"What the hell is going on with him?" Braeden says and we look over to mine and Derek's bed.
Braeden has been staying with us since she got out of hospital and Derek is not a big fan of it.
"He's just cranky. He often acts cranky." I say sighing as I watch him. "He's not healing." She says and I nod. "I know." I say sighing.
"So how'd it happen?" She asks and I shrug. "It happened when Kate took us both to Mexico. It started with the aging but all the other things come alomg with it. His eyes, ability to heal, sense of smell." I say to Braeden and she looks over to him.
"You should teach him to shoot a gun or something." I say to her. "Really?" She adks and I nod.
"If he can't protect himself, he can't protect me and well I can't reallt protect myself. I don't wanna die either so I'd prefer it if he had some sort of defense." I say and she smiles.
"Well whenever he's up for it." She says and I smile. "I'll talk to him." I say and she nods. "Okay." She says and lies down on the sofa
"Are you sure you don't want the bed? We don't mind sleeping on the sofa." I say and she nods. "It's fine. There's two of you, one of me. Plus it's not like the sofa isn't comfy." She says and I chuckle. "Let us know if you change your mind." I say climbing into bed with Derek.
When I lie beside him and he doesn't hug me or turn to spoon me, I sigh.
"Derek." I say shaking him. I'm so selfish, I love it. "Derek." I repeat till he wakes up.
"What's wrong?" He asks running a hand over his face. "Can we spoon?" I whisper. He just nods and rolls over. I climb in beside him and hold his arm around my waist as he kisses my shoulder.
****
Braeden smacks a gun down on the table and I just sit on a chair looking at it. Trying to convince Derek to do this was so much harder than you'd think. It was only when Braeden brought me into it he agreed. He is so cute.
"This is a Sig Sauer P226 .9 mm." Braeden says and I look from the gun to her, stunned. "I don't like guns." Derek says and I roll my eyes. I wish he wouldn't be difficult right now.
"That's because you've never learnt to use one." Braeden says to Derek. "Or because I've been shot. Repeatedly." Derek says with annoyance and I laugh. "I'm not even gonna apologise." I say to him.
"You should like this one." Braeden says and I perk up as she takes the clip out of the gun.
"The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many shots you fire. Running out of bullets can get you killed. It also makes you look stupid." She says before loading the gun and handing it to Derek.
I would love to learn how to shoot a gun, but I know Derek would be against it.
"Using a gun isn't about learning how to point and shoot." Braeden says. "Why's that?" Derek asks whilst examining thr gun. "An average person can move 21 feet in 1.5 seconds. If they have a knife, they can gut you before you can pull the fire. So with a gun, you need a distance." She says before stepping away from him.
"Go for it." She says and I snap my head in her direction as she says "Pull the gun on me."
Derek scoffs before aiming the gun at her. She quickly disarms him and I clap my hands excitedly.
"What?" I ask Derek's annoyed face. "This is good entertainment." I say and he rolls his eyes.
Braeden hands him back the gun for him to try again and the exact same thing happens.
"Let's call for a break." Braeden says before heading off some where.
"Maybe I should learn to use a gun." I say walking towards Derek. "Absolutely not." He says ans I roll my eyes. "You'd probably end up shooting yourself on accident. I can't deal with you getting shot anymore then you already have." He says and I roll my eyes. "One time. I've been shot once." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"Speaking of which." He says pulling my t-shirt off of my shoulder so he could look at my stitches. "Almost better." I say and he sighs.
I pull at the hem of his t-shirt up and look at his cut. "Almost better." I mutter looking down at it.
"We're pathetic." I say and smack my head on his chest. "Yep." He groans in agreement. "Well more you then me, because I'm amazing." I say leaning up to kiss his cheek.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He says looking down at me. "Hmm... Maybe what helps me sleep at night will help our pathetic asses." I say leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Maybe." He says before hooking his arms under my thighs to pick me up.
"That's what im talking about." I say enthusiastically as I become level with Derek. Before he can complain- or put me back on the floor- I pull him back in to kiss me.
Derek places me on his bed and tugs my t-shirt off. "Eager?" I ask as he pulls my jeans down. "Definitely." I answer for him.
"Shread your own clothes sexy pants." I say patting his arm. I watch him takes his clothes of before bringing him back down to me.
"Bring your best shot sexy pants." I say whilst gripping his shoulders as he begins to kiss down me. "I hate your pillow talk." Derek says glancing up at me. "No you don't. Now do something useful big boy or I'll just have to put my dominance to use." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"You aren't the dominant one." He moving some hair away from my face. "Prove it." I whisper to him.
