Rule #10) all's well that ends well. (unless it doesn't end well, then it sucks.)

"Hey guys." Derek took a small step into Laura's hospital room. "How's the baby?" Laura grinned proudly and held up a shriveled prune. "What do you think?" Derek recoiled in shock.

"Are babies supposed to be that ugly?" He asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer. Laura gasped and snatched her baby back. "Don't listen to him, you're beautiful! He's just jealous because a baby is prettier than him!" Derek glared at the baby.

"Oh don't worry, Derek! You're still my favorite guy," Laura smiled. Her face was bright red and sweaty, but she was still beautiful. Derek leaned in to take a closer look at the baby.

"Um, Laura? I'm pretty sure it's a girl,"

"WHAT!?" Laura's loud shriek rang throughout the ER.

Xxxx

"Are you going to let Camden in?" Laura set her jaw. "No way. He's the ass who put me here."

"Laura, I think he really wants to see you." She sighed. "Fine!"

Derek stepped out into the hall and motioned Camden in. He moved to sit next to Stiles. Stiles moved away. "Hey Stiles, what's up?" Stiles turned away. Now that the adrenaline from earlier had worn off, he remembered why he was mad at Derek. And he planned on ignoring him until he went away. He didn't.

"Derek, go away."

"I thought we were getting along! What happened? Is it my sister?" Stiles turned to look at him.

"You have to stop blaming other people for your problems!" Stiles yelled. Derek was dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about? We were getting on just fine not five minutes ago!" Derek took a few steps towards Stiles, but for every move he made forward Stiles moved two spaces back.

"When you were upset, yeah, maybe. Because I didn't want you to be upset! But now, no. You're just using me! Thanks for the heads up, by the way." Stiles shot glares to each Derek, Malia, and Cora. In turn, each look alternately taken aback and shocked.

"She told me everything, okay! I know all about you and your stupid game!" What game?

"What game, Stiles?" Derek was seriously getting tired of all the yelling. It seemed they couldn't be in the same room for more than a couple minutes without starting a fight over something. "What game!" Derek caught Stiles lean forearm in his large hand to stop him from moving. Stiles screwed up his face in anger. "Goddamnit Stiles!" Derek yelled, thumping his hands against the wall Stiles was backed against. He could feel his face turning bright red with rage, but he didn't care.

Stiles tried to push Derek off of him, but the larger man wouldn't move, staying uncomfortably close, his nose nearly touching Stiles nose, the friction from the both of their jeans rubbing together making Stiles feel light-headed. He knew he probably shouldn't enjoy the feeling of being trapped, Derek's thick fingers digging bruises into his upper arms, but knowing didn't stop him from leaning his face up to Derek's, begging to be kissed. Derek for his part, did try to resist, but a willing Stiles, shoved against a wall, vulnerable and silent, was too much to handle. Derek was never very good at doing the right thing, anyway.

The kiss was violent. It was all pressure and tongues and teeth. Stiles wanted it to stop, but he couldn't bring himself to tear away from the sensation.

"Oh, Stiles. I told you this would happen. It always does with him. That's something we have in common," Derek whirled around at the sound of the familiar, goading voice. A voice that haunted his nightmares. It couldn't be. But it was.

The first thing Derek noticed about Kate was the tight leopard print dress she was wearing, far too high to be appropriate for any public place. The second thing Derek noticed was lost in the roar he heard in his ears at seeing her. He spun away from Stiles, intent on protecting him from her wily ways and grasping fingers. His jaw hit the floor as Stiles maneuvered his way around Derek to run forward to Kate, and wrap his arms around her middle.

"Stiles…." He stood staring at the sight in front of him. A sight he hadn't even thought he'd ever see. Kate was smoothing Stiles hair with her left hand, wiggling her right at Derek suggestively, and whispering soothing words into his ear. Derek caught the occasional 'son of a bitch. No really, his mom's a bitch,' and, 'if he ever touches you again I'll punch out his teeth.'

