What's In the Dark Comes to the Light

Scott paced the white linoleum tiled floor of Beacon Hill’s Hospital, feeling restless and anxious. Oh Scott we love you so~ WARNING: Gay make-out and suggestive themes ahead Dont like dont read~

Scott paced the white linoleum tiled floor of Beacon Hill’s Hospital, feeling restless and anxious. The lobby’s florescent lights shone brilliantly above him giving off the illusion of sunlight and the walls retained a crisp spring clean white sheen that never seemed to dirty. 

He had returned to the lobby after his mom caught him looking for Stiles thirty minutes prior, telling him, he needed time alone, and if you’re a good friend you’d understand, and other bull that would just make him feel guilty. Well now he couldn’t take it. He worried about his best friend, he worried about how he was fairing with no one there for him to cry on. He knew how he could get. Plus Scott couldn’t stand the smell, the smell like death and bleach and fake lemons layering everything it touched. It was so strong he could barely distinguish a living human from a dead one and it almost completely washed away Stiles scent. All of this was just plain annoying.

Scott sat down, his knee bouncing uncontrollably, then, after less than a minute,  stood back up. The receptionist gave him a look. Was this how Stiles felt all the time? All hyper and jumpy and un contained. Oh god, was he getting ADD too? Was he going to have to be on meds all day just so he kept from jumping out of his skin? Was that even possible? He’d have to ask Alliso-Stiles later. Allison still wanted nothing to do with him. Ok, that was it, he was going to find his friend.

“Where do you think your’e going Scott?” The reciptionist asked as he walked by.

“To find Stiles, its been long enough.”

She sighed, “Room 306.”

He gave her one of his puppy dog smiles, now that saved him the trouble of trying to sniff him out, of course he didn’t tell her that, “Thanks.”

Scott walked down the halls turning corners subconsciously, knowing the hospital like the back of his hand until, finally, at the end of one hallway, he found the room Stiles was in with…Derek? Scott paused and scrunched his face, was he seeing things? That didn’t seem possible considering he had werewolf vision…but…why would Derek Hale be here? Didn’t the two of them like hate each other’s guts? He’d thought so at least.

He walked a few steps closer, maybe the fumes where messing with his head, and took a more scrutinized look. Yep, it was definitely Derek and it looked like Stiles was on his lap…and…they were…kissing? Whoa, what? Kissing?

Scott did a double take, what the heck was going on? Finally he reached the door and stood there, watching with a mix of fascination and horror. Stiles and Derek? Derek and Stiles? OMG Derek Hale had corrupted his best friend. How long had this been going on? How’d he not smelled it on Stiles? Oh god he was freaking out, was he about to have a panic attack? That didn’t seem likely but then again he did have one that one time when he thought Allison hated his guts…

The two broke away.

Scott coughed.

Stiles looked up.

Horror and realization pasted itself on his face.

Dead silence ensued.

***

Oh. My. God. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Stiles was freaking out. Big time. This was not how he had wanted Scott to find out about his and Derek’s relationship. Not at all. Nope-ity nope nope. No way Jose, tondemonai, alcun modo, heck to the freaking nah.  He had hoped that he could tell him nice and easy to his face on his own terms or maybe just maybe get away with not telling him at all, but noooo the world didn’t do that. The world hated Stiles, the world just loved making his day worse and worse.

Stiles unfroze, and got off of Derek, Derek standing up beside him, one had laid comfortingly on his shoulder absentmindedly, the only thing from keeping from having a panic attack, “S**t.”

Scott gulped, looking confused and maybe a little hurt. Why hadn’t he told him? Did he not trust him? Did he think he’d hate him? Did he worry that he’d tell his dad? That’s what Scott’s face told him. Stiles had to look away

Stiles took a breath, “Uhm…could I say this is not what it looks like and have you believe me?”

“No.”

“Could I say this is all just a dream and you’re really asleep at home still?” Stiles expression was hopeful.

“No.”

Stiles sighed, “S**t.”

“Tell me what’s going on.”

Stiles opened and closed his mouth making a fish face and looked from Derek to Scott and back again. 

