It began 6 months ago, not too long but long enough for a teenager like Stiles to give his heart away completely, despite knowing it was a lost cause. His heart couldn't not hope, couldn't not melt and surrender himself totally and utterly to Derek. Which is why 6 months down the line as he lay naked in a cold, hard hotel room bed, alone, he felt equally foolish and devastated. He is as angry at Derek as he is with himself. The young boy; usually so full of life, could barely find the energy to breath. His heart lay shattered in pieces around him, on the bed he was promised would save him, save them. Silent, angry, broken tears streaked down his cheeks as he continued to stare at the ceiling. All he could think was, why? He was ready to end things, he was ready to walk away on his terms, but no. Derek made a promise; they were real, that if he was given one more chance it would be different, begged for one more chance to prove it. Stiles believed him. Stiles got played.

Ever since that first desperate night; after they fought and won against pixies they were both clinging to each other for comfort, to relieve stress and adrenaline. Whatever it was that caused that first rushed rough night between them, happened again and again. At first it was after battle; when one almost lost the other, then when one of them was stressed or horny. Then the interactions grew less hurried and more intimate. Despite Derek becoming gentler, more open, one thing remained the same. Stiles would wake up in the morning alone. He would feel used and worthless each and every time, yet each and every time he forgave the wolf and went back for more. Somehow, somewhere down the line, Stiles found that he had fallen in love with Derek, but to Derek, Stiles was a booty call, a way to a quick release because he knew the human wouldn't, couldn't say no.

When Stiles realised just how much he felt for the wolf, he stewed in his own self-pity for a good part of a week. Everyone in the pack noticed and tried to help but Stiles merely brushed them off.

Stiles was used to heart break, used to the person of his affections not returning them. At least with Lydia she was a bitch to him. He's grateful for that now, she never led him on or pretended to care. Derek was so much worse: he dangled a chance of happiness and love in front of him when they were in bed; the way Derek stroked his hair, how he smiled gently, took extra time not to hurt him, the wonderfully unnecessary butterfly kisses he pressed to the teens skin, then, ripped it all away when he woke up alone, the side next to him cold.

Stiles had made a promise to himself; no more. He wasn't a dirty little secret and he deserved more than he was given. He just had to find an opportunity to present this to Derek. Despite all the intimacy shared between them, the alpha still made Stiles feel like he had no right to feel the way he did or be the one to bring it up. Stiles hated it, hated him. To the teen's surprise the opportunity presented itself a lot faster than he was expecting. A few days after this realisation, it was movie night. The pack had run a witch out of town and were celebrating their win by gathering in the newly renovated hale house's living room to watch movies and order pizza.

Firstly Derek didn't sit near Stiles which, okay was fine, he usually sat with Scott anyway, but Scott had brought Kira. The teen couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have Derek's arm around him during a movie. Then Derek asked if he wanted chicken or pepperoni on his pizza. Derek knew damn well that he like chicken and peppers on his pizza. They had ordered countless 'in-between orgasms' pizza. Which meant Derek was putting on a show, 'was he just pretending not to know me at all now?' Stiles thought to himself before he narrowed his eyes and answered Derek's question as politely as he could.

Those things annoyed Stiles, but he could deal with it, they did not tip him over the edge, the boy had had to put up with a lot of Derek's crap and he took it in his stride. The boiling point came nearer the end of the movie, when Stiles' phone went off alerting him of a text message.

Derek; want to come back when the pack are gone?

Really? Stiles thought, he had to pretend to leave just to sneak back in! Was Derek really this ashamed of him? He wanted to bring this up in private but he was so infuriated he couldn't stop himself from shouting; "Fuck you Derek!" To the silent room before storming out.

The boy practically ran out of the house without looking back. He was too angry to drive, hands shaky and tears filling his eyes and blurring his vision. So instead in took off to the preserve, stomping through the worn away trail, paying no attention to where he was going or how was he going to get back, he didn't care. All he was worried about was the lump in his throat making it hard to breath, the embarrassment of his outburst in front of the whole pack, the anger at Derek and himself, of the fact that they were both cowards.

