Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
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04 Dec 2021
When Derek comes to, his head hurts.
No, hurts is the wrong word. It's not strong enough. His head feels like it's being split in two, down the middle. His ears are ringing, and his vision is blurred.
But despite it all, strong and crisp and clear, is the underlying scent of home, pack, and mate.
Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn't need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.
Stiles wakes up in a hospital with strange wounds, his head hurting, and no memory of how he got there.
Come to think of it, he doesn't even remember his own name.
Myocardial contusion: literal crushing and bruising of one's heart.
There's an accident. All Stiles can remember is how the handsome guy sitting next to his hospital bed makes him feel. And that the accident happened at a wedding. Which means...