Stiles woke up in the middle of the night with sweat pouring down his face and his heart racing. He feels tingly all over, like there's something underneath his skin trying to break free. I need fresh air, he thinks.
He gets out of bed, careful not to wake Derek. He checks down the hall to make sure no one's around before sneaking outside. He breathes in the fresh air and feels a little calmer, but his skin still feels incredibly uncomfortable. He closes his eyes as if to will away the feeling.
When he opens them back up, he sees the full moon. Shit.
He panics. Suddenly, all the streetlights within his eyesight burst. It could be a coincidence, but Stiles knows better than that, so he runs for the woods. It can't be me, he thinks as he runs as fast as he can, but what if it is?
He eventually stops without any clue of where he is. He's bent over trying to catch his breath. The tingling is still present, only now he feels like his skin is electrical, like if someone were to touch him they'd get shocked. He decides to test his theory by staring at one of the trees in front of him. He tries to light it on fire.
"Stiles," a voice behind him called. "What the fuck are you doing in the woods, alone?"
Stiles jumps and yelps.
Silence stretches for what feels like eternity before Stiles turns to look at Derek.
"Well, Derek," he started, voice slightly shaken. "It seems I have magic now."
Derek asked, still staring at the blown up tree, "You what?"
"Magic. You know, like witches?"
Still confused, he turned to Stiles and stated, "But you're not a witch."
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Stiles said, mockingly.
Derek scowled. "How can you have magic if you're not a witch?"
Stiles straightened himself before responding. "Well, I have a theory about that." He paused.
Derek raised his eyebrows to urge Stiles to continue.
"So you know how Peter bit Lydia and it brought out the banshee? Well, what if when you bit me, it brought out the magic."
Derek nodded. "Makes sense, I guess." After a moment, he continued, "What doesn't make sense, is why you're out here in the first place."
"It's a full moon," he said, as if it answers all the questions he could possibly ask.
Derek ponders for a bit before he asks, "And you think, like werewolves, you won't be able to control your magic on one?"
"Exactly, but it's only a theory. I mean, it could be because I'm new to it and it just so happens to be a full moon or it could be because of it. I couldn't stay in the hospital either way. As you can see with the-" he waves his hands in the direction of the explosion, "I didn't want to accidentally destroy the building or hurt people."
Derek nods in understanding. He sits down in the dirt.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asks, eyes narrowed.
"Well, I can't leave you out here alone, and you are a danger to everyone in the hospital." He leans against a tree and folds his arms across his chest. "So I'm going to sit here while you do whatever it is you're doing."
"Uh, okay." Stiles responds.
After three exploded trees and accidentally lighting Derek's shirt on fire, Derek decided to step in.
"How would you help, Derek? You don't even have magic!" Stiles was yelling out of frustration.
Derek grabbed his face and forced him to look him in the eyes. "Stiles, I might not know a damn thing about magic, but I know about controlling that part of you." He paused and took a deep breath. "Werewolves have to control their shifts by finding an anchor. I'm willing to bet it's the same for you."
Stiles slowly nodded. "Okay."
He took a deep breath and concentrated on another tree. He felt the magic burning underneath his skin, but he managed to tamper it down with his dad's voice in his head, guiding him. He was able to use bits of magic instead of using it all at once. Finally, finally, the tree began to smoke and a small fire started at the base.
Derek's voice broke through his concentration, "Now put it out, Stiles."
With his dad still in the back of his mind, anchoring him, he was able to remove the fire.
His knees gave in and he fell to the ground, panting. Even though the thrumming is still there, it's less aggressive now. It feels almost like the magic is content and is no longer trying to escape his body. Stiles closed his eyes and started to fall into the ground so he can sleep.
Derek catches him and picks him up bridal style.
"'m s'tired," he slurred.
"Where're you takin' me?" He asks.
"Back to the hospital so you can sleep."
"Don' wanna. Hurt people."
"You'll be fine. You can control it now." Derek reaches the hospital and pauses outside the doors. "I won't leave you, Stiles. I'm not going to let you do this alone."
Stiles nods, giving him a lopsided smile. "Thank you," he whispers. He pushes his face in Derek's neck and places a kiss there; he proceeds to pass out in his arms.
Stiles wakes up with a groan. His head is pounding and his body aches all over. He sits up gingerly and calls a nurse up.
He's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when the nurse walks in.
"Did you need something- Oh." She makes a surprised noise.
Stiles blinks at her before following her gaze to the spot next to him. Oh. Derek is there. A very shirtless Derek.
Stiles' cheeks redden as he says, "Uh, water, please?"
"Of course, Stiles. I'll be right back." She smiles at him before turning around and walking out of the room.