It wasn't the person Stiles thought it would be that found him an hour later. Stiles would have put money on Scott coming to look for him. It wasn't though. It was Derek that made his way out of the clearing. He didn't see the wolf until he was standing in front of him, Stiles was sitting on the ground against a tree trunk so the teen couldn't get away.

"Stiles," Derek began, he sounded confused and a little angry, "Want to explain yourself?" Stiles could not stop the slightly hysterical laugh that escaped him, explain himself?! It was ridiculous. Stiles was in a completely ridiculous situation, but the exact one he had intended to get himself into.

"Explain myself?! How about you explain yourself, Derek." The teen almost spat the man's names out he was so angry.

"Explain what? You're the one acting like a," the werewolf visibly halted his words but Stiles knew, he always knew.

"Like a what Derek? Say it. Like a kid? Need I remind you I am a kid?!"

"I know! Jesus I know Stiles." Derek suddenly sounded defeated, all anger drained out of his body instantly as he held the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb. Stiles jumped to his feet upon seeing the sight before him, anger flaring anew.

"You don't get to act like the hurt one here! You're the dick, not me." He spat shoving Derek for emphasis, Derek stepped back from the force, he could have used werewolf strength and have it have no effect, they both knew it.

"I know. I shouldn't have let this continue. I just couldn't say no to you."

"What?" Stiles asked, more confused than ever which made him all the angrier.

"You're 17 Stiles! I'm taking advantage. I feel disgusted and guilty every time I allow myself to be seduced by, you're everything." Derek sank down onto a tree stump, head in his hands. Stiles was stunned silent for a moment. Derek looked too small and hurt which made Stiles instantly want to wrap his arms around the wolf. That made Stiles angry at himself as much, even more than he was at Derek.

"Are you shitting me right now?! What about the pizza!" The teen wailed, arms flinging out straight by his sides.

"What pizza?" Derek asked, raising his head to look quizzically at the boy in front of him that was now pacing out his excess energy.

"Tonight! You asked if I like chicken, you know as well as I do how I like my pizza. We've ordered enough sex pizza to make the question completely useless! You don't have to work so hard to convince people were not, were just not. People like me, don't get people like you. People like me don't get a happy ending." Stiles words became softer, to the point the last sentence was whispered. Derek could hear he believed every word of the horrible things he spoke about himself.

"What? Stiles I," Derek was on his feet moving towards the boy. But Stiles was having none of it. He was refusing to have Derek wind him around his little finger, to continue to use the human for his own needs and desires with no thought to Stiles' own. He took a few steps back before he began to rant again.

"I'm not stupid Derek! I know exactly what I mean to you. I'm your fuck buddy. I'm your way of release. I'm your dirty little secret! I thought I was okay with that. That as long as I got you sometimes, I didn't care for the details. Well I was wrong. It makes me feel used and dirty and I can't keep doing it." Tears rolling down his cheeks now. "Please don't make me."

"Stiles, you were the one that wanted to keep us a secret."

"Huh?!" He shouted in response unable to comprehend the point the werewolf just made.

"When you found out that Scott was on his way over after that second time, you were in my bed, you panicked. You reeked of it. You were ashamed."

"What?! I was worried you were going to kick me out and tell me it meant nothing! I wanted you any way I could have you. I was playing by your rules!"

"I never! Never! Told you I wanted nothing but sex! That was you projecting your issues onto me."

"Oh please, don't tell me you didn't know how I felt about you. You going to tell me you didn't smell it all on me, the hope, the happiness, the heart breaking crushing feeling of rejection and loneliness when I woke up in an empty bed, every single fucking time." Stiles was crying now, he didn't care anymore. Derek seemed to care more than he thought he would though, if nothing else seeing Stiles tears might hurt Derek, good he thought.

