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"Please, Derek, I don't wanna die. Please, help me." Stiles pleaded as he bled profusely on the ground. There were deep claw marks from his neck to his hips. Each mark was torn to the point that there wasn't anything to do to save Stiles. "Please, Der-"Stiles started, but was interrupted by the tell-tale signs that Stiles was almost dead. Blood poured out of his mouth and splattered all over Derek's face.
Derek looked down at Stiles, shocked that Stiles had taken the blow instead of Derek. How was he supposed to tell the Sheriff that his son was dead by supernatural beings that shouldn't exist? That there was only one thing that can save Stiles, but Derek was too worried about the fact that Stiles didn't want to be a werewolf. How was he even supposed to process that fact that Derek realized he loved Stiles? Another cough brought Derek out of his reverie.
"Please! Derek I don't wanna die! Just please!" Stiles cried out before he fell silent.
Derek flailed, flailed when Stiles went quiet. He quickly collected his thoughts and took a deep breath. He felt his teeth elongate and his face shift just a little. Before he could second guess his choice he bit Stiles near his hip, where the skin was still somewhat intact. He was slowly leeching the pain away as he did this. Once he was done, he pulled out his phone and called Scott.
"I need you to get here, quickly. Stiles may still be in trouble."
"What do you mean-"Scott started but was cut off by Derek hanging up the line.
Derek looked at Stiles, hoping that he was still breathing, but he couldn't bear it to touch him. Knowing that he was in this condition because of Derek. He didn't… His head snapped up to find Scott in the tree line.
"Dude, are you okay?" Scott called out as he starting walking towards Derek.
Derek looked up and the expression on his face was a devastating one. "I-I-I turned Stiles. Well, I bit him. I'm not sure if… If it's going to work. I… I'm sorry."
Derek got up and walked a few feet away. Scott looked at him, puzzled. "Why are you sorry?"
"Because it wasn't supposed to happen like this." Derek gave Scott a fierce look. "He was supposed to ask to be turned on his own terms, when he wanted to, not when he was dying."
Scott looked down at his best-friend and listened to his sluggish heartbeat. Hoping, praying that the bite would turn him, not prolong the inevitable that was going to happen. Stiles was only seventeen. He should have lived his life without the worries of the supernatural, without knowing that his life was in the balance every day that he was around the pack. Scott sighed and bent to pick up the unconscious boy, but stopped because he heard a growl come out of Derek's mouth.
"No. I will take him. Leave him be." Derek spat out behind his growl. "This is my fault. I'm the one who did this to him."
"Dude, you had to change him, it was the only way." Scott said sympathetically.
He doesn't understand, Derek thought. He doesn't know. This is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He knows that Stiles knows, yet, he didn't seem mad or disappointed. It was like he knew it was going to happen. Like he was hoping it would happen, just not so drastically. Derek's mind was spinning out of control. He lifted the boy up so, so gingerly and carefully walked as he cradled him in his arms. He looked down at him with sadness and… And… love? Was that what he was feeling? Love, for his mate. Wait, what? Mate? Where the hell is this coming from?
Scott, sensing Derek's distress whimpered from behind him and put a hand on his Alpha's shoulder to comfort him. "It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. I can hear his heartbeat. It's getting stronger and stronger by the minute. He's going to make a good werewolf. Especially with him being the spark and all." Scott whispered.
Derek's distress didn't lessen. He knows Scott was only trying to comfort him. To reassure him that he did the right thing by turning Stiles. But how was Scott supposed to know? He wasn't there. He wasn't there to stop him. To stop him from losing control. No one was there to stop Derek from attacking him. From nearly killing his one and only mate.
Silent tears streamed down Derek's face as he made his way back to the mansion. The mansion has been rebuilt during the summer before the Alpha pack had attacked them. He finally realized that the house was in ruins and that he shouldn't be living there. Well, Stiles had said he shouldn't be living there, especially when Stiles had gotten stuck through the floor. Not just your foot being stuck in the floor, his lower half had fallen through and they had to cut up the floor very carefully just to get the kid out. Only he would have gotten himself in that situation. It was even more dangerous because the basement was right underneath him.
He looked back on the memory with a fond expression because that was the day Derek had realized that Stiles was his mate. He felt happiness and he was devastated because if he wouldn't have cared so much about Stiles, then they wouldn't be in this situation right now. He wouldn't have broken down the walls he had so carefully built up. After Kate, he vowed to never partake in any kind of relations with anyone. Not family, not friends, just an Alpha and his pack.
Derek could feel the sorrow and sympathy from Scott, but it only made it worse. How could anyone, even Stiles, love him after what he'd done? He didn't mean it, honestly. But the wolf took over, smelling the stranger, the other wolf, encroaching on his mate. Yet, Stiles was still fair game. Derek never claimed him, knowing that Stiles still doesn't particularly like him, even after the Alpha pack. Hell, Derek doesn't know if Stiles "swung" that way.
He sighed deeply and listened to Stiles' heartbeat. It was going strong, pumping the blood through his veins, a sign that the bite took. The flesh that was torn had long since healed. Knowing that with Derek being there, their bond healed the wounds caused by an Alpha and of course, the energy that is being created by the turning of a new werewolf.
The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. He remembered Stiles being adamant about not being a werewolf. Every time he was asked, he would vehemently deny the desire to become part of the supernatural world. Yes, he was the spark, but what the hell does that mean?
He's looked in all the ancient texts, everything on the internet, and the third to get information out of his "dead" uncle. Even Deaton wasn't very informative, at all. Always speaking in riddles and never answering their questions.
