Anchor ~ Short

“I love how the only thing that affects you, that you can’t punch in the face, is the full moon.” Stiles snickered as he watched Derek pace in the living room of the Hale house.


The werewolf stopped in his tracks and turned toward Stiles.


“You know I could punch you in the face.” Derek growled, making a fist.


Throwing his hands in the air Stiles exclaimed “You don’t have to do that!”


Derek grumbled a moment before beginning to pace again. He then slowed to a stop and groaned. Stiles sat forward on the charred couch and watched Derek for a few seconds. He leaped off the couch as Derek fell to one knee.


Racing over to him Stiles asked “Derek?! Are you okay?!”


“I-It’s the full m-moon.” Derek stuttered as he gripped his stomach.


Looking up through a hole in the roof Stiles saw how the full moon was reaching its peak in the sky.


Looking back down at Derek he questioned “But why? You used to have so much control. Remember? You were the one who helped Scott. Why are you suddenly so out of control?”


Derek gasped out then answered “I don’t know but you need to g-go...”


“I’m not leaving.” Stiles snapped.


Derek quickly pushed him a few feet away from him and snarled “Go!”


Stiles stood there a moment as if debating wether or not to leave.


He then argued “No. I’m staying.”


There was a long silence before Derek jumped up from the floor. He sped over to Stiles until he stood nose-to-nose with him.


Glaring at Stiles with greenish-red eyes he roared “Leave! If I loose...con...t-trol..I...”


Derek suddenly began to trail off as a deep growl rose in his throat. Stiles stood completely still as Derek leaned toward his neck.


“U-Uh...Derek?” Stiles mumbled as he glanced down.


Stiles’ heart stopped a moment as his eyes connected with Derek’s. They had now become bright red.


Feeling Derek’s warm breath on his neck, Stiles gasped “O-Okay...calm down Derek. It’s me...Stiles. The stupid human bo—”


Stiles’ voice was stolen away by fear as he felt Derek bite down on his neck with his human teeth.


Holding in a painful cry Stiles breathed “C-Come on...please. This isn’t you Derek. T-The full moon has no p-power over you...”


Stiles began to panic as he felt the slight prick of Derek’s fangs growing out and pushing against his skin. As he started to speak again his arm was grabbed. Derek slowly began to tighten his grip on Stiles’ upper arm as his fangs grew out more.


Feeling the sudden pressure his arm and neck were under Stiles cried “Please Derek! Don’t do this! L-Listen to me!”


Stiles yelled out at his felt the tips of Derek’s teeth rip through his skin like 4 sharp needles.


“Derek! Let me be your anchor!!” Stiles shouted out as the pressure on his arm and the sting on his neck became unbarable.  


As his voice left his mouth a calm fell over the room. Stiles slowly felt as the grip on his arm loosened. He then felt the gentle tug of Derek’s fangs leaving his neck. Falling to his knees Stiles groaned. Derek quickly fell with him.


“Oh my god Stiles! You’re bleeding! Why did you let me—” Derek was cut short as Stiles moaned “I d-didn’t let you...you just c-came at me.”


Stiles sat down on the floor as he got lightheaded. Gripping his neck he looked up at Derek.


He breathlessly laughed “You have some of my blood on the corner of your mouth.”


Derek quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve but then shouted “Stiles how are you acting like nothing is wrong?! I just bit you!”


Pulling his hand away from his neck he examined it. It was covered in blood.


Closing his hand Stiles sighed “Yes you did...”


Grabbing Stiles’ chin Derek tilted his head out so he could see his neck. He let off a long sigh of relief as he saw how he hadn’t gone deep enough to do anything.


“What?” Stiles asked as he looked at Derek through the corner of his eye.


Letting Stiles’ chin go he answered “I didn’t go deep enough to do anything. I just broke the skin enough to make it bleed.”


Stiles nodded his head then slowly stood. He began to fall once he got up on his feet but he was steadied by Derek.


“Thanks.” Stiles breathed as he held onto his arm.


A minute of silence passed before Derek asked “Um...what did you say back there that stopped me?”


Stiles stood still then stepped away from Derek.


“Oh you know my bad self got you to back off with my manly power.” Stiles replied with a nervous laugh.


Derek rolled his eyes before insisting “No. Tell me the truth Stiles. What did you say?”


Stiles looked in the opposite direction for a few minutes before turning toward Derek and answering “I...I...told you to let me be your anchor...”  


Derek starred at Stiles in shock a few seconds before walking up to him and pulling him into a strong hug.


“Derek...?” Stiles breathed in fear that something was wrong.


Derek just hugged him tighter.


“Thank you Stiles. You didn’t have to do that for me.” Derek mumbled into Stiles’ shoulder.


Stiles let off a soft laugh then assured “I would do it again for you in a heartbeat.”