I'VE REVISED THIS CHAPTER!

A/N: How exciting! My first Sterek fic! This should be fun… Keep in mind the main characters are Stiles and Derek, so some major characters may act as minor ones. (But that may change according to your guys' feelings towards the fic in the reviews!)

This first chapter will be a sort of recap of events happening during the finale, but with more "behind-the-scenes" thoughts and feelings going through the characters mixed with some new original ideas and twists and turns of the plot. :)

A/N Pt. 2:

Well, after seeing what a giant mess I've made last year with writing this fanfic, I've decided to update it and make it somewhat enjoyable to read, as well as more relatable. There's more twists, and yes, I did write this last year, but now I've changed and I'm ready to try at this again!

Warning: Major spoilers from the Season 4 Finale. Get to watching the show, if you're not there yet! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

Crazed

Chapter 1

"Hey," Derek stared up at Stiles, "hey." He waited until Stiles was looking into his eyes, even if it was from afar. "Save him." Stay, he couldn't say it out loud, please stay.

Stiles could barely manage a small nod, even though he didn't want to leave him. But he knew Derek was with Braeden. In fact, she was what he needed. She was the one helping him, holding his hand… he should've been the one to comfort Derek… he should've been the one to save him. Derek… not Scott. Stiles thought of himself as a bad friend, but he couldn't care less about Scott right now. Saving Scott wasn't exactly his top priority, knowing he is a True Alpha anyway. He knew it seemed heartless and he felt guilty for thinking so, but, Derek was dying. Derek was all that mattered. Derek was always all that mattered.

As Stiles was half-running, half-walking to the door of La Iglesia, he stopped in his place. He looked back, and finally realized this was the last time he would see Derek. He didn't want to go… But he knew Derek couldn't know about him. He said a silent goodbye to the hurt and bleeding Derek, and turned back around, before he could change his mind. However, it was too late for his mind to remain constant. He stopped in his place, looking over Derek from behind a rock.

Derek groaned in pain. He didn't want to be hurt like this. He didn't want Stiles to see him like this; helpless, unable to heal, dying… actually dying before his eyes. All he had now was Braeden next to him, crying. "She was right," he said to a silently crying Braeden, "Lydia… I'm the key to the third list. I'm dying." Banshees don't predict danger; they predict death, he remembered himself saying, and found himself repeating it in his head.

Stiles wanted to run back and hug him. He wanted to heal him… He wanted to comfort him, just as he was the one to always do so. He wanted to explain everything. Ever since that first day they met. "This is private property," Derek had said to him and Scott. Scott. Scott. The name was being repeated in his head, so he could focus on his best friend (nothing else) and trying to break him away from the Berserker he's become. He had almost killed Kira, if it weren't for her newly discovered healing powers. But Stiles was running towards Derek now. He was determined to be there for him.

When he gets there, Derek yells with the minimal power he has left, "What are you doing over here?" "You need to be with Scott!"

"They're better off anyway, I'm only human. Braeden," Stiles looks at Braeden, whose face left Derek's shoulder, "you should go after them. You may be human, too, but at least you've got guns." Stiles joked with a half-smile while he was on the verge of crying.

"Only you would make jokes at times like these, Stiles," Braeden replied, "either way, I'm not leaving Derek. Not when he's like this…"

"Go," Derek hesitated.

"What?"

"Go. I'll be fine. They need you. You can take on anything and you sure as hell know a Berserker is one of them."

"But –"

"Go," Derek exclaimed, "you're wasting time."

"I love you," Braeden cried as she hugged him, "you're not dying, I'm not gonna let that happen."

Derek barely works up the strength to a silent laugh and gestures her to go with a firm nod.

As Braeden runs away with her shotguns, Stiles goes ahead and sits down next to Derek. "You're not dying are you?"

Derek doesn't respond, just struggles to breathe through the pain. He wanted Stiles to put his arm around him, but it wasn't the time.

"I don't want you to die," Stiles silently said.

