The Ward(2)

“What’s your real name?” He asked looking through all the papers, “That’s classified information,” Stiles slipped, when he realized what he said he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. He stared down at his fingers, toying with them. “I see,” The man says. “You’ve been here for -”

“8 months and 7 days,” Stiles said, cutting him off. “Right, and you’ve been having sessions with Dr. McCall,” He glance up at Stiles, “Yeah,” He mumbled.
“I’m Dr. Hale,”

*********

Stiles snuck glances at this Dr. Something about him, something.  Dr. Hale continued to read through, “What really drove them to put a boy like you,” He paused and set his hands on the file “To an insane asylum,” Dr. Hale studies his hands for a moment then looks back up to Stiles.

“You read the file, your he doctor,” Stiles lazily pointed at the papers protruding from the yellow folder. Stiles noticed a few photo’s of his friend, his mother, and his father. But none of him, well maybe there was one, but it wasn’t he ones he’d want to be shown around. “I am a Doctor, but that doesn’t mean I know everything, I just study what I see, what I hear,” He stares at Stiles.

Stiles fidgets in his seat, he’s leaned back into his chair with his hands laid on his stomach. “Listen, Doc,” Stiles shuts his eyes, “Human behavior isn’t something you can learn, I’ve dealt with what I had to, I was put here because Ms. McCall thought I would kill myself,” Stiles closed his eyes and sighed heavily. An uncomfortable silence took place. Neither wanted to really say anything; But things needed to be figured out. “Stiles, you don’t belong in here,” Dr. Hale voiced, sounding concerned with the boy, “You know, when you place a person on a bridge and tell them to jump, there is an 80% chance that they will,” Stiles answers.

“Because they believe that they’re just a waste of space, and no one needs them,” Stiles opens his eyes and looks at his hands, “Same with putting someone in a box,” He glanced up at Dr. Hale, “you put them there tell them that they’re crazy . . . Eventually they start to believe it,” Stiles leaned forward almost inches away from the Doctors face, “You,” Stiles whispered “You’re in pain,”

The doctor raised an eyebrow, “And you came up with that how?” He humored Stiles. “Why else would you be a profiler an in FBI case,” Stiles said under his breath “Doc,”

The doctor leaned back in his chair, taken back from what he’d just heard. Stiles stayed put and watched carefully. The older man seemed to contemplate what he should say, “Derek,” he finally said, “How could you possibly know that?” He rubbed a hand under his nose and down to his chin.

Stiles looked into the man’s eyes, carefully studying the sight of them. “You’re here to see if I was really-” Stiles mad air quotes “Crazy,” Derek sighed “I came here to see if the rumors were true, and to evaluate you,” Derek seemed slightly ashamed of his purpose there.

“And your evaluation is?” Stiles raised an eyebrow. Derek is quiet, he reads over the papers “You aren’t crazy, never were you crazy,”

Stiles eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re grieving, and what Dr. McCall did, and keeping you in here -” He stopped himself, “You’re going home, Mr. Stilinski,” Derek closed the file and looked up at the boy; his eyes filled with tears; but not falling from where they sit on his bottom lids. “I’ll personally escort you out of this place and back home,” Derek stands up and hits the glass window behind him.

“There’s a catch,” Stiles says, “What is it?” Stiles watch the man’s back become rigid and tight, “I’ll explain it all when I take you home,” The door is swung open.

*****

Stiles took his time getting his things, but now he stood in front of the door. The doors that lead to the outside world; Derek was talking to the attendant by the door, Stiles watch carefully. He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and waited for his call.

Derek eventually called him over.  It was strange, getting into a car that screamed ‘I’m making more money than I can handle.’ A beautiful black Camaro; not to mention that he was sitting in the passenger seat next to the world’s hottest man. It’s weird.

“You’re my partner,” Derek said, sounding rather strained. Like all he wanted to do was break that really uncomfortable silence. “I won’t work for the people that did this to me,” Stiles said as he stared out the passenger window. Derek looked him over then stared at the road as he made his way back into Beacon Hills. It was a long ride and Stiles was tired. He’d just been pulled out of a place he hated, a place that took all his sanity.

“I won’t,” Stiles says lowly, “We need someone like you, Stiles,” Derek offers, throwing him a glance. Stiles doesn’t answer, he sits in silence the rest of the way. It seemed to make Derek very comfortable, his shoulders seemed rigid and on the edge. It rubbed off on Stiles, making him feel wary of the situation. “Is this it?” Derek asked as he pulled in front of Stiles home—well his dad’s old home.

“You know exactly that this is my Dad’s home,” Stiles says swinging open the door. “I just needed to make sure,” Derek tightens his grip on the wheel. “Just-” Stiles stopped himself, he got out of the car and pulled his backpack out and leans in a little.

“Just leave me alone,” He steps back and slams the door shut. He was waiting to hear him drive off, but the sound didn’t come until he was inside.

Stiles locked the door and took a deep breath. He turned around slowly; the house was empty and dark. He looked around, hoping for his father, his embrace. And it was far from happening; Stiles kept his eyes low and just headed upstairs to his bedroom.

If nightmare were a figment of a creative imagination, then Stiles was far beyond having them. His nightmares weren’t figments, let alone part of his imagination. They were memories, horrible and brutal memories. They were all too real; it was like someone out there wanted to make sure he didn’t forget what happened.

It was hard for him to sleep. It was hard for him to do anything. Stiles stared at the dust covered laptop, maybe he can search up some remedies for sleep. Because he was in dire need of it; but he settled into his old bed and shut his eyes; letting his breathing and the sound of his heart drift him to sleep. Finally, he found a small peace of mind.

      *******

Derek huffed as he pulled into his non-existent driveway; the Hale home was just nestled within the Beacon Hills forest. As he turned off the engine, he sat in silence. Those eyes, those beautiful, pain filled, chocolate brown eyes. They imprinted into his mind without his permission. Derek loosened his grip on his steering wheel and leaned into his seat. He exhaled loudly, “Jesus,” He said under his breath.

Derek looked over the passenger, where just moments ago a young man sat. His being filling the now lonely car; He pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure what his assignment was anymore. It was just one meeting, just one ordinary boy. Nothing special; besides his long lashes that were totally contrasted against that freckled pale skin. Besides those slim fingers that wouldn’t sit still, besides those eyes that were painstakingly deep.

“Stop it,” Derek mumbled, he shut his eyes for a moment seeing the boy through closed lids. “Fuck,” He opened his eyes lazily and opened his door. There was no point in trying to hide it, he wasn’t perusing the boy. He hardly knows him anyway.