"She loved me because I'm fragile Dad!" Stiles screamed as he slammed his bedroom door shut.
That stupid disappointed look his father gives him just lays out a map 'Why aren't you better at sports?' 'Why don't you have a girlfriend?' 'You're a suspicious guy.'
He's the kind of parent that you want to tell something to and their face makes you just, stop.
He's sorry...maybe if his mom was still here she could've had another child and not care about Stiles. He is confused, embarrassed, and exhausted.
Stiles never wanted anything so much than to drown in someone's love and not feel their pain.
Sitting shirtless, back against the wall, he picks up a pocket knife and breathes in and cuts...then exhales harshly.
Crimson slowly paints the blade and his arms. Eventually his heart beat stutters and his chest rickets as he sobs. Tears mixing with the blood.
The next day he'll go on smiling and giving advice he himself is too cowardly to do. Why does he even exist? All his fragile strength is gone.
Slowly becoming light headed and not being aware, he faints into unconsciousness.
Something sparks in the Alpha and he decides to drive by Stiles' house for the fourth time that week. As he steps out of the Camaro he treads cautiously towards the tree and leaps up swiftly to see that Stiles' lights are still on...at 3AM.
Sensing something wrong he opens up the window and hops in.
Rushing over to Stiles in a panic, his senses take in the copper smell of blood, tears, and sadness. Picking up that Stiles heart rate was decreasing he turns into a full wolf and licks Stiles' wounds... Even daring to go out and get warm towels from the bathroom. Taking care of him the whole night is what an Alpha does...what a friend does...what his mother used to do...what a mate does...
As Stiles awakens he has a slight headache and is laying in bed. He turns to his side and views his arms...all healed?..."Huh =.=?" He says groggy. Stiles sat up and remembered crying, then...nothing. Sighing, he looks around his room and nearly has a heart attack as he sees Derek looking at him..."Holy Jesus, man!"
"That's not a valid response to someone who saved your life" Derek said as he got up from the desk chair to stalk towards the bed. Face turning beet red Stiles looked down "Oh. T-thanks" tears threatening to fall...he's so stupid.
Derek sits on the bed and pauses to survey Stiles. Then pulls him into an embrace. "You always find a way to keep me right here waiting, nothings wrong just as long as you know that someday I will make it alright, you're the only one who knows that..."
Stiles felt a blanket of emotions cover him as he cried silently, he always bends so far until he breaks. He pulled away and looked at Dereks face...into his eyes "I t-trust y-you"..."I lo-" Derek cuts him off as he presses their mouths together...it wasn't rough, it was gentle and soft...
It was better than words could express and for once he felt that being fragile didn't mean anything when there is someone to catch you before you fall and fix you when you break.