"What. The hell. Do you think. You're doing." Derek spun around as Cora launched herself at Kate, who pulled Stiles in front of her as a shield. Cora's nails raked down Stiles cheek, red lines immediately surfacing, blood pooling in one of the shallow scratches. He gave Derek a broken look.

"I know we fought a lot, and had a lot of misunderstandings, but I really thought you were somebody I might love." He gave a short laugh. "Guess I was wrong. Least I get the last laugh. Never did manage to get me into bed, did you? My virginity's intact." He scoffed. That was the last thing he cared about right now, but judging by the look of utter horror on Derek's face, it made him feel pretty damn bad about himself. Stiles was going to call that a win.

Derek found himself surrounded by a mob of Stiles angry friends. So far, he'd only been forced to face the wrath of them separately, but they were all teaming up against him now. It was slightly terrifying. Derek tried to shoulder his way through the mob, but they wouldn't let him anywhere near Stiles. Kate pulled Stiles towards the exit, her fingernails digging into his upper arm.

"How dare you!" Lydia glared daggers at Derek, unsure of exactly why he wanted Stiles virginity, but furious none-the-less. Jackson the Hollister model smirked behind her. Something inside Derek snapped. He lost it, reaching out and punching Jackson in the face. He pushed through the crowd around him, not caring as he knocked a few teens over.

"Stiles, wait! We need to talk!" But Stiles was too far gone to hear. Or even care.

Xxxx

"Honey, please. If I had known about this," Camden motioned helplessly at the sleeping baby in his girlfriends' arms, "I would have done more to help!" He gently rubbed her arm with his fingers.

"I didn't want you to know! Obviously." Laura muttered, glancing at her newborn. "Are you upset?" Camden reached out to grab her chin. He pulled her face to look at his. "Laura, of course not! We did something so special here. This is a miracle. I always knew I wanted kids, and I love you more than anything. I wouldn't want anyone else to be the mother of my daughter." He took a deep breath. "Which is why I'd like you to be my wife." He glanced at her hopefully. Laura looked up at him, eyes shining.

"Yes! I would love to! We can be a big family: you, me, Isaac, and the baby!" Derek coughed.

"Laura."

"Oh, and Derek."

"Laura!" Derek practically yelled. "This is great and all, but I need help!" Laura patted the edge of the bed. "Come forward you will, and hear my great wisdom." Derek rolled his eyes, and joined his new family on the hospital bed.

Xxxx

The first thing Stiles noticed when he walked in his front door was a lack of light. The second thing he noticed was lost in the bout of spluttering and angry hand gestures he made upon seeing the candles and romantic dinner.

"What the hell? How did this get here?" He stepped forward to read the place card. "Ugh! Stupid Derek thinking he can win me back with fancy food and romancy stuff!" He threw the note to the ground, telling himself he was too mature to crush it under his heel. He wasn't. 'I don't have to take this!' he thought, and whipped out his cell phone to call Derek.

"Stiles, I want to explain!" Stiles turned to see Derek brooding in the shadows. "Speak of the devil! Here he is. Just the man I DIDN'T want to see!" Stiles turned his back and folded his arms, determined not to let Derek hear the sniffle he let out. Derek did. Moving forward to embrace the smaller man, he tried to remember why he thought this was a good idea. Stiles shrugged his attempts at comfort off the first few times, but eventually gave in. It felt so nice to be wrapped in Derek's big arms. Before he got too comfortable, though, a thought occurred.

"Hey! How the hell did you get into my house? Breaking and entering is like, the epitome of not-romantic!" Stiles gave Derek's (rock-hard) chest a shove. It didn't move an inch. "Have you been doing plyometrics? You feel more—" He stopped himself. Not the time to drool over Derek Hale's god-like body. Derek shrugged and looked uncomfortable.

"Isaac let me in." Goddamnit! Why had he given Isaac a key? Stiles tilted his face to look Derek in the eye.