"I have my issues too you know. It's hard to sleep in a bed with someone. I can't seem to lower my defences with someone so close. I tried, I try every time. You are the only one I could ever see myself be able to sleep with, really sleep. In time." There was silence between them while Stiles processed. After a little while the teenager got up from where they had been sitting in silence next to each other for around 5 minutes and started walking towards the hale house "Where are you going?"

"I'm going home. I don't believe anything that comes out your mouth. You say I mean more to you than sex, then why only show me I exist to you when we fuck. If you care about me at all, why couldn't we at least be friends in front of the pack? I'm done. I won't take this anymore. You make me feel like I'm nothing."

"I'm sorry." The Alpha shouted reached out for the human. Stiles let him take his hands, more for Stiles wanting contact than anything else. He wanted a last moment of tenderness. Derek continued stroking his thumbs over the back of Stiles' hands, "It was never my intention to make you feel any of that. Don't walk away Stiles. You're the first person since Kate that makes me feel like this. Although it scares me I know you're the opposite of her. I don't want to lose you." Resting his forwards to the younger boys he continued, "One more chance. Please Stiles." Stiles began to shake his head but the werewolf just couldn't let the boy go without trying everything. "I'll take you to a hotel tomorrow night, we can have the whole night together. You and me."

"You'll be there when I wake up?" Stiles asked after a long tense silence, opening his eyes and looking into the eyes he really had fallen in love with.

"Yes, I promise. And every morning after if that's what you want. Please. One more chance." Stiles heard the desperation in the man's voice he hasn't heard before. Stiles tried to resist, he did, but he was young and in love and Derek sounded extremely genuine and hurt at the idea of Stiles leaving. He could feel his resolve crumble under the feeling of Derek's thumbs gently caressing his hands.

"Okay." He breathed "One more chance."

"Thank you." The huge rare bright joy filled smile that spread across the man's face was almost worth the fight. Despite is worries and anxieties he couldn't help but feel somewhat hopeful.

That's how Stiles ended up laying in that hotel room with check out time fast approaching. He slowly rolled onto his stomach groaning as his muscles protested the movement. All Stiles wanted to do was wrap himself up in a blanket and cry. He couldn't even drive home because he came in Derek's Camaro. Which meant on top of broken heart and crushed dreams he also had to drag his body through to the other side of town to get home.

The walk gave the teen time to think. Why would Derek do this? Why fight so hard to get Stiles to give him another chance just to do the one thing that would end things between them? Did control mean that much to him? Why would he do this?

By the time Stiles reached his house he had cried his tears and was now angry, the boy was shaking in his anger. Stiles didn't have time to talk himself out of his decision because by the time his brain caught up with his actions Stile was in his jeep already on the way to Derek's house.

Stiles' powder blue jeep screeched to a stop outside the Hale house. "Derek!" he screamed as he slammed the jeep door shut. "Derek!" he shouted again. He knew Derek was there, he was done chasing. Derek was going to come to him for once. He stood in front of the house trying not to shake as he shouted. "Derek James Hale! I know you're in there!"

"Can I help you?" A familiar voice asked. Stiles whipped his head around to see Derek standing by the side of the house. The man before him looked relaxed, at ease with the world in a way he hadn't seen before. Stiles' gut twisted painfully upon seeing this. Stiles felt like he was dying and Derek was on top of the freaking world at finally getting rid of him. Anger filled him completely as he marched over to the older man.

