wolftamer_stilinski | walk in the woods

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walk in the woods - with lurkerwolf

Sometimes rooms are too small, and computer games are not entertaining enough to occupy Stiles' mind. Homework is out of the question and of course this is the one saturday Scott chooses to spend with Kira. It's not that Stiles is dependent on his best friend, of course not... But sometimes he is, and Stiles still doesn't have many friends.

These times he usually goes and takes a walk in the preserve. He knows it's not the safest thing in the world, but he's making sure he sticks close to the Hale property. He feels safe around there. Maybe because of Derek. But Stiles is not thinking much about it as he's walking, and just... trying not to think of too many things. Sometimes it gets too overwhelming and weights him down, wanting him to disappear... But he can't let that happen, there are people counting on him and there could be another crisis anytime.

Stiles rubs his forehead with a sigh as he stops, just looking around at the trees and fallen leaves, trying to just take in all the woods instead of the hideous things his own mind wants him to think about.

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Having recently acquired the ability to turn into a full on wolf, Derek was curious about what he could do. The preserve was a nice place to run around and test the limits. His senses was sharper than before. Which lead him to picking Stiles scent up faster and farther away. Bundled with Stiles smell he could smell anxiety and worry. It made him concerned and quickly he followed the trail.

He found Stiles in the middle of the forest by one of the more unused paths. By humans that is. He walked closer, momentarily forgetting that he was in a wolf shape. Once he was in sight of Stiles he stopped and wagged his tail before heading closer in an unthreatening manner. As he closed the distance between them, he friendly buffed Stiles. he knew he was in wolf form but he was feeling curious and playful. Besides he didn't want be naked in front of Stiles. Not when they was in the middle of a forest at least.

Stiles jumped a little when he heard something come closer, and of course his mind already threw all the dreadful images at him. This is it, he's going to die brooding and alone and bloody and...

"Hey there buddy..." Stiles blinked when he saw the dog... wolf, dog. It must be a dog, Stiles told himself, he was just being paranoid. "Hey, are you lost?" he asked and held out his hand for it. Because yes, the dog approached him, but Stiles was still smarter than just to reach to pet it before he knows it's fine. "You scared me there for a second."

It was a good assumption even if it was a bad one. Wolves were not common in California. Werewolves however, wasn't. Derek gave Stiles hand a quick smell for good measure before looking up at the human. He was still getting used to seeing things from this perspective. After all, humans were taller than wolves. He decided to stay around because Stiles might need it. For one he was alone in the woods and for second he'd seem a bit low. Perhaps Stiles needed a friend. Derek'd know that Kira and Scott was making up elsewhere for their previous interrupted date. He didn't have anywhere to be either.

Stiles frowned a little as the dog was looking up at him. It really resembled more to a wolf. Indeed, it even resembled someone Stiles knew well.

"You remind me of someone." he said quietly with a sad smile and slowly, knelt down to the wolf and brushed his head with his hand. "Are you alone?" he asked, then laughed a little shaking his head. "Look at me, talking to dogs now. I mean... asking actual questions and stuff. I must be really... desperate, huh?"

Derek kept watching Stiles. He could tell from the tone of his voice that Stiles had a lot on his mind. He wasn't surprised. A lot of things had happened lately. He let out a small whine in an attempt to answer Stiles before sitting down. He stayed and allowed Stiles to stroke through his fur. Maybe it could help. Feelings was something Derek struggled with. He didn't want Stiles to suffer though.

Stiles sighed, eying the wolf and scratching behind his ear.

"I always wanted a dog, but my dad didn't think I could take a good care of it." he muttered. "Maybe he's right, you know, maybe I can't really take care of a dog. Or anyone, for that matter." he added quietly, a bit thoughtful. Damn, he didn't want to say that out loud. But thankfully no one was around to hear it.

Derek whines again and nuzzled closer to Stiles. It did feel good to get scratched. What made him sad though was hearing what Stiles said. Things were bad and they all faced difficulties teenagers shouldn't face. The feeling of uselessness was something he could understand. When he lost his powers he felt that way too. He couldn't reassure Stiles in his current form but he'd what he could by just being there. They were strong, all of them in their own ways. Scott was strong, Lydia could help with her psychic abilities and Stiles was clever and supportive. Weak perhaps, but he wouldn't want anything to happen to him.

Stiles smiled a little as he saw the dog enjoying his attention. He cupped the dog's head with both of his hands, brushing his fur.

"You're a good listener." he chuckled. "And I talk a lot, I know I just can't stop sometimes, you know. So many things to say... and yet I still end up saying nothing. Just meaningless words no one cares about." he sighed again. "What's your name? Do you have any? If not I'm gonna call you Robin. Because I'm Batman, so you can be Robin." he smiled. "You knew... that Robin is there for Batman to anchor him? To stop him when he's about to do something too cruel? Yeah, rad, huh?"

