Thank you for reviewing and following;) Here's chapter seven:
Chapter seven:
Derek was losing the will to live. For real. The amount of times that ghost human came around and starting to babble bullshit was literally bumping up to a hundred. And yes, Derek was counting.
Okay, so maybe it sounded a bit sad that Derek was counting the amount of times he and Stiles actually talked, but he just needed to count. Just give the guy a little bit of credit, okay?
Stiles was now currently flailing around the room, discussing how they should throw Isaac's birthday, which was two days away. Isaac had been a little upset that Stiles wasn't going to be there for his birthday, but he had gotten over it when Stiles told Derek to tell him that he'd be there no matter what, and even make Derek buy a gift so he could give it to Isaac.
"So, I think you could lay the presents out on a table here," Stiles said, arms flailing and gesturing towards the air where the table was probably going to be. "And then have a banner that says happy 17th birthday and then get some balloons and tie them to the outside, and spray confetti and stuff…. We have it sorted. Just don't tell Isaac, and tell him to stay at mine or Scott's tomorrow night while Lydia and you set up."
"Really?" Derek asked him. "Me and Lydia, together?"
"Yeah, sourwolf, you can't expect her to plan and set things up from her house, can you?" Sarcastic Stiles, great.
Derek sneered at his mate. "Whatever, Stiles, just tell me what I'm doing."
"Well, if you could get a pen and paper and write down the things I say, then go to store, I will be forever in your debt."
Derek growled, but did as the boy asked.
He was now the boy's slave. Great.
And he knew that the boy would never be in his debt.
Fucking fantastic.
Isaac's birthday had finally arrived. Lydia and Derek had gotten everything done just like Stiles asked, but it did take sometime because Lydia couldn't hear him. But Stiles was patient. Well, as patient as Stiles could be. Derek could here that he was getting impatient with them when he started to stomp his foot on the ground when he would order them around.
"Do you think Isaac enjoyed his birthday?" Stiles asked Derek later when they were relaxing on Derek's bed.
Derek nodded. "Yeah. I think he did. I didn't really have chance to ask him."
Stiles held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry! You had to make sure everything was running smoothly. Nothing could have gone wrong today."
"I know," Derek said. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Stiles. You can stay if you want."
"Gee, thank you," Stiles said sarcastically.
"Even as a ghost you can use sarcasm."
Stiles shrugged. "What can I say, I'm just awesome."
"Yeah, course you are."
"I am."
"Stiles?"
"Yes, Sour wolf?"
"Shut up."
They both lay silent for a moment. Stiles didn't say anything and neither did Derek. Just complete and utter silence fell upon them as they led on the bed. Then Stiles snaked his hand down and grabbed Derek's, and to his and Derek's surprise it worked. They were holding hands as they lay on the bed, neither saying anything and just enjoying the moment.
"Derek?" Stiles said after a while.
"Yes, Stiles?" Derek asked him.
"I just wanted to say...if I don't make it...that I love you," Stiles said after a while, like it took him a few seconds to think about it. "Just remember that if anything ever happens okay?"
"Okay, Stiles, I will."
Derek knew he loved the kid back, but he couldn't say it. Not yet.
Not yet.
Stiles was stood in front of his dad as his dad paced the floor in front of Stiles' bed. Stiles knew what his dad was going to do, and so he knew that he only had a certain amount of time left before he was no longer living. He knew that he had to start to say his goodbyes.
He knew that he should say goodbye to his dad first. And so he does. He willed himself to be in front of his dad, so his dad could see him for real.
"Stiles?" His dad said gasping.
"Its actually worked!" Stiles said. "Dad!"
"Stiles!" his dad said. "Oh my god, you...you're actually a ghost...in front of me...oh my god..."
"Look, Dad," Stiles started, "I know what you're going to do. And I get it. You don't want me suffering any more. Just remember that I love you so, so much and you've been the best dad you could ever possibly be, okay? And that you are going to get over this with the help of the pack, okay? I love you so much, Dad, but you're making the right decision."
"Stiles," His dad sobbed. "I love you too. Say...say...say hello to your mom, all right?"
Stiles nodded with a lump in his throat. "I'm sorry I crashed that night, Dad."
"Don't be silly. Now go...say goodbye to Scott and everyone."
"Dad..."
"Stiles, go."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Stiles knew that that was going to be his last moment ever with his dad.
Ever.
Stiles headed to Scott next. He knew this one was going to be just as hard as it was saying goodbye to his dad. Hell, he was still crying over that. He knew that Scott was going to be tricky saying goodbye too. How can you say goodbye to people when you are ghost about to die?
Scott was sat on his bed, on Facebook when Stiles showed up. Stiles willed himself in front of Scott, and Scott's reaction was the same as his dad's.
"Stiles!" Scott said. "Hey! How are you? Do you feel okay? Are you going to wake up soon?"
