(Sorry for the delay I've been up to my head in studies and I'm finally getting a break. I'm going to try and post as many as I can. =D So here you go.)
Derek's P.O.V
My patience had ran out. I was tired and annoyed with all of this. My fists were clenched as I continued walking back to the warehouse. I didn't know what I was going to do or what I should do. I needed to protect the ones around me, but I didn't know how to do that. Not to mention, the one I loved the most was on the opposing side. I growled under my breath. He had tried to get me to kill my pack. That was the last straw, I couldn't bare it anymore. I had tried to give him a chance, but that was the end of it. Any optimism that I had was gone.
A sharp snapping noise erupted from behind me.
I turned quickly and gazed at the figure in front of me. It was Stiles. His hands were stuffed into his hoodie pockets and his eyes were focused on the ground. He inhaled deeply before looking up at me.
I cleared the lump that was forming in my throat. "I thought I said this conversation was over."
"I want to help. I can't let you do this to yourself, my assistance could help a lot."
"And how do I know I can trust you?"
"Come on Derek. The only reason I did this was to make sure you didn't get harmed," He mumbled quietly.
"So you want to help?" I asked carefully.
He nodded slowly and stepped closer to me. "I know what they're like, their skills and weaknesses. I can help," he mumbled.
I sighed and nodded slowly. I turned my back towards him and continued to the warehouse.
He caught my jacket and turned me towards him. "Derek...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I just couldn't deal with you getting harmed," he said slowly.
I watched him carefully, examining his movements.
"Please Derek...please forgive me," he pleaded and stepped forward. His arms circled around my waist and he hugged me tightly.
I hesitated before wrapping my arms around him as well. I couldn't help but burrowing my face into his shoulder and inhaling his scent. It reminded me of the wonderful times we've had. I wanted that back...so bad. I wasn't sure if we would ever be able to regain our relationship, but I was hopeful.
He pulled back and looked at me.
I sighed slowly and stepped back. "Come on, we need to make a plan," I mumbled and turned from him. I had an urge to grab his hand and reassure him, but I held it down. Instead I settled for walking beside him, close enough for satisfaction.