C-Courage

Derek paced back and forth in the waiting room in the Vet office. His pups all sat in various places. He stopped pacing when he heard a small sob. He turned his head slightly to see Stiles, his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face. In his haste to save Bree, Derek had forgotten about the human. Derek quickly walked over, lowering himself so that he was eye level with Stiles. "Hey." He whispered. He could feel everyone's eyes on him now, but he ignored them, only focusing on Stiles. "I couldn't save her Derek. I just... I couldn't." Stiles eyes opened and he looked at his Alpha. "I failed her." Derek's heart broke not for the first time today. He pushed aside his own grief, and pulled the human into his arms. Everyone watched in stunned silence. "It's okay." Derek whispered, his voice cracking as he held the boy close.

They were interrupted when Deacon walked out. They could see the blood all over him, and Derek could only think that Bree couldn't live if she had lost that much blood. Deacon looked at the people in the waiting room, all staring at him. He gave them a smile. "She's fine. In pretty critical position, but she's breathing." Deacon said. It was like everyone let out a breath that they had been holding. Stiles sagged against Derek, and Derek held him close. In this moment, Stiles and Derek were bonded more than Derek had bonded with anyone since his family had died. "Is she awake?" Isaac asked, standing up. Deacon turned to look at the boy, and frowned. "Bree lost alot of blood. She won't be awake for quite sometime I'm afraid." He let everyone cope with the realization that their friends was going to be fine before he spoke again. "You've all been through hell and back. You should go home. Rest. I'll call when she's awake." Deacon turned to walk back into the room when a voice stopped him. "No." Deacon turned his head to see the Pack standing in unison, Derek in front. They were finally together. It made him smile. "Alright. If you wish, you can make use of the medical supplies and the shower in the back room." With that he walked out

It took Bree two days to wake up, and in that time, Stiles and Derek never left the Vet's office. Deacon slipped from his office to check on the teenager currently residing in his examination room. He walked in to find her sitting up, her head hung. "I see you've finally joined the living once more." Deacon said smiling. Her head snapped up, her eyes turning a bright yellow. He smiled reassuringly at her. "Want me to go wake up Stiles and Derek? They haven't left since they brought you to me." She looked at him, and he saw something in her eyes. "I don't want want to see them." She whispered, looking back down. Deacon frowned, walking deeper into the room. "They are very worried about you, Bree." Deacon said, coming to sit next to her. She heaved a sigh, and brought a bandaged hand up to wipe at the tears falling down her face. "I betrayed them. Even though it was to help them, to save them, I hurt them. Oh god." She whispered, closing her eyes. He could see the pain, not just physical, but emotional, play across her pale features. "Bree, what you did- and I have a feeling I know what you did- but it took courage. So much courage that not even the bravest person could have done that. Because you were fueled by love. Love for your family. You should talk to Derek. And the Stilinski boy. They deserve that much." He gets up and walks out, but turns to look at her at the door. "I'll have them come in a few moments." She understands. He's giving her a choice. Either she can stay, or she can leave.

She stands up, pain shooting through her torso. She pulls the bottom of her shirt up to see layers of bandages covering her abdomen. "You lost alot of blood." She whirls around, her eyes zeroing in on Stiles. He looks like hell. His eyes are bloodshot, and it looks like he hasn't had a decent nights sleep in a few days. "I was covered in it. I just... I couldn't make it stop." He whispers, staring at her. "You told me to tell Derek you loved him." Stiles is crying now as he glares at his best friend. "Like you were leaving. And you were. You gave up!" He yelled. Tears welled in her eyes and she stumbled forward. "Stiles-" She said. He looked so hurt and lost and it killed her. "I thought- I thought you would all hate me. I BETRAYED you. I lied. I lied to all of you." She whispered. He shook his head and looked at her. "You don't understand. I don't fucking care. You're my best friend." He said. With that, it was like the entire world came crashing off her shoulders. She let out a sob, and crumpled to the floor. Stiles caught her half way down, hugging her to his chest. As they sat like that, Derek walked in. He stared at the blond Teenager wrapped in Stiles arms. He felt slightly numb.

Stiles looked up, his face covered in tears. "What the fuck are you doing just standing their, Sour Wolf. Get over here." That jolted Derek out of it, and he dropped to his knees beside Bree and Stiles. He tugged the sobbing girl from Stiles' arms, holding her close. "Im so sorry. So sorry." She kept saying over and over and over again. He laughed, and closed his eyes. "I don't care. Im just glad you alive. I understand. I love you." He whispered, his face tucked into her hair. Thats when he remembered the knife tucked into his pocket. He pulled away, and pulled it out. "I think this belongs to you." He whispered. She took the knife into her hand, and then dropped it to the ground, hugging him. Because it was the knife Derek had given her when she was a human. To protect herself.

Yaaayyyyyy. Three done in one day. :) I blame it that I've been watching Teen Wolf on Netflix ALL day. Because, ya know, Teen Wolf airs in 59 days. :D Can't wait. Shirtless Derek. Cute spazzy Stiles. The entire works. So excited. :)