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robinonadderall) wrote2014-01-05 09:08 pm
robinonadderall) wrote2014-01-05 09:08 pm
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Stilinski House | Sunday Night
Stiles was going to regret not taking a portal back to Fandom today when he had to wake up early on Monday to catch one before his first class started, but he was never one to take future!Stiles into consideration. What he wanted was to stay as far away from Derek as possible for as long as he could. So Beacon Hills it was.
He had at least had enough sense to shoo off the comfort brigade at a decent hour so he could get some sleep. He appreciated what they were trying to do but he was exhausted. Angst would do that to you. So he crawled into bed early and surprisingly managed to fall asleep fairly quickly.
It was the scratching noise that eventually woke him up. If it had been momentary Stiles could have ignored it. Their house wasn't exactly new and the trees outside his window had a tendency to scratch against the place. But the noise was persistent, like someone running their nails across wood. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep again until he pinpointed the noise so he threw his legs over the side of the bed and got up. A quick glance at the clock showed that his dad should have been home from the late shift and in bed by now so Stiles took care to be quiet as he entered the hallway. No need to wake him if he didn't have to.
As he stepped out into the hallway Stiles kept an ear out for the noise so he could gauge which direction it was coming from. He frowned when he realized it was getting louder and seemed to be coming from the direction of the front door. He gave a nervous glance towards his father's room but steeled himself after a moment. He could just look through the peep hole to see what it was, no big deal. It's not like he was gonna throw open the door, he wasn't an idiot. He shuffled down the stairs, trying to feel more irritated than scared by the increasingly creepy noise.
A quick peek in the peep hole had Stiles both groaning in frustration and his shoulders relaxing a little. He flipped open the look on the door and put on his best bitchface so he could look properly irritated when he threw open the door. "We do have a doorbell, you know. Not that you should be using it this late at night because you shouldn't be here this late at night. Or at all, really. What are you even doing here?"
Derek didn't answer, instead preferring to stare at Stiles intensely. It was a different kind of intense than Stiles was used to. This felt...off.
"Did you come to apologize?" Stiles asked, ignoring the creepy feeling crawling up on him. He remembered why he had come down here in the first place and glanced down at Derek's hands to confirm that, yeah, there were claws there. Which wasn't cool; that was defacing property and his dad was the sheriff for god's sake. Stiles turned toward the door to see what the damage was. "Seriously, dude, this is not appropriate behavior--"
His heart about stopped completely when he saw Derek's 'art work'. It wasn't the first time Stiles had seen that picture of a tree. He had seen Lydia's notebook filled with picture after picture of the nemeton. But to see it carved into his front door, and by Derek of all people... "How did you---Derek?"
Derek had stopped looking at Stiles in an intense, creepy manner and was now talking to him in an intense, creepy manner. At least Stiles thought he was talking. His mouth was moving like he was but Stiles couldn't hear any words. He needed to add lip reading to sign language on the list of things he needed to learn for the sake of his sanity. For now though he was backing away slowly because he was becoming more and more sure that this was not actually happening.
It felt so real though.
"You're not real." Maybe if he said it out loud this would actually go away. Stiles turned to go back up the stairs, not even bothering to shut the door because this wasn't real. Not real, nope.
He was halfway up the stairs when the sound of splintering wood cracked through the air and a tree root was coming up through the stair Stiles was standing on to wrap around his ankle. Stiles fell screaming, not even having time to attempt to kick himself free when felt his other ankle get trapped. Stiles grabbed a hold of the banister, trying to pull himself up or give himself leverage to kick free, anything to not be dragged away to wherever it was the nemeton wanted him to go.
A hard tug had Stiles letting go of the banister or risk getting his arms torn out of his sockets. "Derek, help me! Please!"
He clawed at the steps, feeling his nails break and bleed, making the stairs slippery and painful to hold. "Don't let it take me away, Derek--help me!"
He slipped down a couple of stairs, cracking his cheekbone painfully against the corner of one of the steps. The blow to the head made Stiles disoriented and that was all it took for the nemeton to get what it wanted, pulling Stiles kicking and screaming into darkness...
Stiles bolted up in his bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He assessed his surroundings frantically, needing to confirm that he was in bed and nothing he had just seen had actually happened. The scary thing was even after a minute or two he still couldn't be sure.
His heart rate eventually slowed and he felt okay enough to pull himself out of bed to strip off the sheets and change into new sleeping pants and a t-shirt. A glance at the clock showed that he had only been asleep for an hour and that his dad wasn't even home yet. Probably for the best, seeing as Stiles was feeling vulnerable enough right now that he wouldn't have felt any shame about asking his dad if they could share his bed tonight.
Instead he crawled on top of his sheet-less mattress and pulled a blanket over himself. He looked over at his phone lying on the desk and idly played with the idea of calling someone since he knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight. Too bad the one person he wanted to call wanted nothing to do with him.
