Stiles opened his eyes and took in the scene. He was at the railway depot. Why was he there? His mind quickly supplied the answer to him in the form of flashes. He sat up and looked wildly around, he had to make sure that Derek was safe. He spotted him very quickly as he was right next to him and Stiles must have been resting on him. Derek was asleep as were Scott, Erica, Issac and Boyd. Scott a few feet away and the rest several feet back. He relaxed a little after seeing them all safe and sound. He focused on himself, he wasn't attacking Derek anymore. That was good...but why wasn't he...he tried to remember what he had heard before he had passed out but it was all a little fuzzy after he had stabbed himself.
"You know Stiles doesn't want to be a werewolf." he remembered Scott voice saying. Why would he say that... unless. Was he a werewolf? He had been jealous of Scott's werewolf abilities before, but when he had been given the chance himself he had declined. What if he couldn't control himself? What if he hurt someone? Another thought occurred to him, Derek would had have to have bit him. Which meant Derek hadn't wanted him to die. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Just because Derek had decided to save his life didn't mean he felt anything for him.
Stiles stood up and gazed around the place. He noticed his ability to see further, to smell things he never would have been able to smell before. He heard when someone behind him stood up and could practically feel whoever eyes it was on him. Stiles turned around and saw Derek staring at him. He could never tell what Derek was thinking, when he wasn't glaring and being a werewolves didn't help him decipher him any better.
"You okay?" Derek asked so softly Stiles doubted he would have heard it without his newly improved hearing.
"Yeah I guess I am." he swallowed nervously. Not because he was afraid of him, he was just nervous.
"You were compelled." it wasn't a question. Stiles nodded anyways.
"You were compelled to do what exactly?" Stiles swallowed again nervously. If he told him then he would have to tell him why he had stabbed himself. What if Derek didn't feel the same? There was no reason to think he would. He hadn't seen any sign of Derek every having looked at a guy before ..he frowned, actually he hadn't seen him look at a girl in any romantic way either.
"Stiles." Derek said softly. Stiles blinked and looked back at Derek apparently being a werewolf didn't necessarily help him with his ADD. "What were you compelled to do?" Derek asked again. Stiles cleared his throat in a nervous way and stared down at the dirty ground. How did Derek live down there? He refocused on the question even though he didn't really want to because he was afraid of the response.
"I...I was compelled to kill you." Derek didn't say anything for a long moment so Stiles chanced looking up at him, Stiles still couldn't seem to tell what was going through Derek's mind. Derek wasn't looking at him though, he was looking at the ground.
"So you were compelled to kill me." Derek said slowly. "But instead you stabbed yourself? Why would you do that?" Stiles swallowed again, he knew it would come to this. He had barely figured out for himself that he loved Derek, he had barely had a chance to wrap his own head around it and he was going to have to tell Derek. What if he didn't feel the same way?
"Because I couldn't stand to hurt you, because I have feelings for you" Stiles said softly but knew that Derek would be able to hear him. Derek didn't say anything and his eyes were still unreadable.
"You have feelings for me." Derek repeated out loud slower and Stiles tried to find anything in them, any emotion at all but he couldn't.
"Why?" Derek finally said after a long moment. Stiles's eyebrows creased in confusion. Of all the questions he thought Derek would ask, of all the things he thought Derek would say to him he had never thought of why.
"Why?" Stiles asked. "Why do I have feeling for you?" he asked. Derek nodded.
"I don't know why...I find you attractive but it's more than that. I think about you all the time. I think of all the times you've saved me, and every time you've been hurt, and every time you've smiled, and it isn't that smug smile that bugs the hell out of me, my whole world melted away. And yeah you're a werewolf, with anger and trust issues...so your not exactly perfect but I love you." he hadn't really meant to say the last part it had just kind of slipped out.
Derek closed the distance between the two of them and stared at him intensely. Stiles wasn't sure what was happening, so he just stood his ground and let Derek decide what was going to happen next. Derek leaned in and kissed him. Stiles's mouth didn't respond for a few seconds still lost in complete and total shock. Then he kissed him back vigorously until someone cleared their throat. Stiles and Derek separated and found all four werewolves awake and staring them. Stiles couldn't even seem to find it in himself to be embarrassed, and couldn't stop the grin from being plastered on his face either.
"We still have the vampire who wants Derek dead." Scott reminded them. The vampire, how he hated that vampire, he had tried to make him kill Derek. There had to take care of him but how?
"Derek you knew I was compelled? How did you know?" he asked Derek. Derek's eyes sharpened and he looked at the others for moment almost daring them to comment on it. No one did. Derek walked a little ways away from the group and Stiles followed him after a moment.
"I could see the scared look in your eyes but the inability to change what you were about to do. I've seen that look before."Stiles nodded.
"You know about Vampires." Derek nodded.
"What are their weaknesses?" he asked trying to strategize.
"The easiest is bite of a werewolf. Other ways are sunlight, except in some cases but most of time sunlight hurts them. Vervain, not being able to drink blood, wood, fire, beheading, having their heart pulled out of their chest." Stiles nodded his mind trying to come up with a plan, a plan that hopefully wasn't as stupid as his plan to kidnap Jackson and leave Scott and Alison together to watch over him. A plan, a plan there had to be a plan somewhere in his brain. A smile split his face as a plan slowly started to form in his head.