"Derek you can't just…you can't just come back and try to be apart of my life!" Stiles turned away and began to walk back into the house pushing the door shut behind him. Derek put his foot in the door and stepped in the Stilinski house after him.

"Stiles I-"

"You WHAT?! Derek?" Stiles was yelling so loud his voice echoed off of the walls in the moderately sized living room. Derek knitted his brows together and stepped back. He'd never seen Stiles so mad before, so angry.

"You really fucking think, that after all this time you can just show up and I'll be here waiting for you!? Well guess what Derek I-"

Directed interrupted, "Stiles if you would just fucking listen!"

Stiles stepped towards Derek and looked him in the face, his eyes glassy with oncoming tears. "Oh, so…so now you're ready to speak? It took two years for you to actually WANT to talk Derek? For you to decide you want me as badly as I want-wanted you?"

Derek licked his lips and looked away. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He had left Beacon Hills and went back to New York. He wasn't good for Beacon Hills. Not good for Scott, Allison, Isaac, Erica…shit even Jackson. But most of all he wasn't good for Stiles. Stiles was too young, he didn't know what he wanted. Sure he said he wanted Derek; he'd even said he loved Derek. He wasn't speaking with his brain; he was a hormonal teenager saying whatever he needed to say, to keep what he felt like he needed.

But Derek needed Stiles. The two years he stayed in New York were torture. He couldn't sleep, he was never hungry. He was even more moody than he knew he was. Lashing out and any and everyone around him. He left Stiles' to make things better but only made things worse for himself. So he came back, he knew Stiles would be waiting for him.

"Derek, I don't want to talk. I cried and I begged you to talk to me…to stay with me. And you made a choice to move on. Told me I had to move on because you didn't love me. So…" he looked down and his tears fell "I moved on like you told me Derek".

"In two years Stiles? See…" he turned and began walking towards the front door "I knew I wasn't what you needed…I was fucking right.."

Stiles wiped his red puffy eyes and threw his hands up in the air.

"What Derek? You told me to move on from you. You said…you said , that you didn't love me!" that we'd never be together." His body shook with those last words.

"Yeah. And I guess I was right…" Derek opened the front door and was going to leave before Stiles said something that burned him up inside. That made him slam the door and stomp back over to stand in front of the younger man.

"You- you fucking bastard…I- I waited a whole year for you to comeback." Stiles fist balled up at his side and he looked away. "You fucked me. And left me. When you didn't comeback I…I gave up…on everything"

"You did what?" Derek said eyes glowing red. Stiles wouldn't.

"I was broken Derek…you shattered me…into a thousand pieces" Stiles tried to turn away and Derek grabbed his shoulder pulling him back. "What did you do Stiles?"

Stiles rubbed his wrist and shook his head. "Just go Derek…fucking go".

Derek's eyes zeroed in on his wrist, he grabbed Stiles' arm and lifted the sleeve of his shirt up. Stiles' had a wide lengthy scar going across his wrist. It was completely healed and wasn't pigmented. But the skin was risen and would always be that way. Ruined.

Stiles snatched his arm away and frowned at Derek. "Get the fuck off me!"

"Stiles, what the hell did you do!" Derek shouted pointing to Stiles wrist.

A different voice broke through the bubble Stiles and Derek had created around themselves.

"What's going on here?"; a tall, short haired, blonde young man who looked to be around the same age as Stiles was standing in the middle of the foyer holding two brown grocery bags to his chest. His muscles were bulging slightly at his shirt from holding the bags. His green eyes narrowed back and forth between Derek and Stiles.

"Nothing, he was just leaving" Stiles, said sniffling and wiping his eyes. "Goodbye Derek."

Derek wiped his face in frustration and folded his arms. "Is this him Stiles? What you've moved on to?" he said nodding his head towards the young man who was still standing in the foyer.

A slight draft blew by and Derek growled. He had smelled a new scent on Stiles but ignored it seeing as though he'd been gone for two years. But when he smelt the same scent, but slightly stronger, coming from the young man, his wolf felt a challenge.

"Derek don't" Stiles whispered looking up from under his wet lashes at the grimacing werewolf.

"Who the fuck are you?" Derek asked the young man who was now placing the bags down on the small table in the corner.

"Whoa, ok. I'm Gabe. And who the fuck are you?" Gabe retorted folding his arms

"Gabe just…Gabe could you go upstairs for awhile?" Stiles almost whispered, solemnly smiling in his direction.

"No. Who's this guy and why are you crying? Did he hurt you?" Gabe walked over to Stiles and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling his back into his chest. Derek's eyes followed every movement. "Are you ok?" he mumbled in Stiles ear.

Derek grabbed Stiles' arm and snatched him out of Gabe's embrace. Gabe stumbled back in shock and Stiles had had enough snatching his arm away again.

"I'm not yours anymore! Don't you fucking see? I've moved on! You wanted me to and I did it. You can't come back and decide when you want things to change. You had me and you let me go. Please leave!" Stiles was breathing heavily and Derek could hear his heart beating a mile a minute.

"You really want me to go?" He exhaled looking in Stiles' furious eyes. He was no longer holding back his tears; they were streaming down his face as he nodded at Derek.

"Please go"

Derek looked at Gabe who was back to holding his Stiles and kissing the back of his head and glared at him; Gabe returned his glare and held his Stiles closer.

"You're still mine" he whispered before turning and walking out the door.