[idk, celebratory "Yay Teen Wolf is back--oh no canon catch up planning again" post. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
He had at least had enough sense to shoo off the comfort brigade at a decent hour so he could get some sleep. He appreciated what they were trying to do but he was exhausted. Angst would do that to you. So he crawled into bed early and surprisingly managed to fall asleep fairly quickly.
It was the scratching noise that eventually woke him up. If it had been momentary Stiles could have ignored it. Their house wasn't exactly new and the trees outside his window had a tendency to scratch against the place. But the noise was persistent, like someone running their nails across wood. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep again until he pinpointed the noise so he threw his legs over the side of the bed and got up. A quick glance at the clock showed that his dad should have been home from the late shift and in bed by now so Stiles took care to be quiet as he entered the hallway. No need to wake him if he didn't have to.
As he stepped out into the hallway Stiles kept an ear out for the noise so he could gauge which direction it was coming from. He frowned when he realized it was getting louder and seemed to be coming from the direction of the front door. He gave a nervous glance towards his father's room but steeled himself after a moment. He could just look through the peep hole to see what it was, no big deal. It's not like he was gonna throw open the door, he wasn't an idiot. He shuffled down the stairs, trying to feel more irritated than scared by the increasingly creepy noise.
A quick peek in the peep hole had Stiles both groaning in frustration and his shoulders relaxing a little. He flipped open the look on the door and put on his best bitchface so he could look properly irritated when he threw open the door. "We do have a doorbell, you know. Not that you should be using it this late at night because you shouldn't be here this late at night. Or at all, really. What are you even doing here?"
Derek didn't answer, instead preferring to stare at Stiles intensely. It was a different kind of intense than Stiles was used to. This felt...off.
"Did you come to apologize?" Stiles asked, ignoring the creepy feeling crawling up on him. He remembered why he had come down here in the first place and glanced down at Derek's hands to confirm that, yeah, there were claws there. Which wasn't cool; that was defacing property and his dad was the sheriff for god's sake. Stiles turned toward the door to see what the damage was. "Seriously, dude, this is not appropriate behavior--"
His heart about stopped completely when he saw Derek's 'art work'. It wasn't the first time Stiles had seen that picture of a tree. He had seen Lydia's notebook filled with picture after picture of the nemeton. But to see it carved into his front door, and by Derek of all people... "How did you---Derek?"
Derek had stopped looking at Stiles in an intense, creepy manner and was now talking to him in an intense, creepy manner. At least Stiles thought he was talking. His mouth was moving like he was but Stiles couldn't hear any words. He needed to add lip reading to sign language on the list of things he needed to learn for the sake of his sanity. For now though he was backing away slowly because he was becoming more and more sure that this was not actually happening.
It felt so real though.
"You're not real." Maybe if he said it out loud this would actually go away. Stiles turned to go back up the stairs, not even bothering to shut the door because this wasn't real. Not real, nope.
He was halfway up the stairs when the sound of splintering wood cracked through the air and a tree root was coming up through the stair Stiles was standing on to wrap around his ankle. Stiles fell screaming, not even having time to attempt to kick himself free when felt his other ankle get trapped. Stiles grabbed a hold of the banister, trying to pull himself up or give himself leverage to kick free, anything to not be dragged away to wherever it was the nemeton wanted him to go.
A hard tug had Stiles letting go of the banister or risk getting his arms torn out of his sockets. "Derek, help me! Please!"
He clawed at the steps, feeling his nails break and bleed, making the stairs slippery and painful to hold. "Don't let it take me away, Derek--help me!"
He slipped down a couple of stairs, cracking his cheekbone painfully against the corner of one of the steps. The blow to the head made Stiles disoriented and that was all it took for the nemeton to get what it wanted, pulling Stiles kicking and screaming into darkness...
Stiles bolted up in his bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He assessed his surroundings frantically, needing to confirm that he was in bed and nothing he had just seen had actually happened. The scary thing was even after a minute or two he still couldn't be sure.
His heart rate eventually slowed and he felt okay enough to pull himself out of bed to strip off the sheets and change into new sleeping pants and a t-shirt. A glance at the clock showed that he had only been asleep for an hour and that his dad wasn't even home yet. Probably for the best, seeing as Stiles was feeling vulnerable enough right now that he wouldn't have felt any shame about asking his dad if they could share his bed tonight.
Instead he crawled on top of his sheet-less mattress and pulled a blanket over himself. He looked over at his phone lying on the desk and idly played with the idea of calling someone since he knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight. Too bad the one person he wanted to call wanted nothing to do with him.
[idk, celebratory "Yay Teen Wolf is back--oh no canon catch up planning again" post. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]