"This was the worst idea. Ever!" Derek looked down sheepishly. Stiles caught his face. He wanted Derek to see that he was deadly serious. "Over the course of our relationship, you have had some pretty shitty ideas, so it is saying a lot, but this really takes the cake! You come into my house uninvited in the middle of the freaking night, set up a creepy dinner that looks like it was stolen from the set of psycho," (He was lying, of course, the dinner looked quite nice), "And wait for me to get home. What part of this seemed like a good idea?" Stiles yelled the last nine words, venom flying through the air. Derek flinched.

"I just wanted you to see how sorry I am,"

"Sorry for what? I thought you didn't do anything?" Stiles scoffed. Derek looked at him, heartbroken. Why couldn't Stiles just see that he was a good guy?

"Stiles? Are you ready?" A seductive voice called from the doorway. Derek and Stiles leaned over to look simultaneously, Derek's hands tightening in his embrace of Stiles. Kate stood in the hall, holding a giant box of condoms and wearing lingerie.

"Oops, didn't know you had company!" She tittered, not looking at all fazed at being caught in her underwear (slutty man-eaters they were) standing in a teenage boy's living room. Derek turned to look incredulously at Stiles who hid his face in his hands, tips of his ears bright red.

"I thought you were waiting for someone special." He deadpanned, not letting on how cold his insides had gotten. Stiles mumbled a response through his fingers.

"It seemed like a good idea. Get it over with so you won't see me as a prize anymore."

Derek was dumbfounded. Of course he saw Stiles as a prize, but because he was something to be treasured, loved. Not because he was untouched and Derek wanted to ruin that! Kate wiggled her fingers, "Boy's, ready?"

"Stiles, listen to me. This doesn't mean anything to her! She just wants to ruin you for some sick game! She's using you!" Stiles ripped his arms out of Derek's hold.

"Maybe I don't care." He muttered, the quiver in his voice giving him away. Derek shook his head.

"You waited for so long, are you really gonna throw that away over some imagined slight, just to hurt me?" Stiles stayed silent, his back to Derek.

"Let me try this a different way. Do you know who took MY virginity?" Derek asked. Stiles didn't answer, but Derek could see his head turn slightly.

"Kate." Stiles recoiled in shock. "Yeah, I knew her that long ago. Whatever lies she told you are just that—lies!" Stiles turned slightly, the shock he felt reflected on his face. Behind him, Kate appeared to be struggling for words.

"Are you really going to believe him? After everything? You've been on three dates in your life, one was Danny trying to help you figure out your sexuality, and the other was Heather trying to lose her virginity. The first two were agendas about sex, why is it so hard to believe that the last would be? He did what I told you, didn't he? Took you home? But not to his place, no. He could leave easier in the morning if it was your house." She spat, advancing on the boys. Derek felt his heart turn to ice.

"You mean like what you did to me? When you destroyed my heart?" He turned to Stiles. "Go ahead. Do it. Sleep with her. But don't expect me to be here when you realize she was faking it." Derek blew out a candle, "Have a good night." He strolled out the door, the would-be casualty in his step lost as his breathing grew ragged. He could hear Stiles and Kate talking softly behind the door. Not that he was listening. 'Jeez. He really hates me.'

Xxxx

"What now?" Derek opened his mouth to respond to the pointed question his sister shot at him, but she held up a hand.

"You know what. I don't want to know. Maybe something's wrong with you." Derek recoiled like she slapped him. Laura nodded and went on. "You keep having problems in relationships, you blame them. Maybe it's you!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Whoever it is, I'm done hearing about it!" She pressed the call button on her armrest. "Nurse? Can you send in security, please? I think things are about to get violent." She eyed Derek's clenched jaw, and curled fists. "Very violent."

xxxx

After Derek was unceremoniously thrown out on his ass, he headed home. Where better to feel pitiful and self-loathing than in the comfort of your own house?

About three hours into Derek's ice-cream and Real Housewives marathon a knock came at the door. He grunted, and pulled himself off the couch. Who the hell dared to interrupt him at a time like this?

He yanked the door open. Stiles stood soaked and panting, the sweatshirt Derek had dropped on his floor in their mad dash to the hospital draped over his thin shoulders. He opened his mouth, and said the three words Derek wanted to hear most.

"You were right."