“Uhm well…,” He stammered, “It’s kinda complicated…and I‘d really rather not…”

Scott crossed his arms, and put on his fiercest expression, granted it just made him look more adorable, but it hit Stiles like a kick in the gut. Scott was pissed, and Scott was never mad at him.

“Tell me. Now.”

Derek stiffened beside Stiles, “I’ve got to go,” He looked at Scott, “Your mom’s coming.”

He lightly squeezed his shoulder in a protective manner, “I’ll check on you later.”

“I’m going to be at Scott’s, I don’t know if you can.” Stiles said turning his attention to Derek for a moment.

Derek grinned, “I’ll see you later.” Then he lightly kissed Stiles on the lips, his eyes locking with Scott’s for a moment daring him to say something. He didn’t. Derek smirked then left the room.

“We are going to talk about this later.”  Scott proclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at Stiles.

He winced, “And people think I’m the mother.”

Scott made a face, “Shut up Stiles.”

***

Stiles sat on Scott’s bed, his textbooks strewn around him. Scott was downstairs playing video games, the sounds of gunfire wafting through the cracks of the door, just what his ADD brain needed to hear when trying to figure out complex algorithms, loud whooping and shouting. He was surprised Melissa hadn’t told him to shut up yet, but he guessed she was used to it by now.

He looked at the page in front of him, his leg bouncing frantically, his face scrunched up in concentration…or, more accurately, like the act of trying to concentrate…which was nearly impossible, especially with his Aderall wearing off, his already innate dislike for math only adding to that… Aderall… Aderall… Penguins… Aderall… Why was he thinking about Aderall…and penguins? He shook his head, no, not penguins just Aderall.

His brow scrunched further and his eyes bounced around Scott’s room, his gaze landing on his nightstand. Crap, he forgot to pick up his Aderall on his way to Scott‘s. He was gonna have a hell of a day tomorrow. His eyes kept bouncing around the room, focusing on anything that held remote interest to him. Superman posters, a pair of dirty underwear…tighty whiteys… Someone really needed to stop teasing him for his fashion sense, he at least wore boxers. A bag of half eaten Cheetos, old un-washed shirts, a box of condoms… Oooookay Stiles really needed to stop looking around, getting a littler to personal with his friend. Next thing he’d stumble on would be a d***o at this rate…though Scott claimed to be straight… Stiles snickered, ah mental tangents.

That’s right…Calculus. He turned his attention back to his book, looked at the equation, looked at his pencil, and gave up, throwing them to the corner of the room. F**k it. He just wasn’t going to do it. He was a boy in mourning, his dad was in the hospital, he deserved a break. F**k it, f**k math, f**k the world, f**k Ms. Lygus, f**k them all. 

He stood up and started pacing, he needed something to do to get his mind off the track it was going down. It would only lead him to a panic attack, and he had been doing so well with avoiding that. F**k, f**k, f**k. His dad was in the f*****g hospital, and there was nothing he could  f*****g do about it, just like there was nothing he could f*****g do to help in the pack because he was just the useless fragile human who was only good for f*****g comic relief or being someone’s chew toy.  He slammed his head against Scott’s wall and took a deep breath. He was not going to break down, he was not going to break down, he was not going to break down, he was not.

He hated how quickly his mood changed, just a moment before it seemed like he was just thinking about Scott’s sex life and now he was thinking about how much of a worthless jerk he was. Ah the wonder’s of having the attention span of a cucumber. 

A knock on Scott’s window made him jump. He turned, quickly wiping his eyes of tears he hadn’t known had been falling and made his way over. 

It was Derek.

Stiles smiled, his heart warming a little when he saw him. He had actually come to check on him. Guess he didn’t care if Scott found him in his room for once.

Stiles took a breath to steady himself, he knew it didn’t matter, Derek could already hear his erratic heart beat, but he also didn’t want him to worry anymore, then opened the window, “Well hello my prince charming, should I let down my long flowing locks to your noble stead?” He run a hand through his buzzed hair as if he could swish it cheerleader style but his voice cracked midway through, effectively killing his sarcasm, leaving him grinning awkwardly at him.

Derek chuckled and handed him a bag, stepping into the room, “You probably want this.”

