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tigriswolfTitle: tell me I was dreaming
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers through 3.20; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 610
Point of view: third
Note: While watching Echo House for the first (and only, so far) time, it occurred to me that Stiles could be the major character death we keep hearing about because the bite can kill. I mentioned it to my little sister, also watching with me, and then said I’d probably be writing that happening. She forbade me.
Clearly, I didn’t listen. *shrugs*
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
And it could.
“Stiles, if you become a werewolf, the nogitsune will have to leave!” Scott tells him. “Deaton said so!”
“Did he?” Stiles asks tiredly. He’s just so tired. So tired. He can’t think, he hasn’t slept in – what day is it? After Eichen House, after the oni, after everything - he’s tired. So tired.
“I told you I’d do something!” Scott says. “This is something I can do. The only thing. Please let me. Please.”
The nogitsune hums in the back of his mind; it sounds like a laugh.
“Okay,” Stiles breathes out.
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
Scott bites him on the wrist, just like Peter was going to, and it hurts, it does – but not as much as realizing what his hands had done without his knowledge or consent. “How – how long does it take?” he asks, eyes closed, one fist clenched, the other hand still being held by Scott’s own.
“I woke up healed the next morning,” Scott says.
Stiles throws himself backwards onto his bed, rests his head on his pillow, and says, “I’m so tired, Scott.”
“I know,” Scott says, sinking down next to him. “Try to sleep. You’ll wake up better tomorrow.” He pats Stiles on the shoulder and smiles. “You’ll see, Stiles. It’ll all be better in the morning.”
Stiles sighs. “Tell my dad I said goodnight, okay?” he murmurs.
Scott nods and Stiles rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. His wrist throbs in time with his heartbeat. The nogitsune whispers, Let me in if you want to live.
Stiles doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t sleep, and halfway through the night, the bite begins to burn. He winces but doesn’t call out.
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
He looks down at the bite because his arm refuses to move when he tries to raise it – it’s oozing that same stuff Gerard spit out, the same stuff that came out of Derek that with the bone saw.
Of course, he thinks. Of course. “Scott,” he says, knowing his brother is downstairs with his dad, and neither of them have slept either. “Scott, it didn’t take.”
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
I can save you, the nogitsune says as Scott rushes into the room. Let me in. Let me in – I can save you!
“Scott,” he says as his dad follows, both of them reaching for him. “It’s not your fault.”
The nogitsune shrieks in the back of his mind and Stiles just grabs for his dad with his one good hand, saying, “It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, I swear, I promise, it’s not your fault.”
It hurts so much and he breathes through it, trying to meet Scott’s gaze, but Scott is only looking at the bite, oozing black bile and burning, and Dad’s crying and Scott’s crying, and Stiles’ eyes are watering because pain -
But for the first time in weeks, Stiles’ mind is clear. His body is rejecting the bite. He’s dying. He’s dying with the nogitsune in him, which means it will die too. So he smiles, and he clings to his dad and Scott, and he breathes and he breathes and he breathes –
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
Let me in! the nogitsune screams. Stiles breathes and reaches for that shadow curled up in the far corner of his mind and holds on as tight as he can, all the way down – and then he lets go.
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers through 3.20; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 610
Point of view: third
Note: While watching Echo House for the first (and only, so far) time, it occurred to me that Stiles could be the major character death we keep hearing about because the bite can kill. I mentioned it to my little sister, also watching with me, and then said I’d probably be writing that happening. She forbade me.
Clearly, I didn’t listen. *shrugs*
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
And it could.
“Stiles, if you become a werewolf, the nogitsune will have to leave!” Scott tells him. “Deaton said so!”
“Did he?” Stiles asks tiredly. He’s just so tired. So tired. He can’t think, he hasn’t slept in – what day is it? After Eichen House, after the oni, after everything - he’s tired. So tired.
“I told you I’d do something!” Scott says. “This is something I can do. The only thing. Please let me. Please.”
The nogitsune hums in the back of his mind; it sounds like a laugh.
“Okay,” Stiles breathes out.
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
Scott bites him on the wrist, just like Peter was going to, and it hurts, it does – but not as much as realizing what his hands had done without his knowledge or consent. “How – how long does it take?” he asks, eyes closed, one fist clenched, the other hand still being held by Scott’s own.
“I woke up healed the next morning,” Scott says.
Stiles throws himself backwards onto his bed, rests his head on his pillow, and says, “I’m so tired, Scott.”
“I know,” Scott says, sinking down next to him. “Try to sleep. You’ll wake up better tomorrow.” He pats Stiles on the shoulder and smiles. “You’ll see, Stiles. It’ll all be better in the morning.”
Stiles sighs. “Tell my dad I said goodnight, okay?” he murmurs.
Scott nods and Stiles rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. His wrist throbs in time with his heartbeat. The nogitsune whispers, Let me in if you want to live.
Stiles doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t sleep, and halfway through the night, the bite begins to burn. He winces but doesn’t call out.
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
He looks down at the bite because his arm refuses to move when he tries to raise it – it’s oozing that same stuff Gerard spit out, the same stuff that came out of Derek that with the bone saw.
Of course, he thinks. Of course. “Scott,” he says, knowing his brother is downstairs with his dad, and neither of them have slept either. “Scott, it didn’t take.”
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
I can save you, the nogitsune says as Scott rushes into the room. Let me in. Let me in – I can save you!
“Scott,” he says as his dad follows, both of them reaching for him. “It’s not your fault.”
The nogitsune shrieks in the back of his mind and Stiles just grabs for his dad with his one good hand, saying, “It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, I swear, I promise, it’s not your fault.”
It hurts so much and he breathes through it, trying to meet Scott’s gaze, but Scott is only looking at the bite, oozing black bile and burning, and Dad’s crying and Scott’s crying, and Stiles’ eyes are watering because pain -
But for the first time in weeks, Stiles’ mind is clear. His body is rejecting the bite. He’s dying. He’s dying with the nogitsune in him, which means it will die too. So he smiles, and he clings to his dad and Scott, and he breathes and he breathes and he breathes –
If it doesn’t kill you, Peter had said, and it could.
Let me in! the nogitsune screams. Stiles breathes and reaches for that shadow curled up in the far corner of his mind and holds on as tight as he can, all the way down – and then he lets go.