A/N: So this chapter is super short, I know, but the next chapter is going to be long and up in a few minutes. I'm editing as you read. I just had to get this one up before I published the next few which are gonna be 'what if' chapters. Back to this chapter, it's going to take place in that week period after Matt holds Scott, Stiles, Bree, Derek…pretty much everyone at the sheriff's station and Bree is in the hospital from her gunshot wounds. Enjoy!
Stiles:
I was getting a coffee from the vending machine as Derek was in the room with Bree. Dad had just gone to work and I was about to leave for school after I had said bye to my sister. I felt kind of guilty for leaving her alone in a hospital all day after everything that had happened. I knew Dad did too that's why he got off of work early every day. At least she had Melissa to keep her company. I saw Derek's leather jacket walking down the hall which tore me out of my thoughts. "Derek!" I called. He stopped and turned around to look at me. I moved to him and studied him. "You're leaving?"
"Yeah." He breathed, seeming kind of annoyed. "Trust me, I don't want to, but Bree is making me."
"Yeah," I said using the same tone of annoyance he had. "She's stubborn. She does that to Dad and me everyday."
An awkward silence passed over us when Derek finally asked, "Is there something you want?"
"Uh," I began. What better time to have a brother/boyfriend talk? "Yeah, I want to talk to you about something." He looked at me expectantly. If this came out wrong he was going to punch me in the mouth. "Please," I begged. "Don't take this the wrong way and remember what it's like to be a brother while I say this. You know how you would do anything for your sister?"
He looked down like he was remembering his dead family. "Yeah." He said when he finally looked up at me.
"Well, as a twin you feel that times ten. It's like you're the same person. You can't let anything happen to her even if she's the older one by like five minutes and she never lets me forget it." Derek seemed to be kind of annoyed that I wasn't getting to the point right away. "I would die for my sister and even if I don't have claws and fangs or a magical pink light thing I'm going to protect her in any way I can." He nodded understandingly. "This is where it gets weird." I took a deep breath. I really didn't want to talk about this, but I knew I had to. "Now, Bree is a fairy." He nodded. "And you're a werewolf." He nodded again. I knew he was annoyed that I was stating the obvious, but I really, really didn't want to talk about this. "So if you bit her she dies. No question about it."
"Stiles," He sighed. "Get to the point."
"Right," I took another breath. "I know that with…sex," his eyes grew wide and I knew he wasn't expecting that. "It can get pretty intense. Scott told me he almost wolfed out a couple of times with Allison." Derek began to smile like he found it amusing at how uncomfortable I was. "So when you guys are…you know." He nodded again with his smile growing wider and I rolled my eyes at him. "Just be careful with her because if you bite her…I'm going to kill you." I knew how pathetic that sounded next to the big bad alpha, but if he hurt Bree I was gonna hurt him. Somehow.
He nodded with his smile disappearing and put his hand on my shoulder. "You don't think I worry about the same thing?" It actually never crossed my mind. "I love her Stiles. I would never hurt her."
I nodded. I knew he loved her and I knew she loved him. He would do anything for her and I couldn't help but feel a little jealousy. I wasn't her number one anymore. "I hope so."
"I promise you that I'll be careful with her and that I'll do anything to protect her."
"Thank you." I breathed out. He squeezed my shoulder and then turned away. All that mattered was that Bree was safe and he sure as hell could protect her better than I could.
I walked back to her room and she smiled when she was me. "Hey." She said in a weak voice.
I forced a smile. "Hey."
"Shouldn't you be getting to school?"
"Yeah, I should." She was my twin. My other half. "But I'm going to bail," I said as I moved to sit down with her in the bed. "And spend the day with my bed ridden twin sister." She gave me a look of annoyance and I shook my head. "You're not getting rid of me."
She sighed with a smile and reached over me to get the remote. I think she secretly wanted me to stay. "Psycho is coming on."
"Sweet." I called out as she turned the TV on and the iconic theme music began playing as Alfred Hitchcock's name flashed on the screen. I wrapped my arm around my sister and appreciated the fact that she was actually alive after everything we had been through. If I ever lost her I don't know what I would do. If I lost my twin I would lose my mind.
