AN: Because I'm a tease, here's another chapter. It'll make you think I update fast, fun fact I don't always. My thanks goes to all my readers and to pandabear1715 for helping me write this story.

We worked really hard on this chapter so I hope you like it. Okay we sorta worked hard.

Warnings: Abuse

Derek can't help but think about what his sister said to him about Kate. Had Kate really done anything wrong? When he thinks back on it he doesn't think it's really been exactly what a relationship should be. He's not saying she abuses him or anything but Laura's had enough relationships with men that he's learned a little bit about love and all that true romance stuff. Laura's never had a boyfriend that is always around, hell, even Scott isn't around as much Kate is. Oh God, his relationship is worse than his kid sister's relationship. He should be the one in high school. And can Kate talk anymore trash to him about his family and friends? Seriously, she's called Laura a bitch more than he can count. And he just let's her. That's it...Laura was right. Laura's always right. He pulls his car on the street and parks, there she stands. Her arms are crossed and she's tapping her foot like she's been waiting for hours, which maybe but she can damn well wait a few more hours. She doesn't have the right to be impatient when all she's done is stress him out and create a wedge between him and his family. He cuts the engine and gets out of the car.

"Finally." She bites out and he holds up a hand, then points to her.

"We need to talk." He says to her.

"Damn right we do." She snaps back and he raises his brows at her as she continues. "What the hell were you doing at that kids house? We had plans to hang out when you woke up and you couldn't even call me to tell me you'd go to that brats house?" He looks at her, his nose scrunched up and he lips parted. His eyebrows are furrowed. He's angry and disgusted at her attitude. "What Derek? Huh? Do you want to date him instead? Huh? You wanna fuck a teenage boy?" He inhales and then shakes his head.

"No, what is wrong with you?" He yells back, missing the two teens in the window. "I've grown up with Stiles, my whole family has. He's been through enough shit as it is, he doesn't need anymore. I hate seeing him hurt and I hate when people talk bad about him so shut up." She gapes at him outraged.

"Derek?!"

"No, shut the fuck up for five seconds. Five, let me speak. You have been nothing but a disease to my family and I. You can't control me or tell me when I can't hang out with someone who is basically family. Do you understand?" She frowns at him and he misses the shocked looks between the two teens.

"Do you see what he's doing?" Derek can't help but look at her like she's crazy. "He's making you think bad things about me. This is why I didn't want you with him. He's not a nice person."

"You're joking right?" She blinks at him, lips frownign and eyes innocent. "Are you crazy? You've gotta be crazy. I've known Stiles since he was freaking born he's the nicest damn person I've ever met, even surpassing my mother. Alright, stop being a bitch." She gasps at him and hits him the chest.

"Don't call me that."

"Don't act like one. I am so sick of you." He points at her again. "You know how sick I am of you? We're done. Over! I'm breaking up with you." He smiles and waves walking away.

"You can't break up with me!? Derek! Derek!" She screams after him and he just laughs at her. "You're breaking up with me over a kid, Derek!"

"No, I'm breaking up with you because you're a bitch. And uh...i just did it so...don't call me." He gets in his car, ignoring her screams for him, starts the engine, blasts the radio and drives off. He was going to go home, lay down and forget this day. Then he was going to go back to Stiles' and get his sister to get the dumb teenager to fess up to whatever is happening to him.


"Who was that?" Stiles asks, as he stirs his bowl of brownie mix, looking to Laura as she hangs up her phone. She scoops some dripping batter and licks it off her finger.

"Issac, he was with Allison and they heard Kate and Derek fighting?" Stiles raises his brows at her, encouraging her to continue. "Apparently she said some very rude things in regards to him not going out today and he broke up with her." Stiles almost drops the bowl, gaping at her. "I know, I'm shocked." He pours the bowl into a pan, barely looking at her as he responds.

"And happy, you've gotta be happy."

"She was a clingy bitch." Laura says with a nod. "She was always like 'you call me when you wake you wake up and we hang out. And when we're hanging out you call me when you're in the bathroom without me, understand?'" Stiles laughs at her mimicking voice of the other woman, almost spot on he notes.

"That's great." He snickers, putting the bowl in front of her and slipping the pan in the oven while heading for the door, where they both hear the banging. "That was hilarious." He opens the door only to be shoved backwards as Jackson storms into the room, anger on his face. "Jackson?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jackson yells at him, slamming the door shut and stepping to Stiles, who gapes back, eyes darting to the kitchen.

"With me? What the hell is wrong with you? Barging in my how like that for no reason. Have you lost your damn mind?" He yells back and Jackson growls at him while Stiles levels him with a glare.

"At least I can keep my mouth shut." Jackson grounds out, looking like he was ready to strike out at any second and clock Stiles in the mouth. Stiles took a step back.

"What are you talk about?" He yells, his arms flailing in front of him, confusion filling him.

"I'm talking about Scott and Cora coming to my house. What did you tell them? Hm? What, Stiles?" Stiles gapes again and then purses his lips.

"I didn't tell them anything. I haven't talked to anyone." Jackson grabs his shirt and pulls him closer.