"Whoa, Scott," Stiles said sadly. "I'm sorry, man. You've been my best friend for so long and just remember that I love you, all right? No matter what happens, I will always be here for you. I know this may sound crazy, but just hear me out. I'm not waking up, Scott. I know I'm not. So, I need you to take care of my dad, you hear me? Please. I love you and you are my best friend and no matter what happens, I am always the sarcastic one, all right? No one take that title."
Scott's tears were falling. "Stiles, I don't want you to go."
"I know, Scott," Stiles said, "but I have too. Stay strong and be all growly, okay?"
Scott laughed sadly. "Love you, Stiles. You're my best bud. Ever. Who else who listen to me whine about Allison for so long?"
"I'm sorry to go. I'm really scared."
"Don't be."
Stiles smiled.
He spotted her by her big blond curls as she made her way to her room. He willed himself to show up, like he did with his dad and Scott, and he stood in front of her as she made her into her room, just saying goodnight to her mom.
"Erica," He said.
She jumped up and growled, before realising it was him. "Oh, hey, Stiles - wait, Stiles?! How can I see you...I thought it was only Derek-"
"It is. Was. Is. I don't know. Just remember that I think you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world and that I love you so much, okay? So very much. Too much. You are like a sister to me. Who else could be my partner in crime?"
"Stiles, why are you saying this? You're freaking me out."
"I'm saying goodbye, Erica. I'll be gone soon. For good."
Erica's eyes filled with tears almost instantly, breaking through the tough girl barrier she had put up. "No! Why?"
"I'm suffering, Erica, it's my time to go."
Erica sniffed. "I love you, Stiles. You are kinda cute."
"Love you too, Erica. Carrying on being the most awesome shewolf ever, okay?"
She nodded, tears falling.
"Bye, Stiles."
Allison was wiping her arrows and bow over when Stiles appeared next to her and looked at her. She yelped out, before relaxing and seeing that it was only Stiles. Stiles who was now crying and looking really sad and depressed.
"Stiles, are you all right?" She asked him.
"No. I'm going, Allison. My times almost up," He said, sniffing. "I just wanted to say goodbye to everyone. I don't think I can get to everyone on time. Jackson and Boyd and Isaac and Peter and Lydia and Derek..."
"Stiles," Allison said, "I love you, okay? You are like a brother to me. I'm really sad to see you go. I look after Scott for you, I promise."
"I love you too, Allison, even if I don't tell you guys it enough. And you read my mind for the rest of it. Just promise me you will help them through this. You are one of the most strongest people I know. Just please, look out for them."
Allison chocked up. "I will, Stiles, I will."
"Thank you so much," Stiles said, "for everything."
And he was gone.
Stiles saw Jackson on his bed, sleeping soundly like a little baby in a cot. Stiles willed himself to appear before gently shaking Jackson awake, who sprung up and was slashing his claws about before laying his eyes on Stiles. He hopped up and took in his red face and blotchy nose, tears coming down now.
"Stiles?" Jackson asked softly.
"Jackson, I know it may seem like I hate you," Stiles said quietly, "but I don't. I never have. Well, I did hate you when you got together with Lydia but I'm over it now. I love you like a brother, just remember that, okay? And don't let Derek go off the rails. I know he will, but don't let him."
"Why are you saying this stuff, Stiles?" Jackson asked softly.
Stiles shook his head. "I'm leaving, Jackson. I can feel myself starting to slowly slip away. I'm saying my goodbyes. So, remember that you are like a brother to me and always will be, all right? And make sure I make first line when I'm gone, will you?"
Jackson chuckled, his eyes watering slightly. "Take good care of yourself, Stiles. I love you like a brother too."
And Stiles was touched, for Jackson never said I love you too anyone. Not even Lydia.
Lydia. Lydia Martin was messing around with her make up and hair in the mirror before noticing Stiles leaning against her chair, breathing heavily. She could see the change in him. She could tell that his time was slowly coming to a close. She leaped up.
"Stiles," She said softly, "I love you like a brother. Remember that. Don't leave us alone. Always watch over us."
"I knew you'd figure it out the moment you saw me," Stiles said hoarsely. "I love you like a sister. At first, I was so hopeful that you'd go out with me, that you'd love me in that way, but now I'm happy with the brother and sister love. Make sure you look after yourself, Martin, all right? Good ole Stiles will be your guardian angel, okay?"
Lydia nodded, crying. "Stiles, are you all right? Are you scared?"
"I'll let you in on a little secret, Lydia."
Lydia lent forward to catch the secret. "What?"
"I'm always afraid. No matter if its Derek or just you, I'm always scared. I just mask it."
"Bye, Stiles, I love you."
"Love you too, Lydia. Bye."
Peter, Boyd and Isaac were together so Stiles found it easier. He had time for everyone. Soon, he would be drifting away from all of them, slowly and slowly until he could see them no more. He could feel himself getting colder by the minute, his breathing was now turning laboured. His ribs and everything on his body hurt. But he willed himself on to say goodbye to everyone.