Derek was used to Stiles rambling but it was difficult at the moment. He couldn't shut him up nor could he respond. The only thing he could do was to watch Stiles and beg for more attention. Because it felt real nice to get stroked like this. He moved closer and buffed his nose against Stiles chest. He wanted to make Stiles feel better. It was strange but he enjoyed it.

Stiles chuckled a little and sat down pulling the wolf closer to him. He stroked his black fur a bit more before he pulled it to himself, sliding his arms around its neck.

"Hey Robin." he sighed and just held the wolf for a while, without saying anything. "You're really warm." Stiles muttered, stroking the black fur of the dog. "I like you." and yes, it was warm and calming to hold onto something like this. Someone who didn't push him away, and told him to shut up, just let Stiles hold him. It felt nice and Stiles for a second felt a bit alone.

Derek rested his head on Stiles shoulder and breathed in the human's smell. It was a bit strange but at the same time he enjoyed this close comfort. They were just being in this moment and it felt good. He let out a soft bark as Stiles commented on him being warm. It was not an aggressive bark but a friendly one. He couldn't do much else than that after all.

Stiles sighed and pulled Derek tighter to himself. He stroked his fur gently with a sigh and chuckled softly at the bark.

"I'm glad you agree." he said quietly. Stiles felt like he could stay here all day, just hugging this dog. Maybe it won't solve anything, but he would feel better. "I wonder if you have an owner. Or if you're heading somewhere..."

Derek barked in response and dodged his head away from Stiles. He then turned around and walked in the direction of his car. He walked a few steps before he stopped and looked back at Stiles. He stood there and waited at Stiles. He had his clothes by his car after all. That was as far ahead he was thinking at the moment. Because he would have to transform back and get Stiles to safety.

"Hm?" Stiles blinked when the wolf moved back from him. He frowned at him a little, and tried to think what it could want. "You want me to come with you?" he asked and took a few steps toward it. This was like when Lassie found out Timmy fell into the well Stiles thought to himself and it made him smile. "Alright, I'm coming. What would you like to show me?" he asked, following the dog.

Derek swiped his tail through the air in agreement before heading towards the car. He occasionally looked behind himself to make sure Stiles was still following. He was done with shifting today and he had the feeling Stiles might need someone to properly talk to. Because he had seemed distressed earlier.

Stiles sighed and followed the dog, wondering if he'd gone crazy. But he had nothing to lose and it wasn't like he had ot be anywhere. So he followed, pocketing his hands into his hoodie. He skipped in his steps following his new friend, though he raised and eyebrow as he spotted the car.

"What...?" he frowned.

Crap, I just realized that in wolf form he can't carry keys so where would he have his keys? He can't just hide them in case someone find them and steal his car right?

I think he can hide them somewhere. He must have parked in the woods, so not many people could be around to take the keys? He would hear it too, no?

Derek disappears behind the car and transforms back into human form. He pulls on the pants he had left behind before rising from behind the car. He holds on to his shirt and watches Stiles reaction.

Stiles is about to follow the dog, but then suddenly... Derek. The boy stumbles into a halt as he spots Derek. He gapes a little and tries to say something, but all he can do it just to gape.

"Wow... uhm, wow. Okay I..." Stiles starts. "I-- okay, I think I'm-- gonna go." he swallows, feeling a little embarrassed.

Derek pulls on his shirt and walks around the car.

"I can give you a lift if you want. We could talk. You seemed distressed earlier. I'm sorry about deceiving you but there wasn't much I could do. Can't talk while a wolf and I couldn't just leave you there either," Derek replies in a warm tone. He cares about Stiles and he understand his embarrassment. But he doesn't want Stiles to feel worse. Therefore he attempt to make light of the situation in his body language and voice.

"I..." Stiles starts, but he's still a little embarrassed. He just said things he wouldn't have said to Derek. Well, not sober. "You were the...?" he asks, even if he knew that Derek was the dog. "Why didn't you tell me earlier...? I mean... sorry I'm just a bit, uh... shocked."

"I couldn't because I was a wolf at the time," Derek points out and rests against the car. "I understand your shock though. You may have told me things you wouldn't. Don't think you have to keep everything inside though Stiles," hr continues and walks around the car.

"Yes, but- but you should have told me way before. Before really before this!" Stiles flailed, still blushing and feeling a bit thrown off. "I- Yes I told things I--" he stuttered, turning away, because he couldn't look at Derek right now.

"What if I'm wasn't ready to share those things, huh?" he swallowed, crossing his arms. Stiles actually was just afraid, that if he shares any of that the others will think he is weak and useless. And those were the two things he didn't want them to think...

"I'm still getting used to it myself. I didn't thought it was worth mentioning," Derek casually commented. He watched Stiles reactions and allowed his senses to work. He could tell something was bothering him.

"We're pack Stiles, we take care of each other," he then said with a pointed look.

"You didn't thought-- Okay, okay, wow, right. You can turn into a wolf, an actual wolf and you didn't think it was important?!" Stiles huffs, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"Yes, we're pack and yes we care for each other!" he said, turning to Derek. "But that- that also means you respect me when I don't want to tell you things. Because I don't want to tell you... because I don't want you to think I'm- I'm useless." he swallowed, digging his fingers into his hair. "I'm going home." he starts and moves to leave.