"Can you help me? I don't know Derek. You see I woke up alone, again. Something you promised me wouldn't happen." Stiles took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves before letting it all out, no use in holding anything back now. "One night Derek. I just wanted one night where I could wake up in the morning and not feel like a dirty used piece of crap. You couldn't even do that could you?" there was no response from Derek though he was looking more and more confused with every word. The confusion fuelled his anger how could he possibly have the temerity to look confused after what he promised him? After begging for a chance. Stiles sighed, he was sick of this game. Sick of putting his life on the line for someone that didn't even respect him enough to treat him like a decent human being. "You know what? I'm done. Stay away from me. Next time you're lonely and horny don't even think about calling me. You will never get your hands on this piece of jailbait ass again." He was sick of the life he was thrown into, werewolves, pack, the supernatural, everything. Life was better before he knew, he couldn't do it anymore. "I want out. Out of your life. Out of the pack." Derek's eyes shot up to Stiles' at that, eyes wide with shock and possibly fear, good Stiles thought. They will have to learn to deal without him. "Tell them, all of them, I want nothing more to do with any of them. I can't do this." Taking another step forward, head up high, finger prodding into the alpha's firm chest. "Keep your pups out of my life, keep your furry ass and your supernatural problems away from me and I'll keep my wolfsbane bullets out of my gun." Derek took a step back at the threat, familiar tension bleeding back into his muscles, he looked like the Derek Stiles was used too, the teen was actually a little happy at the sight. It hurt too much to see Derek relaxed and content. "Am I clear?"

"Yeah, I guess." Derek stammered, voice a little softer than usual but Stiles put it down to shock from the threat.

"You're pathetic." Stiles snarled stepping back before turning around, and almost fell chest to chest into Peter. "Woah." Stiles flailed in true Stilinski fashion at the shock, but it was more subdued than normal due to the crushing feeling through his whole body. He stood up straight and nodded to the man in front of him. "Peter. Always a pleasure." The man in front of him raised a single eyebrow at his name but did nothing else to try to communicate to the boy in front of him. "I'm guessing you heard all of that." A sly smirk appeared on the man face and Stiles had to supress a disgusted shiver at the sight. "Well that warning goes for you as well, keep your creepy, psychotic, blood stained claws at least 50 ft. from me or I'll get another Molotov cocktail, and this time you won't be back." Stiles turned and walked back to his car, trying very hard not to run and to keep his heart steady.
Peter watched the strange teenage boy drive away from his house, smirk firmly in place as he turned to his nephew.

"Well that was interesting. Care to fill me in on that Derek?" Before Derek could try and answer a very familiar voice filled the air.

"Fill us all in." A woman commanded from where she stood by the open front door coming down the porch steps to stand in front of Derek, most of the family now gathering behind her.

"Mom I have no idea." Derek said truthfully, he was blushing from embarrassment at the accusations the boy made about the two of them and terrified that he knew their secret and could be very dangerous, the sheriff's son at that, and however Derek had manage to piss him off.

"Derek I was listening, there was no lie in that boy's heart." Talia Hale told her son, equally confused, angry and worried, but being a picture of calm that only an alpha in the presence of her pack can be.

"Mum; that was the sheriff's son." Derek's younger sister Cora told her alpha, obvious amusement was mixed in with the worry.

"Derek have you been sleeping with the Stilinski boy?" Peter asked, smirk growing tenfold upon hearing the teens name.

"I think the more important question is why and how he knows about us." Laura interjected again, amusement gone and worry evident in her young voice. Derek turned to his alpha needing to settle this.

"I haven't slept with him. I haven't told him anything about us, I barely know the kid! Mum I am not lying, listen."

"He's right, Derek is telling the truth." Talia announced to the rest of the rest although they could hear for themselves, Talia was still the one they all looked too to confirm this.

"So was he." Laura whispered looking down there drive way, where a powder blue jeep had been not long ago.

"Derek, I want you to stay away from that boy until your father and I figure this out okay?" Talia gently told her son, resting a hand on his neck in comfort, sensing the panic rising in her son.

"Sure. I need to get changed for work." His words was less certain and more croaky than normal.

"Don't want to keep your father-in-law waiting deputy." Peter quipped.

"Peter shut up." Talia growled before turned to her son and smiling as reassuring as she could. "Derek, go change."