By the time he finished that thought, he had reached the steps of the mansion. "Scott, please get the door," Derek asked quietly.
Scott nodded and reached to open the door with a puzzled expression. Shuffling sideways, as to not hit Stiles' head on the doorjamb, Derek made his way through the doorway. Stiles was cradled in his arms and all Derek could think about was that he should be doing this in another situation, with Stiles conscious.
Derek could see it, but only in his imagination. Stiles looking beautiful and perfect in his tux, walking towards the alter, towards Derek. Then, Stiles smiling, no beaming, as Derek slipped the ring onto his slender finger, making the contract complete. Flashing forward to Derek carrying Stiles in his arms, into their house, up their stairs, into their bedroom, and finishing their mating ritual.
But, as he laid Stiles onto the bed in Derek's room, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Not when everyone would find out about the horrific thing he had done. He went to the adjacent bathroom and grabbed a couple hand-towels and a large bowl of warm water. Carefully, he made it back to the room and sat down next to the still unconscious Stiles to clean the blood from his skin. The water quickly turned a light pink and he felt even worse.
Before, he could get another thought in, Stiles' breathing hitched and he slowly opened his eyes. Derek's arm recoiled from Stiles' skin and he put the bowl and towels onto the floor. As Derek's arm retracted, Stiles' eyes flashed a brilliant blue. To Derek, Stiles was perfect, in every way. He was everything to him. But, Stiles doesn't feel that way, especially with Derek. Never in Stiles' life would he consider Derek.
"Der-Derek. What's going on?" Stiles rasped out. He looked at Derek with a trusting gleam in his eyes.
"Do you remember what happened," he replied bitterly.
Stiles looked at him, puzzled. "Of course, I was attacked and you changed me to save me. You made me like you."
Derek looked at him, "Yeah, but do you remember what happened? Do you remember the field?"
Stiles nodded, but put a finger to his lips. Shhh... Derek looked at him incredulously. Scott is downstairs, listening. Stiles mouthed at him.
"Scott, bring some water and put on a pot of coffee, please?" Stiles said, knowing that he would hear him perfectly fine from upstairs.
Derek heard Scott shuffling around in the kitchen and sighed. How? How was he supposed to process this? What is even going on? Stiles intertwined their fingers together and gave Derek's hand a reassuring squeeze. He then motioned to him to keep cleaning the blood.
He picked up a towel, wringing it out and resumed the removal of the now dried blood. Scott was heard coming up the stairs with a pitcher of water and a couple glasses. He walked in through the door and set the items down onto the bedside table. Scott was about to sit next to Stiles until he gave him a look and motioned for Scott to leave.
"Don't just go downstairs and wait. Go home, but before, tell my dad that I'm with Derek and that I will be home tomorrow morning. Explain to him what's going on. Tell him everything and don't leave anything out. If he tries to leave, tell him that it's not safe. That I promise to be home and will explain even further if I need to. Please, Scott," he pleaded with Scott as he opened his mouth to object."Please do this for me. I really need your help. Anyways, Derek is here to tell me all about my new situation and how I can handle it. He can help me here; I need your help elsewhere. So, go, before my dad freaks out."
Scott looked at Stiles and bowed his head in submission. Derek gazed in wonder at what his mate had done. No snarky comment, no fighting back or defiance, just immediate submission. Scott just simply turned and walked out of the room.
As soon as Scott shut the front door and left the Hale property completely, Stiles sighed in relief and looked at Derek earnestly.
"Stiles, I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I… It wasn't supposed to happen. This…" Derek started but Stiles shushed him.
"I know. You are probably disgusted with yourself and that you think I would never forgive you. But you are wrong. I love you too much to let this come between us. I forgive because I understand." Stiles said calmly.
"But, you… I… this… No. No, I'm not letting you just forget about it." Derek said defiantly.
"Yes, you will, because I said so. We are equals. You know how I know that? Because we are mates. Yeah, as soon as I turned, I felt the bond. The one thing keeping us here and not fighting. I know you want to fight, but don't. I love you and I hope you love me, too. I take part of the blame. I knew what I was doing. By associating with that other, wolf." Stiles said the last sentence with a disgusted tone. "I was trying to get you to see that I love you too. But you were so blind. So, so blind. Stop blaming yourself. We are both at fault here. Just accept that and go to sleep." Stiles finished with a smile in his voice.
He grabbed both of Derek's hands and began to pull him down little by little until he was lying on the bed awkwardly. "Get your ass up here, Hale." Stiles playfully whined. Derek just shook his head, still in shock and lay down next to him. Stiles then scooted up to Derek's side and threw an arm around Derek's waist. Derek was rigid and Stiles moved to nuzzle his mate's neck.
Ever so slowly, Derek began to relax and wrapped both of his arms around Stiles. He lifted him up so that Stiles was lying on top of Derek's and Stiles made himself comfortable. With his head on his mate's chest, Stiles fell asleep within seconds.
Derek was shocked at what just happened. What did happen? Why isn't Stiles angry with him?
"Stop thinking so loudly. I'm not going to get any sleep with you shouting your thoughts." Stiles mumbled into Derek's chest. He moved just the slightest and fell back asleep. Derek looked down at Stiles and was amazed that he has someone, a Stiles, to love him. But at what cost?
"Shhh. God Derek, calm down." Stiles mumbled again. Finally, he laid his head back against the pillows, not knowing what to do. He stared at the ceiling, hoping it would give him the answers he was looking for.