"You're lying. What did you tell them!?" Stiles grabs the fist clenched in his shirt and stares at Jackson with wide eyes, before they dart to the kitchen door again.

"Jackson, I didn't tell anyone anything." Stiles hisses and his eyes meet Laura's as she raises a brow and walks over.

"Jackson, get your hands off Stiles right now!" Jackson lets him go but his eyes never leave Stiles' face. "What the hell is going on in here?"

"Jackson came over to visit." Stiles says, looking back towards Jackson and Laura steps next to him.

"You're father said he couldn't be here, so he's going to have to leave." Stiles keeps his eyes locked with Jackson's and Laura looks between them. Jackson looks to her.

"Look, I'm already here so why don't you fuck off and mind your own yeah?" Jackson bites out. Stiles scolds him loudly while Laura gapes at him, stepping to him.

"Stiles is my own so I can't do that. Why don't you get the hell out? Anything you need Stiles for you can call him for. Now, go." Jackson glares at her.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" She purses her lips at him and raises a brow.

"Yes, I do but I doubt you know who you're talking to?" Stiles is quick to shove Jackson back and look at Laura.

"Both of you knock it off right now." He says, looking between the two pointedly. "This is ridiculous." He snaps.

"Well, tell that bitch I can stay." Stiles turns and plces both his hands on Jackson's chest after the other teen jerks forward to point at Laura.

"Jackson, you need to leave." Jackson looks to him. "I'd grab my coat and go out with you but I have brownies in the oven. Look, we'll get together later okay? If my dad finds out you were here we won't see each other." He points behind him, hiding it with his body to signal that Laura would tell his father. Jackson stares down at him then looks over to Laura with a glare. "Please, Jackson. I promise, after the brownies are done I'll call you and we'll go okay?"

"Fine, whatever." He grabs the back of Stiles' head and smashes their lips together, nipping at Stiles' bottom lip as he pulls away. "Don't forget to call me."

"I won't." Stiles leads him to the door.

"Buh-bye, now." Stiles looks to Laura with warning eyes but she's just smiling and waving teasingly at Jackson. He smiles lightly at Jackson and watches him get into his car as he shuts the door and looks at Laura desperatly.

"What the hell?" He asks, his shoulders sagging. "You're supposed to be nice."

"Trust me Stiles, that was nice." He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen. "He had you pinned by your shirt and you're trying to tell me he's not hitting you?" She begs him.

"It's not like that." He tells her and digs through the fridge, grabbing the milk and taking a swig.

"Not...? Stiles he was screaming about you telling Cora and Scott something. What is it like then?" Stiles shuts the fridge and looks to her, frowning.

"Not that, Laura, can we not. Please." She looks at him and then looks away, trying not to be disappointed that he didn't tell her. He licks his lips and looks to the floor hurt.


Derek is talking with Cora when he hears Laura come in the front door. He tells his baby sister to have fun and be home early before hanging up and standing up. He didn't expect Laura to be home so early, he was going to head over after a shower to get Stiles to open up but now he can't. Well, he can but something must have happened. He walks and stops when he sees her face.

"You're home early. What happened?" She holds up the container in her hand and gives shrug, walking past him to the kitchen.

"Stiles made brownies." Derek frowns and tilts his head. "And Jackson showed up."

"Oh god...what happened? Did he kick you out?"

"No...he went out after the brownies were finished or...he invited Jackson in. I don't know. He made the brownies told me he was going to call Jackson and go out." She walks to the living room and sits on the couch, pulling her legs up so she sat with them crossed over each other on the couch.

"Cora said Scott and her went to go see Jackson earlier." Derek tells her before sitting next to her and facing her.

"Yeah, Jackson was yelling at Stiles, accusing him of telling them something." She leaned closed to Derek, tears filling up in her eyes. "He had Stiles by the shirt Derek and I was thinking he was just gonna hit him in the...hit him. And Stiles was just gonna take it."

"It's okay, we'll get him out. He'll be okay." Derek says, grabbing his older sister to hug her tightly as a tear slipped down her cheek. They both sit there for a minute before Laura pulls away and smiles at him lightly.

"So, now that you and Kate are over...thinking about anyone else?" She raises an eyebrow and smirks, knowingly. This was something she had noticed about her brother long ago.

"No, no one." He lies to her and Laura gasps before calling him out on it.

"Liar. You're different with Stiles then you are the rest of them. I see you the way you are with him, the way you get when he's around." Derek rolls his eyes and shoves her lightly.

"Shut up." He tells her. "It's not like that at all."

"Stop lying to me. I know you too well. Besides, I think the two of you would be great together, almost perfect." She tells him and he looks at her, shyly and unbelieving.

"You really think so?" He asks her. She nods and leans into the couch.

"I know so." She tells him with a wink.

"Alright, okay. Fine just don't tell anyone. Not a soul." He warns and she rolls her eyes but nods. He doesn't want to tell her it's because nothing would happen between the two of them. Doesn't want his mother and sisters to try and get the two together when there isn't a shot for them.

"You can tell everyone whenever you're ready. As long as it's not hurting anyone, I'll keep it." She tells him before nudging him up. "Now, come on, we've got some delicious brownies to eat. And you've had his brownies so you know I'm not lying."