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Stiles –

Oh my god, I am definitely going to die tonight.

We’re almost at the house in the woods and Derek has not taken his eyes off the road or said a word since we left. I’m actually starting to panic, he’s never been so quiet and I don’t know if saying anything will make it better or worse, plus, I feel kind of nauseous. My head is spinning and my stomach is turning and I think that drinking was a bad plan because now I have no idea what is going on.

I looked over at Derek, his nostrils flaring and eyebrows furiously creased, and gulped. “D…Derek?” I said.

He didn’t reply, like, not even a flinch.

“Derek I just-” I was cut off when he stopped the car suddenly.

We were back at the house and he was already getting out of the car. I figured that he probably wanted me to follow seeing as he brought me here, but maybe that was just taking me away from the situation… whatever that was.

I keep trying to replay everything but it’s like I have a black spot in my brain. I don’t know how much time elapsed inside it but it’s there and it’s driving me crazy! What the hell did he think he saw?

I climbed out quickly and ran after him.  When I got to the door he was already walking up the stairs so I knew where he was probably headed. I ran through the door to the bedroom and looked around but he wasn’t there.

“Derek?!” I called.

The door slammed behind me and I turned to see him standing there, his eyes glowing and his face about a gazillion times as scary as I’ve ever seen it.

“Derek, listen to me, I-” he silenced me by lunging forward, taking my head in his hands and slamming his lips into mine.

It was a painful crushing kiss that could almost have broken teeth and definitely made my lip bleed. His mouth didn’t open, he didn’t move his lips, he just kissed me with his brute force before pulling back and looking at me with his hungry eyes.

If looks could kill I don’t think there’d be anything left of me because the way he was staring as he pulled off his jacket made my heart pound. He reached forward and grabbed my shirt roughly before pulling it over my head without much care and tossing it away. His clawed hand flattened against my chest before he shoved me back onto the bed.

I swallowed hard as he pulled his belt out of the loops and threw it away. I didn’t know what to do with myself so I just scurried back onto the bed and after throwing his shirt on the floor with mine he climbed over me. I could hear the snarling in his breath and for the first time in a long time I felt genuinely scared of what he could do to me.

I could tell that he was only just holding off a shift so his animal side was rampant. His hot lips found my neck and he buried himself there, his tongue gliding over the fast-pumping jugular as his hips ground into mine.

My body couldn’t help but respond, it’s only been eight days but I’ve missed this feeling. I’ve missed having him come after me, not quite as angrily as this, and my body was aching for him to touch more of it.

He rolled me over quickly, clearly there was no time to waste and I wasn’t going to stop him as he began pulling down my jeans. For a moment I was worried that he was going to hurt me, the way he was going if he didn’t slow down I was in for some serious pain but he was the same as ever.

He pressed himself against my entrance and pushed himself in only slightly, my hands balled up the sheets as I tried to keep myself up. As he urged himself deeper I reached back to grab his thigh and dug my nails in. I heard him growl but it wasn’t out of pain.

It was only when our bodies had warmed up to one another that he started to pick up the pace. His quick strides changed into slow forceful thrust as my body felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as he hit the spot that needed him most.

His hand reached around to close on my rigid shaft and I couldn’t help but cry out. My head was spinning before but now it was whirring, making the room feel like it was anywhere but here.

I had to take my hand off Derek to hold myself up as I felt myself nearing a release and when it finally came I heard him growl with content as I tightened around him. It didn’t take him long to join me in ecstasy. He used my shaking body to hold himself up as he recovered from his violent gratification.

When he pulled out of me I collapsed onto the bed and rolled onto my back, my eyes closed as I waited for the room to stop spinning. With a smile plastered on my face I let out a few heavy breaths.

“Well I guess that means that I-” I was cut off by the slamming of the door and when I sat myself up, Derek was gone.

I got up quickly on my unstable legs and buckled up my jeans as I looked for my shirt. I scooped it up off the floor and pulled it over my head as I went looking for Derek. I didn’t have to go far.

He was sitting downstairs on the old wooden table resting his elbows on his knees and looking darkly down at the floor. I just wandered in and stood a few metres in front of him before he spoke in a relatively calm voice.

“You want to explain what happened tonight?” He looked up with an unreadable expression.

“Honestly Derek, I don’t know, I think-”

“How can you not know Stiles? It wasn’t even an hour ago that it happened!” He raised his voice a little.

