Well “officer” if thats even your real name,
I need drunk Derek to say this to Sheriff like NOW
Commissioned by Ine for the SC fanfiction auctions! Thank you for helping the wolves <3 I promise there’s a happy ending!
“You’re bleeding.” The words were soft, rasping over the crumpled tunnel walls.
“I’m fine,” Stiles groaned, pressing his hand to his temple. The world listed severely to the right and he closed his eyes. It wasn’t like he could see anything but the low glow of Derek’s eyes anyway. “We need to get out.”
He heard Derek shifting, the quick gasp of breath through his nose. “There is no out,” he said. It sounded like resignation and all of Stiles’ red flags rose.
Stiles managed to scoot into an upright position. “What do you mean there’s no out?”
“I mean, the quake collapsed parts of the tunnel,” Derek replied. Stiles couldn’t see him, but he could see the faint reflection from his eyes against the far wall- the far wall which should have been an open tunnel. Both walls should have been open tunnels and were instead solid piles of rocks and dirt. “We’re a little closed in right now.”
“You said we would be fine!” Stiles breathed out, his stomach twisting up. “You said-“
“I know what I said,” Derek cut him off. “I’m working on it.”
Stiles could hear Derek scrabble claws down the dirt and the cascade of pebbles that followed. They could try to dig their way out, but there was no telling how far the collapse of the tunnels went. There was the obvious solution of up, but Derek had pointed out that neither of them could actually touch the ceiling, much less dig another ten feet vertically. Stiles was willing to try anyway, until Derek added that doing so could collapse what little space they still had.
“We’re going to die down here,” Stiles said, leaning back against the wall again.