Isaac was the first to notice him standing there, and looked him over. Boyd and Peter followed next, studying him closely.
"Stiles?" Peter asked. "What's wrong?"
"Right, let me start with you," Stiles said, "Peter, even though you are a complete pyscho and a dick, I still love you like an uncle. You know, a creepy ass uncle that you need to watch all the time out of the corner of your eye. Look after that nephew you of yours, all right?"
Peter nodded. "What's wrong?"
"Hold that question," Stiles said. He turned to Boyd. "You are like my brother. I love you like a brother. Like family. Just remember that I will be looking out for you, okay? Even if it seems totally insane because you are a super cool werewolf, but just remember I love you, okay?"
"Okay," Boyd said. "Like Peter said, what's wrong?
"Shh," Stiles said, breathing heavily. "Isaac. Even though I haven't really known you that long, just like Boyd, I still love you like a brother. I will always look out for you. Pursue your dreams, okay? Because you are worth it. You're worth everything. Let nobody tear you down, okay?"
"What's wrong?" Isaac said.
"My time...its almost run...out," Stiles said. "Got...just...enough...time...to say...goodbye..to Derek."
"Bye, Stiles," The three of them said.
"I love you all," The sarcastic kid said.
"Love you too," They all chorused.
Stiles couldn't wake Derek up, so he just pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before turning and walking right out the door. He had left a note though. He had hid it where only Derek would look afterwards, when he got the news.
He started to make his way to the hospital.
Stiles was gone when he woke up. He didn't know where, he was just gone. He didn't know where he had gone either. He was there one moment, and then he flickered and left. Derek rose from his bed and staggered towards his bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and showered before coming in and changing.
Peter was holding a cup of coffee out for him when he walked down. He just took it and drank it all, ignoring the burn it made as he swallowed it down his throat. Peter didn't comment. Derek didn't want him too. Derek got up after a while, put on his leather jacket and walked to his car.
Something was different today. For one, Stiles wasn't bothering and Stiles always bothered him, twenty four seven. Also, he had this feeling in the pit of his stomach; the same one he felt the day his family died, when his house burnt down. Derek felt uneasy today, and when he reached the hospital the uneasiness started to grow. Something was very wrong.
Stiles' dad was at the hospital.
And he hardly ever was at the hospital.
Derek climbed out of his car and headed inside, like it was a normal visit. He just wanted to see when the sheriff was here for. Derek knew that it was okay for him to visit his son and everything, but the sheriff never did that because the hospital reminded him of his dead wife. So something was very wrong.
That was when he saw it. Stiles' dad hovering over Stiles' bed, the nurse beside him telling him how to do this and do that. And that Stiles heartbeat was slowing down, and they knew. Derek burst in the room, and John turned around, his face red and blotchy from crying.
"What are you doing?" Derek growled at the man.
"I can't leave him to suffer, Derek," John said after a moment. "He's been in this coma for a month now, and nothings happened. I can't just leave him, Derek, he's suffering so, so much."
"What are you doing?" Derek repeated, growling.
John sniffed, a tear slowly rolling down his face. "I'm turning off his life support."
Derek felt like crying. Stiles was no longer going to be bothering him. Not alive or ghost. He was going to be dead, and that meant that Stiles was going to be dead and not around any more. He wouldn't see those brown eyes look at him any more, smiling with innocence and happiness. Gosh, he was crying. He could taste the salty water on his lips.
And things were just getting to be perfect.
Stiles was going to become his mate, and they would grow old together and be happy and raise the pack...and now Derek wasn't ever going to have that. He knew it was selfish for him to think like this, but he didn't want Stiles gone, he wanted him here, either ghost or alive. As long as he could see him. As long as he could love him. He loved Stiles. He loved Stiles. HE LOVED STILES!
But Stiles couldn't suffer any more. Every heart beat was a painful one as the body that lay on the bed was no longer an active one. He knew that Stiles was never going to actually come back anyway, somewhere in his heart because every one left him, either way. But Stiles was going to be gone forever, and he just couldn't deal with that.
He remember back to the first day he saw Stiles. He was so happy that he could see Stiles that he never really wanted to let him go. He wanted to hug him. Kiss him all over and tell him how happy he was that the sarcastic kid was alive. But he had kept a lid on it, because he knew that Stiles would fight for him, cause him pain because he would fight to hard, and he would be gone quicker.
But what was he going to do? How was he going to stop it from happening?
He knew only one way.
"Stiles, I love you," He said, coming closer to the bed. "Stiles, I love you."
The heartbeat had stopped, the monitor beeping as it had, the 0 flashing up.
"STILES, I LOVE YOU!" Derek shouted.
Then he pounced forward, smashing his lips to the boy's in front of him.
Don't kill me, but it's a cliff hanger;) sorry;D It made me cry to write this chapter, it really did;'(