“I know Derek but it’s like someone had taken an eraser to my brain, I think someone might have spiked the drinks… If I had to say anyone I’d say it was Erica…” I muttered the last bit, figuring that it wasn’t beyond her to do something like that.

“Are you telling me that you’re blaming Erica for the fact that you almost had your tongue down some girl’s throat?” His nostrils flared and I shook my head.

“You know I was being sarcastic about Erica.”

“Pick your moments Stiles because I don’t think this is all that funny.”

“Oh, so you’re not okay with sarcasm at a time like this but you’re perfectly happy to screw me into submission?” I said.

“You’re a trigger Stiles it was that or kill you and while I did consider both of them very carefully I thought I’d go with the one that was easier to clean up!” He growled.

“You don’t have to remind me that I’m just a trigger to you alright? You make that clear enough as it is.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that all I am to you is some little scented doll that you can tote around with you wherever you please and treat however you want!” I said, raising my voice.

“When in the last few weeks have I said to you that all you are to me is a trigger? You’re the one who keeps pasting yourself with that label Stiles. Stop trying to get around the fact that you crossed a line tonight.” He stood up and pointed his finger at me accusingly and I scoffed.

“And what about you and the real estate girl?”

“What about it?!”

“You can flirt with her as much as you want and I’m supposed to just sit back and watch like an obedient little love-hound?” I was starting to get pissed off, he never thought about my feelings, only about how he feels.

He’s selfish and self-absorbed and I was starting to feel like he really did want me to just do what he says and keep quiet, he tells me to shut up enough.

“There’s a difference between friendly banter and grinding yourself into someone else! I’m not talking about your pathetic jealousy here I’m-”

“Oh, so I’m pathetic now?” I threw my hands up and I could see him clenching his fists. “I’m the one who’s pathetic? How about how pathetic it is that you try and defend yourself when I say I’m just a trigger to you but you don’t do anything to make me think otherwise? I mean come on Derek you don’t even know anything about me, not really!” I glared at him accusingly and he sort of stared back with his jaw hanging a little low.

“I don’t know anything about you?” He said.

“No you don’t, you never ask me anything. Go on, tell me something about me.” I challenged.

He relaxed his shoulders and folded his arms. “Your favourite colour is blue-”

“Colour’s a cop out-”

“Your favourite colour is blue, it calms you down when you get too overexcited. You’re starting to grow out your buzz cut, it’s too long for you to be sticking with it and you’ve cut the sides shorter than the top. You get worried that Isaac is going to get in the way of your friendship with Scott because they’re getting so close. He’s like your brother Stiles, he’s not going to forget about you. You worry about your dad when he gets in late, you know how I can tell? Because you stay awake some nights until you hear the car pull up in the driveway just to make sure that he gets home safe.” I swallowed hard again, he wasn’t even flinching between each sentence and his expression was shifting as he spoke. “You’re completely obsessed with your jeep and before you tell me that everyone knows how much you love your jeep just listen. You love that thing because a jeep is the first car your mum ever had and you begged your dad to let you have one for your first because you wanted to feel safe even when you weren’t at home with your dad.” My eyes were watery and my lips were parted.

“How did you…” I said softly.

“I’ve spent some time with your dad Stiles and you tend to be a topic of conversation, plus there’s a picture in your hallway of your mum and dad standing in front of a jeep, it has to have been taken almost twenty years ago. I guess I don’t know anything important about you, huh?” I looked away from him. I couldn’t stand his burning gaze. “So what is it exactly that you know about me, hmm?” He said, to which I replied with silence. “That’s what I thought. So since I’m such a despicable, selfish person I’m going to leave. You can stay here or you can call someone to get you. It’s good to know what you really think of me.” I looked up and into his eyes and all of a sudden it hit me.

Too bad it hit me when he was on his way out. He pushed past me and I tried to grab him but missed.

“Wait… Derek wait!” I called, following him outside.

He didn’t say anything but my heart was racing as I tried to call him back inside. As the cold wind hit me I froze for a moment, only a moment but long enough for him to get into his car and start the engine.

There was no stopping him now, he was off and in little over a few seconds he was gone.

Derek wasn’t angry, and he wasn’t jealous, he was hurt. I saw it in his glassy eyes as he said all of the things that I had made him feel.

Oh my god… I broke Derek Hale.

I didn’t have a car to follow him with, I knew he probably wasn’t going to answer his phone. I called him a few times and left him voicemail messages but I have no confidence that he will call me back.

I am such an idiot! Sometimes I wish if he was feeling like that he would just tell me but he doesn’t… or can't, I don’t know. I just want him to come back so that we can sort this out.

