A/N: Title is taken from the HAIM song "Running If You Call My Name." I recommend you listen while reading, but it's fine without.
I do not own any of the characters in the story.
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I'll Keep Running
Stiles traced his hand delicately on his dresser, closing his eyes. A single tear gathered in his right eye as he remembered what had happened here, not days ago. His bags had been packed, he had been so ready to leave, so ready to be gone... After everything that happened in the past few months, he really had nothing to hold on to anymore. He and Scott weren't really close anymore, not after the whole Nogistune debacle. Everyone in the pack had essentially abandoned him, had left him to... Sort out the mess of emotions and fragmented memories bungling about in his head.
And sort it out he did, no thanks to Scott. No thanks to anyone. So he'd packed his bags, written all the notes, and took his dad's gun from the safe in his room. He'd just wanted everything to end, the pain, the regret, the loneliness... It wasn't good up have him around, it wasn't safe. He'd only damage everyone around him. They'd just leave again. They'd leave him. He wasn't... Right.
He was sure they'd read the notes, he was sure they wouldn't do anything. One for each of them, for Scott, for Lydia, for Isaac, hell, even for Derek, telling them how he'd felt. Not really sure why he'd bothered, though, it wasn't as though they cared. And one for his dad, explaining everything. That it wasn't his fault. That it was Stiles, only Stiles, broken, damaged, dangerous Stiles. He hoped he'd understand. That was the one regret he'd had, leaving his dad. But the cons of him living way outweighed the pros. He remembered how the gun had felt, cold and heavy, the metal pressing gently into his palm , as he weighed it in his hand. The click of the safety as he switched it off. The sharp tears that stung his eyes as he lifted the gun up to his head, finger on the trigger. The air in his lungs as he took a deep breath, and the warm hand pulling it away.
He remembered how he had looked up, to find Derek Hale looking down at him. He remembered his surprise, his shock, his remorse, his embarrassment as he stared into those hazel eyes and just broke down. The hit tears that ran down his face as Derek, not Scott, not Lydia, not Allison, held him, and comforted him, and told him that everything would be okay. He remembered afterwards, when the sobs had stopped wracking his chest, how he had pressed his soft lips up against Derek's rough ones, how Derek had kissed him back, how as they kissed, Stiles could swear he felt tears running down Derek's face, salty and hot and wet to match his own. He remembered breaking for air, finally, after an eternity of clashing tongues, to look up into Derek's soft hazel eyes, how Derek had said one simple word, just a simple 'Hey', murmured into Stiles's lips, and how Stiles knew there didn't need to be a response, that it was okay to just lie there, still, and snuggle up to Derek as he drew small circles with his fingers on Stiles's back. How they had fallen asleep, together, just like that, and, just like that, everything didn't seem so bad anymore.
I cried while writing this tbh.
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