The Bite (Teen Wolf)

[CeruleanBlue]

I'm new here and new at writing sneezefics, so sorry if I'm bad at this! Anyway, here's part one:

 

 

Scott ran through the woods. He could smell blood and fear. Stiles's blood. Stiles's fear. Scott ran faster. He looked up to see a stretch of road, and back down to find Stiles's Jeep. He approached the smoking vehicle. Stiles was in the driver's seat, his head and nose bleeding. Oh, god, Scott thought. He took his hoodie off and tied the sleeve around his friend's head, trying to stop the bleeding. He heard a soft whimper. "Stiles?" he said.

"Sc'tt...?" was the barely audible reply.

"Hey, hey, don't try to speak. Don't try to speak. Look, I'm going to get you to the hospital, okay?" Scott murmured, panic dripping from his voice even though he tried to keep it steady. He got Stiles out of his car and held him in his arms, ready to race to the hospital. The hospital which was worryingly far away.

"Th'nks f'r b'ng m' b'st fr'nd..."

Scott could hear Stiles's heartbeat slow and slow. "Don't talk. You're going to be fine." And slow. "St-Stiles?"

And stop.

"Stiles?" Scott whispered. He couldn't hear a heartbeat or breathing. In a panic, Scott decided to try his last resort. He bit Stiles on the shoulder. And he waited...

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Scott stared blankly at Stiles. His thoughts drifted back. He had been listening closely, yet somehow had been unable to focus. Something about some jerk and suddenly going over the edge. He was lost in his thoughts. In the present, Stiles was pacing around anxiously.

"It... gets better," Liam offered hesitantly. 

Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, definitely going to listen to that coming from you," he replied. Liam raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I'd rather not almost kill people -- what is this, now? The 50 billionth time or so?" he clarified.

"Hey, I have it worse, okay?" Liam admonished.

"Oh, yeah, 'cause I'm totally fine, myself. Anxiety issues, anyone? Ring a bell?"

"Well, to be fair, I'd say anger issues are worse than anxiety issues," Isaac chimed in, earning a glare from Stiles. "In-in this case..." he added. It was Liam's turn to glare. Isaac shrugged and went back to simply watching.

"If I can learn control, then you can too," Liam reminded.

"'If *you* can learn control,' oh, you've got to be kidding me," Stiles said, laughing. "Oh, wait, you're serious?" he asked. Liam gave a warning growl. "What, going for the 50 billionth and one time? See? You've got zero control. Zero. Nada, zip, zilch, nothing," he taunted.

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!" Liam snapped. Stiles took a step closer.

"Yeah? You want to bet?" He pushed Liam. The latter's eyes glowed yellow. "Come on," Stiles prompted. Liam's claws extended, and Stiles grabbed his hand roughly and presented it. "Proving my point."

"Guys... this is a bad idea. Let's all just calm down and--" Isaac attempted to help.

"Shut up, Scarves," Stiles interrupted. Isaac bit his lip and sighed. "Now, you going to fight me? You going to lose it -- again? C'mon, are you a wolf or are you a puppy?" he provoked, rubbing absentmindedly at his tickling nose. Liam growled, showing his fangs. Scott snapped back to reality. "Hh... D-do it," Stiles teased, although his breath wavering caused the comment to lose some of its sharpness. "Heh... hEKTshh!" he sneezed suddenly, attempting at covering and failing, the spray ending up on Liam's face. Liam lunged at him. Suddenly Scott was between them, separating them.

"Liam! Stiles! Calm down!" Scott yelled. The two newest members of the pack growled in reply. Stiles's eyes glowed yellow.

"They're being *completely* unreasonable right now, can't even reason with them," Isaac told Scott bitterly.

"Isaac, not helping!" Scott pointed out.

"You know, Tuesday's a full moon. Today's Sunday," Isaac recalled.

"Still not helping!" Scott said. Suddenly, Liam shoved Scott to the side and went after Stiles, who did the same. Scott roared at them. An alpha roar. Isaac flinched and instinctively took a step back against the wall. Liam whimpered, and both he and Stiles shifted back human and let themselves fall against the wall. Scott sighed in relief. There was silence for a moment, before Stiles's nose started acting up again.

"Eh... Heh... Heh... Heh-eskshhiew! Ehhh... Hehshhh!" Stiles sneezed into his elbow. He sniffled. Scott gave him a look.

"Wait, Stiles, are you still sick?..." Scott asked warily. Stiles shrugged.

"I... dond't kdnow." His nose was still stuffed up, yet runny; his throat was still sore; and he still felt tired in a sick way. "I guess so, yeah," he replied.

"I thought... werewolves couldn't *get* sick?" Liam asked. Isaac nodded and gestured to Liam in agreement.

"... I'm going to call Derek," Scott announced. He pulled out his phone and called Derek. "Derek! Are-are werewolves... supposed to get sick?... Stiles is sick... I had to bite him -- it's a long story... Yeah... Okay, thanks," he said, hanging up. "Derek's coming," he declared. As soon as he said that, Derek appeared. He scanned Stiles.

"Was he sick when you bit him?" Derek asked.

"Y-yeah, I had a code," Stiles replied stuffily. "Habe a code," he corrected.

"It's rare, but sometimes when the host of a virus is bitten, it mutates to affect both humans and werewolves," Derek explained.