Maybe he just needed time to cool off. I headed into the bedroom to try and get some sleep but it was almost impossible. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that he said and everything that he knew about me. Clearly he was paying more attention to me than I thought he was. Why does he have to be so closed off?

I didn’t sleep much at all, I was worried about him. I had no idea if he was going to do something reckless or what. I guess he can look after himself but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. The look in his eyes when I said all of those things to him gave me a pain in my chest. I instantly knew that I had made a mistake in snapping at him.

It was all so much clearer now; it was me who kept saying that all I was to him was a trigger. I mean maybe at the beginning he had said it but not in a long time.

How am I supposed to know that he actually cares if he does all of his getting to know me in secret?

Like I said, I didn’t get much sleep. I ended up going downstairs to the old couch to try and sleep, even if it was a little cold I didn’t care, I wanted to be right there when Derek got back. It was mid-morning when I stirred after hearing a car pull up outside.

I leapt up and ran to the door, tripping over my feet a few times on the way. “Derek?” I called.

My heart sank when I saw Isaac getting out of the jeep and heading this way.

“Damn it!” I cussed.

I kicked the door frame and ran my hands over my face in frustration.

“He left you here?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah he left me here, we had an argument and he left after I was a jerk-wad, okay? So he’s gone and I don’t know how to find him because he won't answer his phone and I don’t have any supernatural wolfy powers so basically yeah, he’s gone.”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down Stiles. He’ll be back, you know he will.” Isaac said, trying to calm me down.

“You weren’t here.” I mumbled.

“Hey!” Isaac put his hands on my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes. “Take the jeep and go home, change your clothes and have a shower. You kind of stink.” He gave me a weak smile and I sighed, shoving him off me.

I know he was trying to help but I just wasn’t really in the mood.

“I’ll try and track him down okay?” He said warmly.

“Thanks.” I sighed.

“Can I just ask…”

“What is it Isaac?”

“What were you thinking last night? I mean you weren’t acting like yourself at all.” He said.

“I don’t know okay? I can’t really remember it all that well.” My brow furrowed as I tried to scratch through the black nothingness in my memory but it wasn’t doing any good.

“I’m not surprised, whatever was in that punch bowl was pretty terrible.”

“You know you don’t have to try and make me feel better because I screwed up.” I said.

He gave his shoulders a shrug. “I know, but Derek can be a douche so I guess sometimes he needs someone to make him feel… human.”

I thought about that one, he had a good point I guess. “You’re alright Isaac.”

He snorted and shook his head with a smile. “Go home and change okay? I’ll call you if I hear anything.”

I didn’t really want to leave but it’s not like I was much help anyway, besides, I think I’m the last person Derek wants to see.

I took the keys to the jeep and drove it home. I don’t think I was in a good state to drive and I probably almost caused a few accidents but I managed to get home just as my dad was locking up.

“You look like you had a rough night, do I even want to ask?” He smiled as I shuffled past him.

“Not really, no.” He chuckled and gave me a pat on the back before heading to his car.

“Oh, can you tell Derek that I really appreciate him talking to me last night? I don’t think I had the chance to tell him, he was off pretty quickly without much warning. He likes to keep things to himself doesn’t he?”

“Yeah he’s a bit of a- wait, what did you say? He talked to you last night? About what?” I asked.

He looked at me questioningly and I shrugged a little, trying to act casual and failing. “He wanted to make sure that I was alright with him seeing you and… are you okay Stiles?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine, is that all you guys talked about?”

He raised an eyebrow, “I think I know what this is about.”

“You do?” I doubt that.

“Look, son, I don’t care who you’re dating just so long as they treat you right. And as much as I think you’re probably just a tad too young to be getting into a relationship with someone his age, I can see that he is trying to do the right thing by you and by me and I respect that. I don’t want you to feel like you can't come and talk to me if you need anything.” He gave me a little smile and I sighed.

“I know dad.”

“I just wanted you to know that.”

“Thanks.” There was a little bit of an awkward pause before he piped up again.

“So do you know where it is you’re going?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“That was what Derek wanted to talk to me about, he said that you wanted to go away one weekend and he was making sure that I didn’t have a problem with that.” He narrowed his eyes and I just started to feel one hundred times worse.

“Oh, right, sorry I didn’t follow along very well there. Uh, just, the city I guess, you know, a bit of a scenery change.” I lied.

“I think you need some sleep Stiles, I’ll see you tonight.” He said.

