no fooling Lydia Martin after all.
Dad was mostly at his office, looking through the case files in an attempt to see whether he'd somehow missed a clue. So far there hadn't been another victim, but that didn't mean the police were relaxing. They wanted to catch the killer as soon as possible and Stiles found himself delivering dinner to his dad for a couple of evenings when the man had lost track of time and hadn't realised his shift was over.
Stiles took advantage of those times to snoop through other files and pester the sheriff into giving more details about his current one. Anything to fill his mind with, so that he didn't have to think about the being that might or might not be currently growing in his stomach.
"Maybe we could go to the lake again?" Erica suggested, popping a fry in her mouth.
"Oh, that would be nice!" Scott said enthusiastically; his arm resting on the back of Kira's chair. "I heard it's supposed to get even warmer tomorrow."
"The hottest day of the week," Theo agreed; the paper of his burger crinkling when he unwrapped it.
"It'd be nice to take a dip into the lake," Kira smiled, nearly whacking her milkshake to the ground when she reached out to grab a napkin. "Oh, oops!"
"What do you think, Stiles?" Lydia questioned; her shiny pink lips wrapped around the red and white striped straw.
"Sure, why not?" He shrugged and startled when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. When he checked the number flashing across the screen, his heart skipped a beat and he hastily stood up, drawing everyone's eyes to him. "Sorry, I'm going outside for a bit; I have to take this," he explained and hurried away before either of his friends could question who was calling him.
"Yes, hello?" he said, picking up as soon as he'd barged out of the diner.
"Stiles? You're speaking with Angelina Hope, your doctor," a female voice greeted him and he came to an abrupt stop in front of his Jeep.
"Oh, er, hello. Do you – do you have the results?" he asked, starting to feel somewhat light-heated all of a sudden and he pulled at the collar of his red shirt, wondering whether he should sit down in his car.
His stomach flipped upside down when she replied, "Yes, I received them just now. Can you stop by my office today? I need to discuss them with you."
Oh god.
AN2: So yes, if I need to add a particular warning, please let me know.
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 and wish you all a happy holidays!
Cuddles
Melissa
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