“Wha-,” Stiles peeked inside, “Ah! My Aderall! You’re a life saver,” he pulled Derek by the shirt forcing his lips close to his own, and whispered seductively, “I could just kiss you right now.”

“You know you could,” He responded, voice sounding a little gravelly, “Totally free right now.”

Stiles pulled away, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, “Oh my god, did you just pull a Stiles? Omg you did. I’m totally rubbing off on you.”

“And you’re smirking,”

“What? I am?”

“Yep.”

“S**t.”

Stiles pulled Derek to Scott’s bed.

“God it reeks in here,” Derek said, nose cringing.

“It’s just Scott.”

“You’re going to smell like him.” Derek spat out the word him like an insult.

“Jealous?” Stiles whispered kissing him on the cheek.

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“If you say so sour wolf.”

Derek made a face, “Don’t call me that.”

Stiles laughed, “Not happening, it’s my pet name for you.”

“It’s ugly.”

“It’s cute, deal with it.” Stiles said kissing his cheek.

Derek grumbled in resignation then pulled Stiles into a lip lock, “Fine, but you’re mine, not Scott’s.”

Derek’s voice dropped, deep and dangerous, his breath tickling Stiles face, sexy and protective and controlling. Stiles shivered at that, totally turned on, and kissed back more forcefully. Their hands traveled over each others bodies, they fell back on Scott’s bed, Derek pulling Stiles below him. Stiles bit Derek’s lip, Derek bit back, their mouths fighting for dominance, their tongues dancing in a violent dance.

Suddenly the door opened and Scott walked in. He scrunched up his nose, “Dude, why does it smell like sex in here? Where you jackin- Oh!”

Derek and Stiles pulled apart, Stiles lip bleeding slightly.

“Well…hi there Scott, kinda forgot you where here.” Stiles wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

“What the f**k is he doing in here?”

Stiles held up the bag Derek gave him and shook it lightly, “My a meds, forgot em.”

“That’s not what it looked like when I walked in, god where you two going to end up having sex if I hadn’t walked in?”

Stiles considered the question for a moment, “Hmmm….in all likely hood, probably.”

Scott groaned, “Get out Derek.”

Derek looked at Stiles then Scott, an awkward expression plastered on his face. Stiles tapped him on the arm lightly, it looked to Scott like he didn’t even realize he’d done it.

“Just go Derek, I’ll be fine, we don’t need Scott’s mom walking in here.”

Derek nodded and slipped out the window. Scott walked over and closed it after him.

“He does that a lot doesn’t he.”

“Yeah pretty much every night, I’ve developed a tendency to wake up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares.” Stiles clamped a hand over his mouth. He should not have said that. He never hoped for Scott’s slightly average intelligence not to pick up on something more than now.

“Wait what? Nightmares? How long has this been going on?” Scott exclaimed all thoughts of Derek and Stiles forgotten.

“S**t.”

“S**t’s right, now answer the question.”

“Since like…spring break, after Gerard kidnapped me.”

“So…like PTSD?”

“You actually know what that is?” Stiles asked surprised.

He gave him a duh look, “My mom’s a nurse, you aught to give me more credit, she comes across a lot of diff people.”

He didn’t say, what he was thinking though, I’m not as dumb as you think I am. Stiles looked away guiltily and sighed, he deserved at least some of the truth.

“I don’t know, maybe it is maybe it’s something else, but all I know is Derek’s been there every night to drag me out of my hell.”

Now it was Scott’s turn to turn away.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Not realizing you where in pain, not being a good friend.”

Stiles walked over to him, and gave him one of his intoxicating grins, “You are a good friend, you’re here for me now, when Derek cant be.”

Scott ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I’m going to have to excpet this huh.”

“Yep.”

“Fine, I won’t tell your dad if you don’t want me to, or my mom, but don’t think I actually approve of this.”

Stiles smile broadened, “Thanks.”

“Whatever, lets get some sleep.”

Stiles nodded and the two of them got ready for bed. Scott turned off the lights and crawled into his sleeping bag, giving Stiles the bed and fell asleep quickly. Stiles sighed smiling to himself and closed his eyes sleep soon overtaking him.

That’s when the nightmares returned.

 

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