This is just a little fix inspired by the sexy awesomeness of Stiles Stilinski and the sexy ninjaness of Derek Hale and also the song Life Left to Go by Safetysuit. This may seem a little OOC of Derek's side but this is how I see him. This is what shows when he's alone and the mask comes off. And my Stiles might be a little off cuz this is my first time writing for him so I'm learning. Anyways I like it and if you don't well tough nuggets kid lol

Stone cold Derek Hale stared at himself in the mirror as tears traced wet paths down his stubble-covered cheeks. Lately, he'd been feeling more lonely and agitated than normal. Refusing to talk to anyone and snapping at those who talked to him. He felt like he was just hurting his pack. Derek knew that he wasn't a particularly pleasant person to be around but his pack stuck around him just the same. But something inside him was hurting and he couldn't figure out what.

Derek wiped the tears from his eyes, left the bathroom and headed towards his charred bedroom. He opened his closet and began rummaging for a bag. As soon as he found it, he began to pack. The tears pricked at him again as he packed his bag. He knew he came off as broody and miserable and grumpy but it was the only way. He was sad and lonely but there was no way that he could ever trust someone with his heart again. Not after Her, Kate Argent. Sure, the bitch had her throat torn out by Peter but that only provided minuscule relief from the constant sting of his betrayal.

Close to finished packing, Derek's ears perked up at the sound of a vehicle approaching. Stiles' jeep. Of course, that kid had the worst timing.

'Great,' he muttered to himself, 'I'm crying and I wanna just be alone and he shows up. And now…he never leave.' Actually, for all the griping that Derek did in regards to Stiles, he'd become accustomed to the talkative teen and his tendency to show up unannounced. Derek wiped the tears from his eyes once more and continued packing when he heard Stiles enter the Hale house.

'Derek! You here,' Stiles yelled before continuing under his breath, 'Of course you're here. You're always here plus your freakin' Camaro is here so unless you went for a run, I guess you're here." Derek didn't bother answering, knowing that Stiles would somehow find him anyways. 'Okay well I'm just gonna see if I can find you again and please don't hide from me or do that creepy, quiet Derek thing that you do. You know that freaks me out, dude,' he rambled as he searched the house for his missing Alpha, 'I honestly think that you like scaring the shit out of me more than you care to admit. And I gotta tell ya, it's not exactly conducive to a healthy pack relation- oh there you are. What's with the duffle, dude?' Derek growled softly as he felt his isolation slip away.

'I'm leaving,' he grumbled as he looked around the room, searching for anything he may have missed.

'Leaving? Where you going? Why are you leaving? When are you coming back? Are we that hopeless as a-, 'Stiles asked frantically before Derek cut him off.

'Stiles please, no frantic rants, no rambling. Not today. I'm leaving; I don't know where I'm going, when or if I'm coming back. This pack isn't hopeless but it'll be better off without me, which is why I'm leaving. I'm miserable and a terrible leader. Find yourselves a better Alpha,' Derek ground out, trying very hard not to lose it on the younger man.

Stiles was silent for what felt like hours. It was completely stunning to the dark haired Alpha. Derek cleared his throat, muttered a gruff good bye and headed towards the bedroom door. The bedroom door, which slammed shut before he could even reach it. A very quiet, sad and small looking Stiles Stilinski stood in front of him, staring at the floor before bringing his watery looking burnt amber eyes up to Derek's faded emerald ones. After taking a shaky breath, Stiles spoke.

'I don't want you to leave,' Stiles whispered sadly. Derek was completely taken aback. He would've thought that Stiles would be the happiest about his leaving. He knew that he treated the younger boy like shit but he couldn't let him close so his only option was to push him away. And pushing him away hurt Derek more than anything and more than he was willing to admit to. But Derek would never admit all that so he put on a brave face.

'Really? I thought you of all people would be thrilled to see me go,' even just saying that tore open Derek's already bleeding heart, 'I won't be around to push you into walls or yell at you anymore. I guess you'll just have to ask Jackson to resume his old job of making your life hell.'

Even though every time I push you into a wall, it's with the intention to kiss you, Derek thought.

'Well, I'm not. I don't want you to go. You're not a terrible leader. Yeah, you're miserable but that's because you're sad and lonely and don't even try to deny it because we can all see it. It hurts me to look at you and see all that pain brewing under the surface. I don't have to be a werewolf to feel the pain and sadness coming off you in waves,' Stiles countered firmly. Derek had never seen Stiles so serious about anything before. But that didn't stop him from covering his emotions once again and reacting the only way he knew how. By slamming Stiles into the wall.

'You think you know me now? Do you, Stiles? Tell me, did you have to wander through the woods and find your sister cut in half and used as bait to trap you? Did you sit next to your grotesquely burned uncle for six years just to have to tear his throat open to save the citizens of a town that hates you? Did you lose your family to a fire set by the person that you loved and trusted more than anything? No I didn't think so. Don't pretend that you know what it's like to be me. You don't know anything, Stiles. Not a damn thing,' Derek growled out at Stiles, who was stunned into silence. Stiles raised a pale hand and wiped away tears that Derek didn't even know were falling. Derek let go of Stiles and rubbed his hands over his face. 'Just let me leave before I cause any more damage, Stiles.'

'No. I'm literally begging you, okay? I don't want you to go. You have a life here now, Derek. Scott, Jackson and Danny are relying on you and even Allison and Lydia need you. You're like their surly older brother, you know? They all need you,' Stiles cried before sadly whispering, 'I need you.'

'What do you need me for? You're not a werewolf and you don't need me to threaten any boys that break your heart. What could you possibly need me for, Stiles,' The Alpha questioned.

'I need you for the same reason that you need me,' He whispered as he got closer to Derek.

'And what do I need you for,' Derek asked hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry at the teen's closeness. Stiles didn't answer. He just put his hands on either side of Derek's neck and pressed his lips to his Alpha's, fully knowing that he could be throat less in the next ten seconds if Lydia had been wrong when she said that Derek was in love with him.

Thankfully, Derek responded and kissed back passionately. He ran his hands down Stiles' back and rested his hands at his tailbone. Stiles pulled away softly and grinned that wicked knowing Stiles grin.

'That,' he said with warmth and love in his voice.

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