"That doesn't sound too bad," Scott said, relieved.

"It isn't, at first. It gets worse. Much worse," Derek added. Liam moved away from Stiles.

"So, it's just Stiles, right?" Scott asked.

"No. It becomes highly contagious. The onset is quick -- we'll know if anyone else became infected soon," Derek said.

"Ahh-hisshhiew!" As if on cue, Liam sneezed, his head bobbing forwards. He gave a confused, almost surprised glance up at Derek. Derek raised his eyebrows.

"We need to quarantine them before we all get infected," Derek cautioned.

"Them?" Liam asked meekly.

"Yes. Stiles and you," Derek said firmly.

"But I'm -- I'm not sick, I'm fine," Liam protested, earning skeptical glances from each of the others. He coughed into his hands a few times.

"Yeah, you're dhe bicdure of heald," Stiles remarked sarcastically.

"At least I can say 'picture' and not 'bicdure'," Liam retorted.

"Guys, stop it!" Scott said, silencing them both.

"This room is already contaminated -- we should leave them here," Derek suggested.

"Leave them here, meaning...?" Stiles asked.

"Meaning neither of you leaves, and we'll bring you supplies," Derek clarified.

"Wait, but this is my bedroom," Scott realized.

"Yes," Derek replied matter-of-factly.

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A short time later, Stiles and Liam were both lying on Scott's -- er -- on their temporary bed. "Sorry," Stiles murmured almost inaudibly.

"For what?" Liam asked.

"For... eardlier. Dhad was sdubid. I was jusd freagkigg oud," he replied.

"Oh... Hey, I'm sorry too."

"Add... I'b sorry for gedding you sigk," he added.

"It's fine. I don't really c-huhhh... care -- aatchiew!" he sneezed, ending up accidentally head butting Stiles.

"I care, sidce abbareddly dhad eards be a head idjury," Stiles replied.

"Sorry," Liam said sheepishly.

"Oh, by god, we'be god do sdob abologidigg. Dhad's, ligke, dhe fourd id half a bidude!" he exclaimed.

"Dude, I can barely understand you," he said.

"All righd, all righd," he gave up. He blew his nose, which he had been putting off because it tended to make him -- "Hehh... Hehh... Hhh... hehhhhh-Hetchuh! Heh-HESHHUH! Ihh..." he sneezed. "Ih... Hihhh..." He rubbed at his nose in an attempt to alleviate the lingering tickle. It didn't help. His breath continued hitching, Liam watching him with a mild curiosity. Liam was so distracted that he didn't notice a sneeze of his own coming on.

"Essshiew!" he sneezed with zero warning, head butting Stiles a second time.

"ITSCHH! ATSCHH!" The shock seemed to unlock Stiles's sneeze. Rubbing at his nose and his head, he shot Liam a glare. "You are hobpeless, you kndow thad, righd?" He sounded a bit better after blowing his nose.

"... Am I allowed to apologize, or...?" Liam asked, coughing into his fist harshly.

"Jusd stobp hidting mbe in the head. Please?" Stiles requested exasperatedly.

"Won't happen again."

"Idt bedter dnot. I'mb going to gedt a freagking condcussiond fromb this." He looked back over at Liam and only just realized that the smaller boy was shivering. "You cold?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, kinda..." Liam replied.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "All righd, combe here," he said, holding out his arms gesturing for Liam to come closer. Liam hesitated before cuddling against Stiles and having warm arms wrapped around him. "Bedter?" 

Liam nodded and buried his face into Stiles's chest. It wasn't long before that unfortunately familiar feeling returned, and a sharp itch suddenly entered Liam's nose. His breath hitched a bit and he rubbed his nose against Stiles's shirt. Luckily, that seemed to work, and the itch felt like it would leave, so Liam stopped. Stopping was not a good idea. "Isshh! Hishoo! Itsch!" he sneezed into Stiles's shirt. He sniffled. "Sorry..." he said, burying his face again.

"Idt's okay," Stiles reassured. Liam coughed harshly, not bothering to move. "You're really ndot doing too well, are you?" he asked.

"Ndot really," Liam murmured.

"This doesnd't mbake sendse -- shouldnd't I be the worsdt onde, sidnce I was sigk firsd and I'mb a dnewer wolf?" Stiles pondered aloud. He felt Liam shrug. He sighed and patted Liam on the back gently. He felt Liam drift off to sleep.

[VividBubbles!]

I'm not usually one for AUs but I'm really interested in this. Sick Stiles plus a super contagious werewolf cold? Sign me up!  I'm excited to read more.

[CeruleanBlue]

Thanks!!

And thank you also for saying the word "AU" and reminding me that I forgot >_< to say two things: Isaac didn't go to France in this, and this is set in season 4.

[ThatSneezyGirl]

I love this!! 

[SuperWhoWolfImmortals]

I love this! Nice job! I hope you continue it if you ever have time!

[CeruleanBlue]

Sorry I haven't updated -- I've been really busy. I'll work on it more soon, promise!

Thanks for reading, SneezyGirl and SuperWhoWolfImmortals!

By the way, I love your signature, SuperWhoWolfImmortals. And your username. I love Doctor Who and Supernatural and Teen Wolf (obviously that last one).

[SuperWhoWolfImmortals]

Yay! And thanks  Its kind of unusual to find someone who loves all three