I was really bored so I figured I would post this chapter. Enjoy.

The ceremony lasted about an hour; each pack member stood up in front of the group, sharing some of their favorite moments with Stiles.

"He was so loyal and would do anything to help others, even if it meant that he would get hurt. He was my best friend, but most importantly, he was my brother." Scott turns to face the casket, tears escaping, and then turns back to face the others, only to walk back to his seat and sits down.

Allison and Lydia were leaning on their mates, tears soaking through the cloth. Derek sat in his chair, unmoving. Evan, hesitantly, gets up from his seat and stands in front of the pack, he begins to talk.

"Stiles Hale: a son, a brother, a lover, but most importantly, my father. I remember when Grace and I were younger. When dad was out, pop would allow us to eat whatever we wanted and allowed us to trash the place with all of our toys, but my favorite memory of pop was when…"

"Evan are you ready?" running feet could be heard above as the child raced down the stairs and out to the downstairs hallway.

"Ready daddy." Evan said, behind blankets and pillows.

"Ok, let's go."

It was the weekly daddy-child time. It was Grace's turn spending time with Derek and Evan had Stiles.

Stiles and his son grabbed their blankets, pillows, snacks and drinks and headed outside.

"Right here daddy? Is this the place?"

"Yeah little man. Ok, let's get started." Stiles placed his supplies down to help his little boy with building a tent. After twenty minutes, Stiles and Evan had a tent in place and a designated area for their snacks, drinks, flashlights, pillows and blankets.

The father and son crawled their way into the tent. Stiles and Evan sitting cross-legged, facing each other.

"…and the big scawwy monster came out and, and he, he was like 'rawr!'" Evan emphasized the 'rawr' by lifting his arms up, curling his fingers as if they were claws, waddling his way towards his father and attacking him. "The monster got you daddy!"

Stiles held onto his little boy. "Ahhh! Not for long!" Stiles started tickling Evan, who let out a high pitched squeal.

"He always knew how to have fun." Evan sat down without another word. It was Derek's turn to speak. He stood up, legs unsteady, feeling as if he was someone else, as if this was a dream and he just happened to be in someone else's body. Derek reached the front, grasped on to the podium, taking deep breaths to calm himself. His eyes red, face streaked with tears.

"S-Stiles…"

"Hey Derek, come in, Stiles is upstairs still getting ready."

"Thanks Sheriff." Derek steps into the Stilinski home.

"Stiles! Derek's here!" A few thumps could be heard from the upstairs bedroom and a muffled 'umf!' Derek and the Sheriff smile. "So what are you two going to do tonight?" Stiles' father asks, turning to face Derek again.

"Don't know, Stiles wanted to pick what we are going to do tonight." Before Mr. Stilinski could talk, Stiles began walking down the stairs to greet Derek, but midway down he stumbled and tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs. He landed on his back and quickly shot up from the floor, wiping the dirt off of his shirt.

"Ok, let's go."

Another memory flashes in Derek's mind.

It was Stiles' and Derek's wedding day. Scott and Jackson stood beside their alpha, talking to him, calming his nerves. Scott reached his arms up and helped Derek tie his bowtie.

Allison, Lydia and Danny were helping Stiles. A knock was at the door, Stiles' father opened the door just enough to stick his head through. "Five minutes son."

Stiles nodded, too nervous to talk. "Allison, Lydia, Danny, c-can I have a moment with my dad?" The three nodded, walking past Stiles' father, leaving the two alone. Mr. Stilinski made his way into the room, shutting the door.

"What's up son?" Stiles walked up to his father, hugging him, tears escaping.

"I wish mom was here."

Sheriff Stilinski rubbed the back of Stiles' head. "She is Stiles, she is. She would be so proud of you; she would have loved Derek. I'm proud of you son, love you always."

"Love you too dad."

The father and son moment was cut short when yelling could be heard outside of the door. "Derek! You can't go in there! Derek!" The door started to open, but Stiles rushed over, stopping the door from opening completely.

"Derek, what are you doing?"

"Stiles, are you ok? I-I…"

"I'm fine Derek." Stiles placed the palms of his hands on the door, leaning his forehead against it. "Never better." Unknowingly, Derek, on the other side of the door, was in the same position: both palms flat against the door, forehead leaning against the door as well.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah Derek?"

"I love you."

"Love you too Derek."

Derek continues to stand in front of the group, not talking, but the others know.

Stiles and Derek were packing the camaro for their trip they were going on.

"So you two just decided to take a road trip last night and are going to leave for god knows how long to god knows where?" Scott asked.

Stiles did not stop walking back and forth from the house, hands full of supplies. "Yes Scott, Derek and I are going on a road trip."

"B-but you can't j-just leave."

Stiles stopped, "Scott, Derek and I just want to explore a little, we're not going to be gone long, you know Derek can't stay away from the pack for long periods of times, but we will be back Scott."

Derek came out of the house, carrying the last few items and placing them into the car. "You ready Stiles?"

"Yeah Derek, let's go." Stiles hopped into the passenger side seat, waiting for Derek.

"Derek?"

"Scott, Lydia and Allison are in charge of the house while you are substitute alpha while I'm gone. Don't mess this up." Derek got inside the car, shut the door and sped off; Scott was left standing in the dust, mouth agape, then ran inside to brag to Jackson that Derek had left him in charge.

Derek finally moved to face the casket containing his mate. He placed his hand on the cold and lifeless face of Stiles, caressing it. "Stiles, I love you so much." A tear escapes and Derek leans down to kiss Stiles' lips. The alpha turns around, lifts his head into the air and lets out a grief stricken howl, the others joining their alpha, mourning the loss of a friend, pack mate, a father, a brother, a lover.

Additional note: I was looking through my stories and noticed that I still need to finish Amusement Park, so I reread the story and I have not a clue on how to finish the story, so if anyone has any ideas, it would be greatly appreciated if you could leave me a note with your idea.

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