Sterek One-shots

Save Me? (part 2)

Why should he try and stop this person, this way he didn't have to deal with losing what little he had left.

There was an oddly comfortable object placed underneath him, or he was placed on top of it, then gentle hands ran through his sodden hair. Slow, calming, large hands. He heard a murmur of something outside his overwhelming bubble of panic and knew it was probably his kidnapper. He really should be more worried about that but something in his gut told him he was safe, not that it really mattered but it was the same thing that told him not to trust Theo, the same thing that told him Matt was evil and hey guess what? He had been right then although failed yet again to warn his friends, well that was not necessarily true, he had told them they just hadn't listened. He should've tried harder. It was his fault. Always his fault.

That same murmur rang in his ears and this time it sounded vaguely familiar.

Derek, that was Derek's voice, was it not?

"Stiles? Come on Stiles, you need to breathe, gods I don't know what I'm doing, please Stiles." Okay, that was definitely Derek, but what was Derek doing helping him? Was he doing it out of pity? No, Derek didn't do pity, so what then? "Stiles, please." He forced his eyes open and, as soon as they landed on Derek, crouching next to the comfortable squishy thing that Stiles classified as a couch, he jumped back, curling in on himself. Not that he hadn't expected someone to be there, he just hadn't expected it to actually be Derek - it could've, still could be, a hallucination. Especially since Derek had a look of concerned panic gracing his beautifully sculptured face. Fucking hell, he reprimanded himself before realizing Derek was talking to him again.

"...ou weren't responding so I brought you here." Stiles made an undignified, confused noise at the back of his throat still trying to calm his shaking hands and his erratic breathing.

"In the forest, I heard your breathing, went to check it out, found you..." he trailed off as he realized that maybe Stiles didn't really care right now and that he was making a massive fool out of himself.

"Derek?" His voice came out strangled and desperate as he continued to be confused as to why Derek seemed to care and didn't seem very, well, very Derek.

"Stiles, I don't know how to help you. I tried talking to you before, you didn't respond. What do I do Stiles?" Okay well, now Stiles was really confused, almost confused enough to be distracted from his slowly shrinking, or was it just collapsing in on him like everything else, balloon of fear. Almost.

When Stiles' response was still lacking and Derek was still unsure of what to do, he pulled out his phone, googling how to calm down a panic attack. Luckily for both of them, he found a good website almost instantly, taking a quick mental note to chastise himself later for not doing this initially.

"Stiles, I need you to look at me," when he had Stiles' attention, which was easier than expected, he continued. "I need you to focus, okay?" All he got was a nod in response.

"Okay, I need you to name five things you can see." Another nod but still no verbal response, so Derek coaxed him a little.

"Your eyes," Stiles' eyes darted around taking in so many things it made his head spin yet again, he couldn't seem to pick out anything else, how could he be failing at such a simple task? That didn't need an answer, not really, it was right there in the question. Failing. That was just his thing. His hand flew to his hair, tugging none too gently as he tried to focus. One thing, amongst so many. His stomach twisted, he needed to get out, get to a restroom. But he couldn't move, once again, stuck.

"Stiles, hey can I touch you?" One more nod. He pulled carefully at Stiles's hands, un-entwining them with his hair and placing them between his own in his lap. "Focus on me, okay? What else can you see on me?"