Derek does not know how long he sat in silence, staring blankly out of the window; all those years being separated from his mate and the not knowing of where Stiles was or if he was ok. He should have brought Stiles to him, should have turned him sooner; if he had, Stiles' wouldn't be dead.

Memories of the past flooded his vision, but the one that really stuck with him was the day that he and his betas left.

The faithful betas and the alpha were running last minute training, trying to stay fit and ready for any thing. Allison and Lydia were sitting on the back porch watching their mates train while Stiles was in his bedroom staring blankly at the wall, escaped tears running down his face.

Derek finally decides that the betas are ready, he nods his head towards the girls, signaling to his betas that it is time to say good-bye to their mates. Jackson and Scott run up to their lovers, hugging and kissing them; wishing that they could just stay. Danny followed behind his other two pack members, watching with tears in his eyes. He feels a strong hand clap his shoulder, it was Derek. No words were exchanged, but the two had an understanding.

The alpha walked into the house, listening for his mate's heart beat, after a second of searching, he can tell that Stiles is up in their room. Derek makes his way towards the stairs, taking two at a time and stopping just short of the entrance to the room. He taps on the door, just enough so Stiles can hear.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice a soft whisper; a sniffle could be heard as Stiles brings his hand to his face to wipe away the traces of the tears. The young man turns around, eyes puffy and nose red from crying.

"Yes?"

Derek has a lump forming in his throat, tears swelling in his eyes. "We're, we're getting ready to leave." The alpha looks down at the bed, trying not to look at the hurt in Stiles' eyes. Derek can feel arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. "Stiles."

Tears could be felt on his shoulder, Stiles' silent tears. Derek brought his hand up to Stiles' neck, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. The teen's body started to shake as he started sobbing.

"Y-you can't leave." Hearing his lover's voice made the alpha lose control and allowed the tears to flow freely.

The two lovers held onto each other, not wishing to let go, knowing that when they break the embrace that Derek will leave and Stiles will be alone.

Derek lies down on the bed, bringing Stiles with him. Stiles lies on top of Derek and eventually fall asleep. This is when Derek decides that it is time for him to leave. He gently moves out from underneath the sleeping Stiles and places a kiss on his forehead. The movement causes the boy to wake up and wrap his arms around the lycan again, pulling him down and kissing him passionately.

Derek blinks, tears escaping. The alpha stands up, box in hand and walks out of the room. He walks past Nancy without a word, walking to his car, getting in it and driving off into the distance; towards his home.

Words were not spoken when Derek returns home, the others busy with whatever they were doing. Derek walks into the home and goes straight upstairs to his room. For the most part, everything is silent; giggling in the distance could be heard, Lydia and Jackson in their room talking and the kids were doing whatever the hell that they did nowadays.

Derek lies down on the bed, curling into himself and silently crying himself to sleep.

Derek wakes up in a dimly lit room, his eyes scan around the enclosed space; he recognizes it as Stiles' and his room, the day that he had left.

Derek sees Stiles holding on tightly, not wanting to let go, he sees himself leave and Scott entering the room.

He blinks again. This time, he was looking at Lydia and Allison packing, telling Stiles that they were leaving and his mate going to his room and slamming the door.

'Bang!' Derek is now in a different part of time: Grace and Evan leaving, the children hugging their teary eyed father, telling him good-bye and running off in the distance.

The alpha is watching from a distance as images of Stiles' life is revealed to him.

Stiles wandering alone around the country side.

Stiles sitting in complete darkness.

Shattered picture frames thrown about.

Stiles entering the retirement home.

Sitting and staring out of the window.

Reuniting with the pack.

The bite.

Death.

Derek wakes up, panting, out of breath, sweating. The alpha looks about the room, noticing darkness crawling in from outside and the wind starting to pick up. Derek goes over to his window, looking out into the forest and the clearing. So many things have happened in that clearing. It was where Stiles and he professed their love for each other, where the pack would gather for meetings and family gatherings… where Stiles died.

Derek shutters at the memory of Stiles receiving the bite and falling to the ground, out cold. How frantic everything was. He held onto Stiles' body close to his while silent tears fell to Stiles' face.

How could he have let this happen? He was supposed to protect his mate, not let him die. Darkness clouds the alpha, pain and suffering more so present than ever. He walks over to his dresser, kneeling down on the floor to grasp the bottom drawer. Derek is able to get the drawer out, searching the contents until he finds a small metal box; he opens it, his eyes flash red.

The alpha grabs the needed items, taking them out of the box and going over to his bed, sitting down. He places the items on his lap, staring at them.

'Click' Derek places the first bullet in the gun.

'Click' second.

'Click' third.

Derek aims the gun at his stomach, deciding that he shall have a slow and painful death, like he inflicted on Stiles only a few months ago. Another click could be heard, his finger steady on the trigger. Derek closes his eyes.

Stiles' smile

Chocolate brown eyes

Laughing

A silent tear streaks the alpha's face. His grip on the gun tightens, the move of his trigger finger, he's ready.

A howl shakes the house, shuffling could be heard; the bedroom door flying open, revealing Scott and Jackson in the doorway.