“Yeah, probably.” I gave a little wave before trudging up the steps and into the house.

I feel like the world’s biggest asshole right now. Derek went to my dad to make sure that he was okay with everything that was going on. He was making some kind of plan to go away. And me being such a selfish douche-wad ruined it all.

Who’d have thought that Derek would be that kind of guy anyway? I guess he’s right, I don’t really know him that much. At least I know that he cares now, I just hope it’s not too late.

I went up and had a long shower, trying to figure out what the hell to do. The phone was on the counter by the sink but it didn’t go off once, clearly Isaac had no news either.

When I was dressed and there was still nothing I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I waited out the rings until it went to the voicemail and sighed. He was going to have a message box filled with my voice if he didn’t pick up soon.

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Derek sat at the bar in the quiet tavern nursing his drink, the ice in the glass starting to melt. The phone on the counter buzzed and buzzed but he ignored it until it fell silent. There was a short pause before there was another quick buzz.

He picked it up and looked at the screen to see that he now had four voicemails. He knew they were all from Stiles so he called the number to check them.

Hey Derek, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me right now or you would have picked up one of my calls but please can you just give me something? I’m actually kind of worried or… whatever. Derek please call me, I’m stubborn and I can do this for a lot longer than you. But yeah, call me, or just come back or- I’m just going to –

The truth was that Derek did want to hear from him, he wanted to be there with him but he had just revealed to Stiles – and himself – that he had real feelings for him under the guise of the trigger. He knew that this was a bad idea when he started, he never should have let himself give in.

He had tried to convince himself that he was doing all of the little things because that would make it easier to make this trigger thing work but deep down he knew that he was starting to care for Stiles, and it scared him. He couldn’t let himself care so much but he couldn’t just stay away from him now. It wouldn’t be fair to Stiles and he physically couldn’t keep himself away.

The waitress placed another drink in front of him and he looked up at her. “I didn’t order this.” He said bluntly.

“Oh I know, it’s from that man over there.” She pointed to the corner of the room and as he turned he desperately hoped that it wasn’t who he thought it was.

He groaned and turned back to his drink when he saw Peter leaning up against the wall by the pool cues with a cocky little grin on his face.

Peter walked over to take a seat beside Derek who downed his drink in one.

“If I’d have known you were going to drink it that fast I would have bought you two.” He held up two fingers and smiled with a tilt of his head.

“What do you want?” Derek said.

“I think that question is better pondered by you Derek.” He turned to his uncle and glared menacingly, he was in no mood for games. “Better still, you could tell me why you’re still running.”

“I’m not running.” Derek turned back to the bar and stared down into his empty glass.

“Two more please…” Peter said to the waitress with a deceptively charming smile before looking back to his nephew. “You have a habit of doing so, you ran after what happened with Kate, probably better for you that you did, you ran away with Laura after the fire, and I suppose you remember running after the incident with Paige-”

“Alright.” Derek said through gritted teeth. “What is your point?”

“Did you really think that getting into things with a teenage boy was going to make everything better? Did you think it would fix you?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On whether I thought I was broken or not.”

“And the prognosis is?”

“I don’t need to be fixed.” Derek said, taking the drink straight from the stunned waitress’ hand and downing it again.

“Well you clearly don’t know how to build healthy relationships.” Peter said, staring at the three empty glasses on the counter.

“What is it that you want?” Derek snapped.

“I have an idea for you; now bear in mind, the details aren’t finalised but-”

“Can you get to the point?” He growled.

Peter put his hands up submissively and smiled. “We need to leave Beacon Hills. This place is holding you back, not to mention the fact that you’re still living in that run down old shack in the forest.”

“I just bought a new place.”

“Well sell it, you and I can start fresh somewhere else where there aren’t any painful memories hanging around. Besides, do you really think that anything good can come from falling for a trigger?” Derek didn’t say anything; he just turned his face away from Peter and sighed. “There’s a reason we’re supposed to stay away from them. He’s human, he could never understand what it means to be what you are, and you’ve been scorned too many times for it to matter. Not to mention the tiny detail that you could kill him, but that boy seems to have a penchant for getting himself into painful situations. Think about it Derek.” Peter went to clap him on the shoulder but thought twice and left Derek alone at the bar with a mind full of things to think about.

It was late afternoon and Stiles still hadn’t heard anything back from Derek, and Isaac had called him once to tell him that he had no news. Stiles didn’t expect Isaac to keep searching but the whole pack was onto it now; somehow the loss of their alpha wasn’t sitting too well. Even Jackson was out trying to find him.