"You think I like being mortal?"

"No. Maybe? I do."

"Why?" As Derek says it, Stiles looks up from the floor he's been staring at into Derek's eyes.

"Because," Stiles struggled, his heart was beating really hard, "it makes me vulnerable. It leaves me open to all kinds of emotions."

"And you like that?"

"Yeah. Pain, happiness, sadness, anger, grief, heartache, heartbreak," Stiles tried to continue.

"I've felt all of those things and I'm a werewolf."

"love." Stiles ignored him.

There was a moment of silence, but they were both looking into each other's eyes still. Derek's breathing was getting worse and Stiles wanted to take it all away, but he couldn't.

"It's not the same, Derek," Stiles exclaimed.

"I'm dying," Derek assured him, "doesn't that count?" Stiles simply looks at the ground again and gets tearful once more. But he puts his left arm around Derek's shoulder and they sit there, with Derek in pain and Stiles looking away, trying to savor the moment, knowing Derek could well be gone.

"I have to tell you something," Derek said, "in case I don't make it."

"Stop saying that…" Stiles replied, a few of his tears hitting the ground before he lifted his face towards Derek.

"You have to know…" Derek said. Stiles was scared, he didn't know what to expect. He removed his arm and sat upright.

"You have to know that," Derek struggled, "Scott is your pack. You need to take care of him." Stiles looked back at the ground, but Derek kept following his face. "He may be a Berserker right now, but a True Alpha never loses identity. When he's back, tell him that I'm proud of what he became over the years, and who he's going to become."

"Derek. You can tell him that yourself, because you're not going to die," Stiles assured him, as he continued to look at the ground. "No matter how much you keep saying it, you're not going to die. Because you're not a mortal, Derek. You're a werewolf. You're a friggin' werewolf. No one can have what you have. You're an alpha that gave your power up to save Cora, Derek… You didn't let that power consume you," Stiles looks up at Derek whose eyes were closed, "and you won't let the pain consume you eit—"

Silence. Nothing but endless thoughts of regret and guilt in Stiles' head.

"Derek," Stiles whimpered, "Derek! This isn't funny, okay! Derek wake up," Stiles shouted as he had his hands clasped onto his shirt. "Derek, please… There's so much I never got to tell you," Stiles cries over the dead wolf's chest.

It wasn't long before Stiles was broken up from the hug. As he was pulled up, his screaming of "no!" and his hands reaching out to Derek in the air were avoided by whoever was pulling him. It was no other than Parrish.

"Your dad would kill me if I'd let the gunfire get to you. Go. Hide," Stiles continued to cry silently, "Now!" The scream from Parrish caused him to go hide behind a few more rocks so he can avoid the gunfire with Kate and Chris and the other Berserkers there. He was too depressed to watch the fight. He kneels down and puts his hands over his face and continues to cry. Alone. No one to help him get through it. He was so isolated that he did not lift his head up for 5 minutes. As he did, Derek was no longer where he was. Stiles tried to go out from behind the rock to see where the body had gone, and who had moved it. He had enough of this shit, and he was getting really angry. As he went out in the open, a gunshot flew past him that made him turn around and run back as fast as he could. Out of nowhere, a black wolf jumped at the guy who shot at Stiles and it ripped his throat out. Stiles was amazed at what he was seeing.

Meanwhile…

"It's Scott," Kira tries to assure the gang as she sees them fighting with a Berserker. It was Scott, all right. His tattoo revealed it all. As Malia tried to stab Scott, Kira cut the horn in half with her katana, and screamed "Scott's the Berserker!"

As everyone was startled by the news, they all stood in place, shocked. Scott, or the Berserker Scott, attacked them all, dropping them to the floor. He held up Liam, nearly choking him. Liam reasoned with Scott, assuring him that he was not a monster. Not all monsters do monstrous things.