Stiles turns his attention back to a sleeping Derek. He smiles. It's nice to see him so peaceful, all his hard lines smoothed out. He deserves it, he thinks, after all he's been through.
Stiles feels like a burden to Derek by constantly needing him like a crutch. He may fight his help but in reality, he's extremely grateful to have him there.
The nurse returns, water in hand.
"I brought you some water and some pain killers. You look like you need them," she explains. He accepts the items and takes the pills, chasing them with water.
"Thanks," he says.
She smiles at him. She looks at Derek and back at Stiles and says, "You know, he hasn't left the hospital since he brought you in."
Stiles looks at Derek. He's surprised to hear that he's been here the entire time. If he's being honest with himself, he'd assumed Derek dropped him off and left, only coming back to check on him. He looks back up at the nurse.
She smiles at him and says, "Hold on to him," before turning and leaving the room.
Stiles settles back in the bed, facing towards Derek, and starts stroking his hair. He smiles when Derek pushes himself closer to him. He's lost in thought when he feels Derek stir.
"Good morning, Sourwolf."
"What time s'it?" He asks, words slurring.
Stiles sits up to look over at the clock and reads, "It's seven in the morning."
Derek groans. He sits up and turns to Stiles.
"How are you feeling?" he asks.
"Like I'm harboring a massive hangover," he replies. Unfortunately the pills he took didn't work. He's assuming it has to do with his body's changes. He feels Derek grab his hand. He looks at their joined hands and then back at Derek.
"What are y-" He stops himself. He realizes the pain and aches are completely gone. He brings his attention back to their hands and notices the black veins.
"Derek, you don't have to do this."
"I want to."
Stiles nods. "Okay," he says quietly, still not looking at him.
Derek's eyebrows come together in confusion. "Stiles, what's wrong?"
Stiles isn't sure how he should proceed with the answer without sounding ungrateful.
Finally, he looks at Derek. "I don't want you to feel like you need to take care of me." He sighs before continuing, "I need you to know you're under no obligation to stay." When Derek goes to respond, Stiles keeps talking. "And I know you feel like it's your duty or whatever since you bit me, but I begged you to. It's not like you did it without my consent." He looks down at their still intwined hands.
Stiles goes to pull away but Derek tightens his grip. Confused, Stiles looks at him questioningly.
"Stiles, listen to me. I want to be here with you. I didn't bite you because you wanted me to. I did it because I was selfish and I couldn't bear to lose you." Derek looks away, although Stiles catches a tint of pink on his cheeks.
Stiles gently grabs his face with his free hand and Derek's head towards him. He searches his eyes for any hint of a lie. His heartbeat is steady. They stay like that for what seemed like hours until he comes to the conclusion that Derek is being sincere. He decides to take a leap, hoping he's reading the situation correctly.
There's really no other way to describe it except that he slammed his lips against Derek's. His eyes are squeezed shut as if waiting to be pushed away. To his surprise, however, Derek responds by kissing him back.
Moments later, they pull apart to catch their breath. He notes that Derek's hands are on his face and his own hands on resting on Derek's hips. It takes a few beats before Stiles speaks up first.
"So..." He starts. "That happened."
Derek huffs a laugh, the corners of his mouth rising a bit.
"Yes, it did." He smiles.
Stiles, being the worrier that he is, isn't sure what to think about it. It's making him anxious because he doesn't know if this was a one time thing, if Derek will regret it or think it shouldn't happen. He can feel his magic respond to his unease. It's vibrating aggressively like it did before and it's making him shake visibly.
Derek grabs both of his hands and puts his forehead against Stiles'. His magic calms down, taking comfort in the intimacy.
"Stiles, what's on your mind?" He asks, quietly.
"I just-" He stops to gather his thoughts. "What does this mean for us?"
"What do you want it to mean?"
"I don't want this to be a mistake. I don't regret this and I hope you don't either."
Derek leans in and kisses Stiles. "I don't regret this."
Derek pulls away and looks him in the eyes when he says, "I love you, Stiles. I'm not here because I feel like it's my duty. I'm here, because I love you."
Stiles gives him a teary-eyed grin and pulls Derek in for another kiss before moving back. He huffs a relieving laugh and says, "I love you too, Derek." He pulls him against his chest and throws his arms around his neck. Derek wraps his arms around his waist.
Shortly after their confessions, Stiles was discharged from the hospital. On their way out, Derek remembers about Stiles' better hearing.
"Can you still hear people that are far away from you?" He asks as they're getting into the Camaro.
Stiles shrugs. "It might've just been my body sorting itself out. I haven't heard anyone out of ear-shot since I woke up with magic."
Derek nods. He puts the car in drive and they head towards the loft.