Previously:

"Why do you even care Derek?" Stiles continued to ramble on loudly. "You've hated me since day one! And if this is your way to hurt me than you can just leave right now." Extremely frustrated, Derek ran a hand through his hair…how to make Stiles understand. What do they do in movies? Staring at Stiles and seeing Stiles was awaiting an answer, Derek went with the classic kiss-to-shut-them-up move. While he was right in how it was effective in getting Stiles to shut up, he wasn't expecting Stiles to start kissing back in a passionate matter. He broke it off and took a step back.

"That's why I care." Derek walked away, leaving Stiles standing at his front door, mouth open in shock and mind racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Dumbstruck; the only word that could explain the look on Stiles's face. Well that's not true…flabbergasted, shocked, dumbfounded, stunned, and rendered speechless could all be use. Derek had kissed him; kissed him, kissed him of all people and then just left like it was no big deal. Like it was no big deal that Stiles started kissing him back and wanted to continue kissing Derek; that Stiles wanted Derek to shove him against the wall much like how he had done when they first met because less face it, Stiles really enjoyed the rush it gave him. But no…Derek had said something and left him standing there. What had he said? Stiles racked his brain for the answer but a bunch of mumbled, faded words came to head.

"Dammit Sourwolf!" He threw his hands up in the air before getting his house key from his pocket and going inside. Walking into the kitchen, Stiles went to the far left kitchen cabinet and got down a glass. Perhaps water would help him make sense of what just happened, though Stiles sincerely doubted it. It would probably just make the situation even more confusing. Sipping on the water, he bounded up the stairs to his room, eventually sitting down at his desk and staring blankly at his light-blue walls. On the way up he didn't switch on the lights, so from the outside, it was strange that the teenager was just staring at nothing in the complete dark with no noises. But that's what Stiles did…for several minutes before a thought popped up. Fumbling around for his cell phone, he pulled up a contact that, in the past, he's restrained from calling. On the third ring, the person picked up.

"Hello?" The voice was candy-sweet but the tone was of annoyance.

"Lydia, its Stiles."

"Stiles? What are you calling me for?" While the annoyance was still there, it was toned down a little by his ex-crush.

"I don't know what to do." Stiles groaned, not even beginning to explain what happen.

"What else is new….what happened"

"I got kissed…by Derek." A small blush came to his cheeks when the memory replayed through his head.

"Did you kiss him back?" Lydia demanded.

"Of course."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He just…he…." Stiles waved his free hand wildly about, trying to explain it. "He just left! I don't even know what he said."

"Did you go after him?" Even though Stiles was nowhere near the girl, he could feel her judgmental, annoyed glare.

"I was to—"

"Stiles! He kissed you. He left, and you didn't go after him! Does he even know you've been pining over him for over a year?"

"I kissed him back. Doesn't that count?"

"Stiles, call me when you've told Derek." The dial tone met his ear and after rolling his eyes at the dramatic flair Lydia always seemed to add, Stiles turned off his phone. Was that what happened? Derek had no clue that Stiles wanted him? Did Derek not get the hint when Stiles kissed him back? He is a werewolf and all; Derek should've heard his heart rate increase. Rubbing his eyes, Stiles took a glance outside before falling onto his bed.

Stiles thrashed back and forth in his sleep. "Dad!" He screamed out and his grip on the sheets beneath him got stronger. "Dad!" The teenager shrieked out. If anyone had been in the room around him…but there wasn't. It was only the boy moving violently on his bed. "Please….come on! You can't leave me!" Tears had come to the Stiles's eyes and suddenly he sat up, chest heaving from the fear the nightmare induced. "Dad…" The word was more of a whisper now. Stiles wrapped his arms around himself, much like how he did at the hospital. His light crying turned into hard sobbing.

The fear of losing his father, despite him knowing that his dad was going to be fine, was overwhelming. At the hospital he barely let out of the fact that inside was falling apart more and more. Strings that were barely holding him together were snapping and breaking apart by the second. Control; the word kept being repeated in his head. He needed control. He needed the control that only one thing could bring to him.

Then another thought popped into his head; what about Derek? Looking at the clock on the side-table, the numbers 1:29 shined brightly at him. Stiles ran a hand through his hair while shaking his head, no way would Derek like an interruption this early. Control. Biting his lower lip, Stiles walked over to his desk and took a deep breath before opening the upper right, locked drawer. Control. He gripped the razor tight in his hand and held it close to his left wrist. With a small, restricted flick of his wrist, a small red line appeared; then another and another and another. Control.

The morning light woke him up. As he shook himself out of his slumber, he felt a slight pain in his wrist as Stiles moved to sit up. Thrown into a small moment of disarray, Stiles checked his wrist in a flash of panic. Stiles's eyes widened a little as he saw the marks on his wrist. If Derek somehow found out, he'd be killed. Thinking about Derek brought up thoughts of the impeding impediment between the two. Rolling his head to crack his neck, Stiles walked to his dresser and pulled out his grey lacrosse hoodie.

Picking up his watch and his keys, Stiles didn't even stop in the kitchen for breakfast before he was out the door and on his way to the hospital to check up on his father. The doctor gave the same news as before and that his father would be released in a few hours. He was also told to expect a call. On the way out, Stiles was stopped by Mrs. McCall coming in to work.

"Hey honey, how's your dad? I was gonna check on him before I start." She gave him her classic soft smile.

"He's doing okay. He's gonna be here a little longer."

"Alright sweetie." Melissa put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed a slightly. "Well I have to go. Call me later okay?" Stiles nodded and gave her a small hug before leaving. As he pulled his car door shut and as he was driving back to his house, a realization came over him as he turned onto the street to Derek's loft; he wasn't driving to his house. His subconscious had led him to the place. Shrugging his shoulders, Stiles pulled up to a parking spot and got out; might as well talk to Derek now rather than later.

Reaching the lofts' door, he hesitated before pulling it open. "Derek?" No answer. Just out of curiosity, Stiles stepped farther into the flat. "Derek, where are you?" Stiles asked in a sing-song voice, trying his best to be funny.

"Stop being annoying Stiles." Straightening up at the voice, Stiles looked around. At the top of the swirly stairs, Derek was casually walking down.

"When aren't I?" A silence came over the two. After a minute, Stiles decided to ask the question on his mind instead of being abstain. "Are we going to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" There's the evasive Derek Stiles knew.

"You know what I mean; the kiss." Stiles moved his hands to try and emphasize what he was saying.

"What about it?"

"You know…" Summoning his courage, Stiles stepped closer to the werewolf. "the kiss." Derek looked at him in a cautious matter, unsure of what the teenager was doing. "It went," Stiles took a step closer. "something," another step closer, "like this." Stiles grabbed Derek and pulled him down till his mouth was right next to his, until they could feel their on each other. The tension became too much and Stiles pulled Derek down to kiss. Their mouths clashed together in a mix of passion, intensity, and zeal. Derek took control and pushed Stiles against the lofts' poles. Any sexual tension that was there, increased exponentially. Stiles's hands stayed on Derek's neck while Derek's hands started moving up and down his body. When Derek started kissing his neck, Stiles moaned in delight.

"Are you sure about this?" Derek broke away for a second to whisper the question.

"Definitely." The kissing started again and the want to touch each other's bodies increased. All other thoughts were out of Stiles's mind until Derek touched his wrist, causing Stiles to mildly jump in surprise. Being a werewolf, Derek let out a growl and broke away.

"What the hell was that Stiles?"

Again, thank you so much for reading!

I had so many ideas for this chapter that I kept changing how scenes would play out. :)