DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.
you're not alone.

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ADRIAN'S KNEES LANDED ON THE GROUND AS HE KNELT TO HIS SISTER, CHECKING OVER HER BLOODIED BODY IN HORROR. He moved the hair out of her face, calling out in hopes she'll wake up and be okay. He knew better than that though. "Lydia! Lydia, wake up! Can you hear me?! Lydia!"

"Adrian!" The teen heard Stiles running rapidly towards the three of them, his heart thudding wildly in his chest when seeing his boyfriend next to Peter Hale and a bloodied Lydia Martin. "Lydia! Adrian!"

Before Adrian could register anything, he was grabbed and brought closer to a chest; sharp claws up against his throat. Stiles halted as Peter Hale held his boyfriend, a scared look on his face. "Don't kill him. Please."

"Hmm." The werewolf hummed, blood trailing down his chin. "Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek."

Stiles stammered, him and Adrian exchanging shocked and scared looks. "What?"

Peter's nails dug deeper into Adrian's skin, making him wince in pain. It wouldn't take much more until the claws pierced through skin. "Tell me how to find Derek Hale." He spoke lowly, making sure the boy understood every word.

Stiles' breathing increased, panicking every time Adrian's face scrunched up in pain. "I don't know that. How would I know that?" His voice raised, panic lacing his words.

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Peter asked quickly, holding the boy tighter. "And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth . . . or I will rip him apart."

"D-Don't do it, Stiles." Adrian struggled out, face scrunching up in pain when the werewolf applied more pressure. "Ah!"

"Look, I don't know, okay?" Stiles said quickly. "I swear to god, I have no idea." He shook his head.

"Tell me!" Peter roared loudly, the sound echoing through the pitch as Adrian grunted.

"Okay, okay, okay, look, I . . ." Stiles quickly gave in, breathing heavily. "I think he knew."

"Knew what?"

"Derek, I think he . . ." Stiles' breathing picked up as he explained, his boyfriend scared he would have a panic attack then and there. "I think he knew he was gonna get caught."

"By the Argents?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded.

"And?" Peter kept on questioning, each sign of hesitance from the boy being stopped by a bit of pressure being applied on the redhead's neck.

"When they were shot, he and Scotty . . ." He trailed off, trying to think of the right words that would justify him and get Adrian back safely. "I think he took Scott's phone."

Peter's face went confused, tilting his head. "Why?" He emphasised.

"They all have GPS now." Stiles explained. "So if he still has it and if it's still on . . . you can find him." He finished hesitantly, meeting the Alpha's eyes.

Peter was silent for a few moments, before a sly smirk covered his face. His lips lowered to Adrian's ear, whispering. "Thank you for being the perfect leverage, my little Necromancer."

And with that, everything went black for Adrian Martin.

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Adrian gasped as he awakened, sitting upright just in time to hear the beeping of a heartbeat monitor. The boy looked around blindly, stopping when he saw a figure stood tearfully over his hospital bed. "Stiles?"

Bolting up from his seat he had been in all night, the hazel eyed boy raced forward and wrapped his arms round him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Adrian clung onto him almost fearfully, eyes wide as they darted around. "What happened? Where's Lydia?"

"Shh, it's okay. She's in a room a few doors down." Stiles informed him, running his fingers through his ginger threads. "You're okay. You're okay." He muttered, more to himself than the boy.

"What happened?" Adrian's voice broke in a whisper, feeling fragile in Stiles' arms. He felt weakened. One minute he thought he was completely fine, then the next his sister was attacked and he was held against his will and now he's here; in a hospital bed with a tearful boyfriend.

Stiles told him everything. He told him about Peter's death, how he's no longer connected to the young Necromancer. He also told him Derek was freed, Allison knew Scott was a werewolf . . . and her aunt Kate was killed; her throat slit by the Alpha before his death. Derek was the one to kill his uncle, making him the Alpha now.

It was all a lot to process, so the hazel eyed boy sat patiently as he waited for Adrian to speak; holding his hand comfortably. And when the redhead did speak, he listened. "I remember when he came into my house. Peter showed me the Hale fire, Stiles . . . and worst of all; I felt it. It felt like I was in there myself; burning to my death."

"He's dead now, Adrian." Stiles calmly told him. "He can't control you anymore."

"But someone else can." Adrian interjected, a serious look in his eyes. "Who can safely say Peter was the only one powerful enough to do that? No one. I don't know control yet, Stiles. I'm weak."

"Then we'll do some more research." Stiles nodded determinedly. "I'll stay up all night if it means you understand what you are."

"Stiles,"

"I need you to be safe, Adrian." The Stilinski boy tearfully sniffled as he kissed his hand, looking down at it as his thumb drew patterns. "You scared me. I-I don't know what I would've done if Peter . . ." He trailed off, neither wanting to speak what they both were thinking.

There was silence amongst them again, Adrian awkwardly staring around the room. "I finally figured out what Thana was trying to tell me at the very beginning. She was speaking Latin."

Stiles leaned forwards, his eyebrows furrowing curiously. "And what did she say?"

"She said 'all God's creatures, you alone shall die'." The Martin recited, looking down at the white hospital bedsheets. "I don't want to be die, Stiles. I don't want to be alone."

"You're not alone." Adrian's head was lifted up so Stiles' eyes connected to his. He sent his boyfriend a gentle smile, eyes glistening over. "You have me, and I will certainly not let you die."

"Even if I'm an asshole who can see dead people?" Adrian weakly asked, smiling slightly as he sniffled.

Stiles chuckled at the same lightness, offering a small nod. "Even if you're an asshole who can see dead people." He bent down and placed a delicate kiss on the back of the Martin's hand, feeling ignited with happiness.

Adrian winced as he shifted around in the hospital bed, scooting so there was more room. Stiles looked at him confusedly, watching as the redhead patted the spot next to him. "Lay with me."

"Are you sure?" The hazel eyed boy questioned. He couldn't help but glance at the door as if someone would walk in that very moment.

"If you really do like me, lay with me."

Stiles blinked, looking at the boy in confusion. "Where have I heard those words before?"

Adrian smirked. "I don't know. Maybe it'll come to you eventually." He patted the empty spot more eagerly, grinning ear to ear.

Stiles slid in eventually, contently wrapping his arms round Adrian's frame as he did the same. A comfortable wave of silence settled between them, and Adrian felt at peace. He felt like all the supernatural crap was gone and dusted . . . for now.

In the mean time, Adrian Martin just wanted to spend some time with Stiles Stilinski, the boy he loved.

Adrian's eyes widened as Stiles kissed his cheek, his mind running up with his thoughts. Crap. He thought, feeling the buzzcut boy snuggle into him more. I'm in love with Stiles Stilinski.

A U T H O R. N O T E
season one is finished! ah! it's a short chapter but that's kind of what i was expecting.

i'm super excited to continue this story with adrian! see you in season two!

GIF MADE BY ME !
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