"It's just a different type of shift. I makes me stronger and more agile. It's a rare ability," Derek explains before frowning. "OK, maybe I should have said something. Both Parish and Chris has seen me shift into a wolf," he adds.

He watches as Stiles turns to leave. The comment doesn't fall on deaf ears. He understand that it must be hard for him. Wolves are competitive, that's how the settle the hierarchy. But Stiles doesn't fit in as good because he's a human. naturally he would feel that way. He then reaches in and hits the horn.

"Stiles, let me give you a lift home," he calls out

"Well I'm glad you found yourself and that everyone knew about it apparently!" Stiles huffed, still walking away. "No, don't, I want to be alone!" he shouted back, stomping away. He was mad and embarrassed, and he wasn't sure he could get in the car with Derek like this.

Derek rolled his eyes and got into the car. He then drove up alongside Stiles and pulled down the window. He then looked out through it and over at Stiles. He was quite eager about Stiles getting in.

"Stiles. Get in or I'll shuffle you into the car," he spoke and lazily watched the human.

"God damn it, Derek, can't I have a walk for myself?! Or do you want to listen to more things I don't want to tell you, is that it?! You'd force me to talk to you?" Stiles asked, flailing with his arms a bit angrily. He knew he should get in the car and he wanted to, but he was angry at the wolf.

"Then don't talk. Just get into the car and I'll give you a lift home," Derek pushed on. He didn't want Scott to go all alone in the middle of the forest like this.

Stiles huffed and crossed his arm. He didn't want to get in the car, he didn't want to talk to Derek and these woods were his second home, he was coming out here a lot to have adventures...

But in the end he groaned and stopped, turning toward the car with an angry expression. Stiles was biting her lips to not to say anything to Derek. He was determined to keep quiet.

Derek observed Stiles. As the human gave in, he reached over and opened the door for him. Then he just had to wait for the teen to step in so he could finally drive him home.

Stiles got into the car and slammed the door shut. He crossed his arms and pointedly stared outside the window, biting in his lips and saying nothing.

Derek gives him a look before shifting gear and drive off. If Stiles wants to be stubborn about it, he can. Personally he doesn't understand why Stiles got that upset. He does feel for him though after what he said. But if Stiles doesn't want to talk then they won't. It'll be interesting to see how long Stiles can keep his mouth shut as he usually has no control over it.

Stiles sinks more in his seat, determined and staring outside the trees and the sky. His foot tapping, because he never liked silences and he wants to shout so many things at Derek, but he just said he won't talk to him. So he just sulks in tense silence.

Derek on the other hand prefers silence so he doesn't suffer at all. He keeps his focus on the road and ignores Stiles inpatient tapping which echoes in his ears.

Stiles hates this. He pouting almost and huffs loudly through his nose.

"I hate you so much right now, you know!" he said at last, not being able to keep quiet anymore.

"I don't see why you feel the reason to hate me. You seemed comfortable sharing your woes with a wolf but not another human?" Derek comments as he continues to drive.

"Because..." Stiles started before he fell silent again. He bit his lower lip. "Because a wolf can't judge me, okay?" he muttered.

"I won't judge you either Stiles," Derek comments and throws a brief glance at Stiles.

Stiles licked his lips and finally looked over Derek a little reluctant.

"You won't?" he asked quietly. "You wouldn't... you don't think I'm a weak idiot?"

"Stiles, every human is weak compared to me. Why should I judge anyone because of that? So I don't. You're just a teenager who has gotten into bad things. Of course you may struggle with it. I'm here to help if I can and if talking does help, then I'll listen," Derek responds softly. He may not be able to full understand as a born werewolf, but he knows humans enough to understand how they may struggle with things like this.

"Because..." Stiles started, swallowing. "It's not that, it's just..." he sighs. "I wanna help, I want to be useful for the pack. I don't want to be regarded as a teenager who can't do nothing, okay? And it's really hard with all these supermans running around me."

"You help out Stiles. Don't judge yourself based against us werewolves and kitsunes. You should never under any circumstance judge yourself against others. The only one doing the judging is yourself. There are a lot of things you help us with which we can't do," Derek continued. He hated seeing Stiles like this and this attitude of him was irritating. But he remained calm because he wanted to help.

Stiles sighed, looking out the window in silence. He was thinking about Derek's words, but said nothing. He knew Derek was right and he will most probably get back to himself a bit later. But right now, he felt a bit out of it.

"Yeah. You're right." Stiles muttered. "Can we just forget about it?" he asked quietly.

"What has been said can't be taken back," Derek replied and threw a quick glance over at Stiles.

"Then at least fucking pretend it never happened." Stiles huffed, crossing his arms. "I don't- I don't want to talk about it anymore. Just take me home."

"Fine," Derek says brashly and stares out the front-shield. By now they're pretty close to Stiles house. So he'll just keep quiet until they reach the house.

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Good point.

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