Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I don't make any profits. It still needed to be done.
He was going to die. Derek was literally going to kill him slowly and painfully and there would be blood everywhere and his dad would have to investigate and when everyone found out what the motive was they would all roll their eyes because he freaking deserved it.
He leaned against the outside of the door and panted, praying that somehow God would save him from his own stupidity.
A fist pounded the wood behind his head and he whimpered. "Stiles! Let us out now."
Shit. He was growling.
"Stiles? Dude, open the door," Scott called.
Stiles wanted to. Really. Because if he opened the door this very second he might be able to get on his knees and plead forgiveness. Derek might break his face or beat the crap out of him and let him live.
There was another snarl from the closet and Stiles flinched away.
Nope, not gonna happen. He backed away from the door warily as if Derek might be able to smash it to pieces now that there weren't a hundred forty pounds of nerd leaned against it.
"Stiles? Come on."
"Sorry, Scott, I can't let you out. For one, I haven't written my will yet and for two, you haven't solved your issues."
There was a pause.
"What issues?"
Stiles snorted because really Scott? "Ask Derek."
They lapsed into silence again as Scott whispered furiously behind the door.
Oh yeah, the irony was not lost on Derek. Stiles knew that he knew that Stiles knew his secret and now Stiles knew that Derek knew what this was about.
A hand slammed onto the door again and Stiles freaking pleaded that Scott was not as dense today as he usually was.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Stiles ran and did not come back. After a couple of hours he gave the keys to Danny and made a quick retreat to visit his father at the sheriff's station where there were guns and cameras.
The next day he cautiously entered the local diner where the Pack was eating lunch. All heads spun to him and he breathed more easily when he realized Derek wasn't with them.
"So…How's things?"
Scott gave him a shy, happy smile and Stiles heard the cries of victory in his head.
"Good. Derek and I had a talk so….Things are good."
A hand clamped onto Stiles's shoulder and he released a terrified shriek. Derek smirked at him in amusement and slowly but surely patted his shoulder. Stiles gaped wordlessly until he realized his limbs were actually still intact.
Derek's smirk widened and he leaned in so that they stood cheek to cheek with Derek's lips beside his ear.
"Next time, I rip your throat out."
Then he pulled away and took the spot closest to Scott, folding his arm across the other man's shoulder.
Stiles stared a moment in shock. Not dead. Score!