At that, Scott broke away the Berserker mask, and became his True Alpha self once more. He then recalled that Peter was the one in charge of the dead pool and manipulating Meredith, the Benefactor, and is still a very psychotic wolf. One that still believes he is the Alpha. Scott pushed, Peter pushed back. They kept going at it like the wild animals they both were. Scott ended up punching Peter into next week, as Stiles would think. But, Stiles has missed all of this action. Braeden runs out of La Iglesia to try and catch up with Derek.

As Stiles came out from behind the rock at last, he saw the black wolf biting and growling at Kate Argent. He looked over at where Derek was laying before, and saw Braeden, crying alone, with Derek still nowhere to be found. He ran towards Braeden before he stopped in his tracks. He saw the black wolf transform into Derek. He was… naked. Stiles stood there, in awe, with a dropped jaw. He quickly turned around and ran back into the cave. He caught himself looking back at Derek, but continued to look away. He couldn't deal with the guilt from seeing him naked. As he ran back, he bumps into Scott, who carefully manages to not fall and catch Stiles. Stiles played it off as if he was trying to tell them something exciting. "It's Derek!" Stiles exclaimed. "He's alive!"

"Oh my God. You're alive!" Stiles hugged his best friend and let go in a matter of seconds because of the scene happening behind them.

As Stiles moved out of the way for Scott to see, he turned around with the gang and gave a silent sigh of relief at the sight of Derek clothed. After Stiles filled Kira in with how Derek was stabbed by a Berserker, they all caught up with Braeden and Derek. Chris had gone off to chase Kate. "You're okay," Scott said. "Yeah, I was evolving," Derek replied. He flashed a smile at the gang, but mostly towards Stiles, who was too busy looking at the ground. Stiles felt extremely desolate. He was still the only human between all of them, but that wasn't why he felt so alone. He had a connection with Derek. A connection no one could explain – not even the two of them. Stiles didn't want to just stand there.

The desolate feeling increased as he continued to look at the ground, avoiding looking at Derek's arm around Braeden's waist. Oh, how he wanted to be held like that... He should've been the one to have Derek's arm around his waist. He was the one that comforted him in his time of death – well… evolution. Not Braeden. He looked up a few times, but only to look at whom the conversation involved. He didn't say anything because his face said it all. No one was looking at him though, except for Derek. He sensed his heartbeat, and his heartbeat only; must be a full wolf trait. He always wondered what was going on inside Stiles' creative imagination. He knew the kid was always crazy, but he seemed different now. He seemed really different. Derek continued to wonder, not paying much attention to the conversations… or to Braeden really. Eventually, she had pulled him to walk with her when she said "let's go."

She pressed her lips to Derek's and Derek kissed back. Right now, he was up for any kind of affection with what rollercoaster of a night this has been. It was slowly turning to morning, though. The Mexican sun began to shine, and everything had looked as if it were in an old Sepia photograph. It was beautiful.

Stiles couldn't pay much attention to the detail of the morning sun, considering the interaction between Derek and Braeden that just happened before his eyes. He suddenly became even more dispirited. He was unaware of his surroundings, and felt lost in his thoughts. Luckily, Malia squeezed his right hand, which she's been holding for a few minutes, and asked if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm just drained out." She nodded in agreement and pecked his lips. Exasperated. Exasperated was the word Stiles meant to say. Exasperated with all the shit that Derek has been doing with Braeden. It's no secret, either. All the love-making between them… Anyone could easily guess and be right. Scott and Isaac smelled it on them the other day, and they made an ick face towards Derek, who was merely shrugging with a faint blush. And Stiles certainly did not need werewolf senses (or the other werewolves' knowledge) to know about it, either.

A/N: There goes my first chapter! Hope you enjoyed this recap. Please review, because I'd love to hear your thoughts based on what the basis of the story is. Chapter 2 is currently in production (very few of the season finale will carry over to the beginning of chapter 2), but may take a while to post, due to school-related crap, but bear with me as we embark on this Sterek journey together!

A/N Pt. 2: I hope you like the updated version better, you guys. Chapter 2 will be coming sooner than you think, even though it has been a year.