****
Rushing to the hospital was not how I thought tonight would end up. My dad was shot tonight. I found out through a frantic phone call from Stiles.
He told me dad had been shot and apparently Parrish was supernatural all in the same 3 minute phone call.
I got to the hospital and rushed to the room Stiles had texted me.
I walked inside and take a breath of relief when I saw him sat upright signing somethings. I hug Stiles and then look over to the doctor.
"Alright Mr Stilinski." The doctor says looking at dad's file. "Sheriff." Stiles cuts in. "Sheriff Stilinski." The doctor confirms.
"I've got you scheduled for surgery first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, it's going to take a little digging to get that slug out of your shoulder." The doctor says. "Yeah, it's fine." Dad says as I grab Stiles' hand.
"One more." Dad says calling him over to his side. "What's this part here? This line?" Dad asks pointing to some papers.
"Patient responsibility. Parts of the procedure and hospital stay not covered by insurance." The doctor says. "Are those big parts? Expensive parts?" Dad asks and I grimace. "That's between you and your insurance unfortunately." He says and dad nods.
"You should feel the morphine in a minute. Try to get sime rest, Mr- Sheriff Stilinski." The doctor says before leaving.
Stiles starts biting his free hand nervously. "Hey stop that." Dad says and I squeeze Stiles hand before sitting down.
"I was just curious about the terminology. We're not in any kind of dire straits." Dad says. "I know about the bills, Dad. I know about the collecters calling about Eichen House. I know about the advance from the department, about the credit cards." Stiles says and I run my free hand over my face.
It isn't fair how I'm living a perfectly normal life without worrying about debt. Like yeah sure I still have some student debt but I've chipped away at that a lot.
Then also I live with Derek, I don't pay rent or whatever because he already owns the loft. I just buy food when we need it because it's the only thing Derek lets me do.
I have good income from the coffee store yet here dad and Stiles are, struggling.
I paid Stiles' MRI bill. So we only really needed to pay the hospital stay and Eichen house. Now we've got another set of hospital on top of that as I'd basically paid off my hospital bill.
"Stiles." Dad starts and I can just tell he's angry so I squeeze Stiles hand. "Are you going through my stuff?" Dad asks. "Yeah, I go through all of your stuff. Especially when you keep things from me." Stiles says.
"I keep things from you because you don't need to know everything." He says raising his tone slightly. "Yes I do." Stiles bites. "I have to know everything. How the hell else am I supposed to take care of you?" Stiles asks.
"You're not supposed to take care of me!" Dad yells and I sigh. "Im the dad. You're the son. You get it? Dad. Son." He says pointing between them. "I take care of you." He adds.
I stand up and push Stiles into the chair. "We're supposed to take of each other." He mutters.
"Hey, we're gonna be all right." Dad says. "How do you know, dad?" Stiles asks. "I don't. But the morphine's kicking in and I'm not that worried about anything right now." Dad says and I look between the two boys.
"I know." I say looking down at Stiles' pained expression. "How?" He asks and I shrug.
"Because after all three of us have been through something has to go right for us. Bad things can't happen to us all the time. Don't you get that?" I ask and he sighs.
"Claudia?" Dad calls and I walk beside him to hold his hand. "It's okay dad." I say holding his hand. "We're gonna be okay." I say squeezing his hand.
Eventually Derek came by and I forced Stiles into leaving and going home.
"I spoke with Lydia and Scott tonight." He says as I climb into his lap. "Yeah?" I ask and he nods.
"You know, if I die. This will all go to you. The loft, my car, anything and everything that belongs to me." He says and I groan and put my head against the crook of his neck.
"You said you wouldn't die." I say and he nods. "I know." He says and I sigh.
"Don't die." I plead grabbing his hand. "That isn't something I have control of." He says and I sigh. "You can't die Derek. I don't care if Lydia 'predicted' it. I just gave Stiles a speech about happy endings and you haven't had yours yet." I say taking my neck out of the crook of his neck.
"I don't care if you have it with me or Jennifer 2.0 but if someone gets a happy ending, it should be you." I say and he sighs.
"I'm not going anywhere, right now." He says and I scoff. "I know that, dick." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"Are you able to have a deep moment without being weird after?" He asks and I shake my head no. "It's impossible." I say before turning back to look at dad.
I refuse to fall asleep but as my eyes get heavier around 3am, it becomes harder and harder to keep them open.
I close my eyes and move in closer to Derek. "You'll be okay." He whispers to me.