Stiles hated the fact that he couldn’t do anything, how could he? He could drive around trying to find him but Derek would get one whiff of his scent and he’d be gone. At least the others could follow his scent to a degree. Stiles rubbed his eyes as he sat on the downstairs couch. Why couldn’t he remember it? He was more than frustrated now and the fact that he could lose Derek because of it made him feel sick.

There was a knock on the door that made him jump up and race over to it. As he wrenched it open he felt kind of stupid because Derek would never knock, he would just come in through the window. He felt even worse when he saw who was standing at the door.

“Oh god, what are you doing here?” He groaned when he saw Peter smiling at him from the porch.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in Stiles?” He said.

“No, and I repeat, what are you doing here?”

“Well I did come here to give you some news about Derek but seeing as you seem so disinterested in talking to me-”

“What?!” Stiles said, closing his eyes and counting to ten so that he didn’t try and strangle the crazy twice-dead werewolf standing in front of him.

He smiled in that serial-killer-gone-crazy-uncle way that he does so well and tilted his head a little to the side. “I suppose you’ve figured out that Derek has… somewhat of a passion for running when things get difficult.”

“This is going to be one of those ‘read between the lines’ things isn’t it?” Stiles groaned.

“He’s a tough one to crack you know, and he doesn’t forgive easily.”

“Are you smiling right now?” Stiles was getting a brain-ache from the mixed signals that he was getting from Peter but he just ignored Stiles’ comments.

“You just need to keep pushing him to tell you about him. He can be quite secretive if you leave him to it.” Peter said, knowing full well that Derek doesn’t respond well to being pushed. “I suppose that’s just because of all the things that he’s dealt with in his past experiences of… what exactly would you call the two of you?”

“I know that he blames himself for what happened at the house because of Kate, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” Stiles said.

Peter nodded. “He wouldn’t say much about that out loud I don’t expect, he probably says even less about Paige.” He paused, waiting.

Stiles’ brow furrowed. “Who’s Paige?” He asked.

Peter gave him a look and pretended to think of a response. “Oh, so he hasn’t told you about her?”

“Obviously not, who is she?”

Peter smiled. “Maybe you should ask him about her.” He turned to look down the road and Stiles followed his gaze but saw nothing. “Someone is driving this way; I think that’s my cue to leave.”

“Wait, you said you had news about… Derek.” Stiles shook his head as Peter disappeared stealthily around the back of the house.

He was about to shut the door when he saw a car approaching and his heart skipped a beat. The black Camaro pulled up out the front of his house and Derek stepped out. Stiles swallowed and started breathing faster.

Derek’s expression was unreadable and for a moment they just stood staring at one another from a distance. Stiles’ lips were parted and he was scared of what Derek was about to say. He said nothing, he just let his dark brow soften and start walking towards the house. Stiles wasn’t about to wait for him so he ran from the door and straight into Derek’s arms.

The collision almost made Derek lose his balance and for a second he didn’t move but when he heard Stiles’ beating heart start to slow he wrapped his arms around him. Stiles had his face nestled into Derek’s neck and his hands clinging furiously to his back and sides.

The stood there for a moment, gently swaying and not saying a word, until Derek tilted his head down to find Stiles’ lips in a tender embrace that settled both of their heartbeats into one slow-beating rhythm that matched perfectly.

“Derek… I’m so-”

“Shh…” Derek said with another peck of his lips. “Don’t say anything.”

“But I-”

“Stiles, you don’t have to say anything, really.” Stiles nodded, knowing that Derek didn’t really want to talk about this anymore.

The pulled themselves apart from one another to walk into the house and as Stiles stepped ahead Derek did something that he didn’t often do. He reached out and grabbed Stiles by the hand, lacing their fingers together tightly. Stiles looked down at their hands for a second before pulling Derek with him into the house.

Neither of them wanted to do much other than be in the company of the other. Derek was exhausted after having had no sleep all night so they lay together in Stiles’ bed for a while. When he saw that Derek was drifting off to sleep he pulled the blanket up over him and rested his head against his back, listening to the steady heartbeat that he had been so afraid to lose.

He didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but one thing kept playing on his mind; why had Peter come to see him, and how did Paige help to make Derek the man he is now?

He nuzzled Derek lightly as the reality of how tired he was set in and his eyes fluttered slowly closed, the soft beat of Derek’s heart echoing in his ears like a lullaby.