A/N: So here is my latest story y'all. Things story is going to shake a lot of things up. Hopefully you will like it.
Stiles had been out of hospital for five days. After he awoke from his coma, much to the confusion of the doctors, they had kept him in for forty eight hours to observe him. He had felt guilty that his friends worried so much, especially when they had so much else going on so he had told them not to visit. The only visitors he allowed were Ms. McCall, his dad, Ashley and Derek. The latter two had more time to spare than anyone and they were good company. Derek had spent the night with him after he had awoken from his coma but having little to no sleep in the chair beside Stiles bed. So when Ashley arrived to spend the day with him Stiles insisted that Derek go home and catch some sleep.
"So Stiles how do you feel?" Ashley asked him. "I feel really great and fully rested", Stiles replied. "Just my head hurts like a bitch. It's like having the worst possible hangover ever. So yeah physically fine but mentally shit."
"Well I can't say I am surprised. I had a little chat with Deaton and though I think it is a waste of my time he convinced me to come and talk to you mage to mage", Ashley groaned.
"Hahahaha, Sounds like you are so going to enjoy this", Stiles laughed but stopped when it hurt his head. "Am I in trouble?" he pouted.
"Not with me or with Deaton. Maybe with the members of your pack but you will have to sort that out yourself. No Deaton and I are concerned. While we both understand your reasons, Alan thinks you might listen to me. I don't think it will change anything", sighed Ashley. Stiles waited which was somewhat unusual for the hyperactive talkative teenager. "Alan and I am concerned that you keep putting yourselves in these situations where you drain yourself and black out. It can't be good for your health or for the stress you cause your pack. However that said they have only survived because you did what you felt you needed. Maybe in future you could let the others take a bit more of a risk rather than always allow it to fall on your shoulders."
"Ashley", Stiles began.
"Hold up a minute", Ashley interrupted him. "I know what you are going to say. Yes it will get easier as you magic grows but until then maybe just think about taking it easier. Or at least talk to Deaton and tell him I talked to you and that you are considering what was said." Ashley sighed with relief when he had finished. For the rest of the day they talked about whatever Stiles wanted.
When Stiles had been released from hospital it had fallen to Derek to get him home. The rest of the pack besides Peter and Cora where at school and his dad was working. Ashley had left the day before to return to his life in New York. It was a quiet drive in which Stiles fidgeted and played with the radio. This had always annoyed Derek to no end but today he seemed to either not notice or not care. Derek drove but was lost in his own thoughts so much that even when Stiles started to talk he didn't respond. Stiles could easily have talked for both of them but he had missed his boyfriend for long enough and wanted to hear his voice. He resigned himself to getting his way when they reached his house.
Pulling up outside the Stillinski residence, Derek got out and opened the door for Stiles. Reaching in the back he pulled out the bag of Stiles stuff and walked up to the door with the boy slowly. Stiles opened the door and stepped through. "Home, sweet home!" he declared. "Come Sourwolf we can dump that in my room and hang out." Derek bristled with slight hostility at the name. He hadn't heard it for over three weeks. If it had been anyone but Stiles saying it he would make the usual threat of ripping their throat out with his teeth. He had never felt this way about someone before and he knew that what was coming could only be harder. Yet he resigned himself to follow Stiles upstairs.
When they got there he put the bag down by the desk and went to sit on the bed by Stiles, who had lain down to one side. "Come down here Sourwolf. I have missed those lips", Stiles blushed as he tried to put on his best sexy look. He really wanted to spend time with his boyfriend not this dark brooding guy who had made a comeback. To Stiles it felt almost as if their relationship had never happened, almost as if it had been part of his coma induced nightmares. Sure the night Derek had spent with him at his bedside had been good but it seemed to lack romance. They had held hands as Stiles had insisted. Derek had refused to kiss him though. Simply repeating "You need to rest" whenever Stiles mentioned it.
His best sexy look failed him and that was when the panic attack began. He had the feeling something had been off with them since he awoke from the coma. Now he was getting his proof as he struggled to breathe.
"Calm down Stiles. Breathe in. Breathe out", coached Derek. When Stiles began to breathe again he released the boy's shoulders and moved away from the bed to sit on the computer chair at the desk. The last time he had sat there they had not been together. The outlook looked bad to Stiles.
"Stiles", Derek began softly. Stiles locked his hazel eyes with the green eyes across the room from him. "I don't think this is working for either of us." He saw Stiles was already beginning to tear up and that made it harder but he pushed through it because it was for the best. "I still love you and I can sense that you still love me but you're human and so fragile. When you were around me before we got together you got hurt and I blamed Scott for always bringing you along. Then Scott became the alpha and I lost my alpha powers to save Cora. I managed to convince them all to keep you away from danger to keep you safe. Then you developed your magic and my argument was no longer valid because you could obviously take care of yourself. Better at times than a werewolf could take care of you. But as we were together I promised myself it didn't matter because I would put myself in front of you to protect you. What went down with Rebel showed me that I can't always protect you though. You got into that dangerous situation because of me", Derek paused, fully expecting Stiles to butt in.
He had dropped his gaze from Stiles somewhere during that speech. What a long speech that was. Possibly it was the longest speech he had made in his entire life. There was still more to be said though. "I blame myself that you got into the fight with Rebel. Even worse that he poisoned you and you almost killed yourself saving the entire pack. I tried blaming Scott as he is the alpha now but it didn't help. So I have decided I can't stop you from being in the danger the pack faces." There was the sound of a dirt bike pulling into the Stillinski drive way. "However I can protect you from the danger that comes from being around me. I will always love you but I think it is better if we don't see each other anymore. I mean we will at pack meetings but otherwise we won't. And I promise to stop coming in through your window, whether invited or not. Goodbye Stiles." Derek moved over and launched himself out the window without looking at the boy on the bed as he heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. Scott would look after him, Stiles would be okay.
"Hey man", Scott said as he opened the door to Stiles' room. His face fell as he saw his best friends face streaming with silent tears. "What's wrong man? Where is Derek?" At Derek's name Stiles moaned and covered his ears. The tears began running faster down his face and he began sobbing. Scott was across the room in a heartbeat and cradling his best friend in the warmth of a hug. He didn't ask anything more; he just held the mess of a boy he knew as Stiles.
"H-h-he l-le-le-left", Stiles finally managed to choke out after about five minutes of continuous sobbing into his best bud's shoulder. Drawing in a shaky breath he forced out through the sobs, "H-he br-bro-broke up with me." Then he subsided into sobbing again while Scott rubbed his back. Scott controlled his anger with difficulty; he found it harder since he had become an alpha. It was as if the doors to anger inside himself had been forced wide open and he found himself overwhelmed by it easier than it had been before.
"It's going to be okay" Scott soothed his friend. "Don't worry I will kick his arse for you. I'll make him pay." Scott had lost all the happy feelings he had when he had walked in. He had been so excited for the last couple of days and wanted to share it with his best friend but now was definitely not the time. "Scott please don't", whined Stiles in his ear. "Until I ask you to do something don't do anything. He means well by breaking up with me. He thinks it's the best way to keep me from getting hurt. Surely you can appreciated that?" Stiles leant back so he could look Scott in the eye. He saw what he needed.
"Besides I am angry now but I will always love him. Maybe after a couple of days when my head is clearer. Right now I would only act out of anger, so just wait please? I need your promise that you will wait." Scott thought about it for a second but in the emotional state he was now he knew Stiles would get what he wanted so he huffed "Okay whatever you say man. I promise."
A/N: Is this the end for Sterek? What is Scott's news that he didn't share? And what new threat is about to strike? Keep reading if you wanna find out.