Stiles couldn't remember exactly what happened that caused him to be upside down. Ok, he was slightly sure he was upside down. He was staring at his steering wheel and it was going in circles no matter how hard he tried to bring it into focus. He closed his eyes tightly as white hot pain shot through his head. Trying to clear the foggy feeling in his head he concentrated best he could on his surroundings and his body.

He could feel hot, sticky trails of what he knew was blood coating his head, thick enough he could feel it dripping from his hair. The copper smell to it would have made him sick had he been more with it. Better not to think about that.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to glance around. More shooting pain radiating his body as his eyes took in the broken windshield and side windows. The Passenger door was nowhere he could see right off hand and with a look to the left he could see his door dented inward. Smoke was coming through the broken windows but luckily he didn't smell any gas.

He tried to blink his eyes clear but the world was still spinning. Spots appered in his vision, so many pretty colors. He thought that he should at least try to get himself out of his seatbelt and on flat ground. He should try to get out of the jeep and somewhere of relative safety. He should try. But as much as he wanted to he couldn't keep up the battle of keeping his body awake and coherent.

He closed his eyes and it was like slipping into a warm bath, blackness slowly taking him over. Blissful blackness and no pain. He heard a howl in the distance that made his heart ache and the sound of multiple feet running toward him as it finally swallowed him whole.

*20 minutes before*

Pack night at The Loft was in full swing. Stiles was relaxing on the couch between Erica and Boyd as they told him about their weekend away in LA. His face hurt from smiling so much but he couldn't help it. They were so madly in love it was cute and sort of pathetic.

"And she thought it would be a good idea to just stick her head out the window and start talking to this guy!" Boyd said with a great flail of his arms that reminded him of himself. He was talking about the homeless guy on one of the corners they were stopped at while waiting for the light to change.

Erica laughed at him. "What? He looked so lost! Could you imagine having to depend on everyone elses hospitality for when you might get your next meal? It's sad. I just wanted to talk to him for a minute, see if I could make him just a little bit happy." She said sheepishly. Erica acted like the badass of the group all of the time but she had a soft heart that rivaled his own. She would put herself out there for anyone if they looked like they needed help. Even if it was just a few kind words.

Boyd looked at his girlfriend with endless love and amusement. "Yeah, and to slip him the $20 you had in your pocket that you didn't think i saw." Erica blushed at this but didn't deny it.

Stiles wasn't bringing much to the conversation except his laughter at times but that seemed to be enough for them. Being around his friends has definently helped him balance out. Don't get him wrong. He was still a 'Hyperactive Spaz' as Derek liked to call him. But being surrounded by his friend he often liked to just sit back and watch and listen.

While the lovebirds were busy staring at eachother with hearts in their eyes 'yuck', he looked around the room at his other pack members. Lydia sat on the other sofa in the room, feel propped over Isaacs legs while he gently rubs a thumb over her ankles. He's not going to lie, he was a little hurt when she had come up to him a month ago and informed him that she and Isaac were officially dating. He had pined after her for so many years and never recieved so much as wishful thinking from her.

But the more he was around them the more he saw that they were perfect for eachother. Isacc brought out what Stiles considered the best of Lydia Martin. She laughed more with him and around the rest of the pack. Her real laugh. Not the one she often used when around people at school to keep up her social status. She no longer acted like she ruled the world or that she knew everything, (who was he kidding, she still knew everything. And had no problem letting anyone know that) but she was more conscious about the feelings of others and was much warmer to those who she previously thought beneath her.

In Isaac, she brought him out of his shell that his father had tried so hard to keep him in with his abuse. He still had his moments of self-doubt but being with Lydia, along with the rest of the pack, helped him heal and Stiles likes to think he finally found the family he had longed for after the death of his mother that turned his father into the monster that he was.

Seeing them together made him realize that his feelings for the feiry redhead were not the head over heels in love that he had thought for so long. He cared for her very much, but he slowly started to see, the more time they spent together, that it was more of a deep affection like he had for Scott. She was the sister he always wanted. He would die for her like he would Scott. And to him, that was so much more.

Of course he was ignoring the fact that he had only realized his feelings changing when he started to spend more time with a certain Alpha turned Beta with dark hair, a sleek car and a scowl that could light a match it was so hot.

Derek Hale was the one person that could send his world spinning with the long looks he shared with Stiles while they research, the casual touches that leave his skin burning and so softly inhale when he came close to his hair, subtly taking in Stiles scent. Then act cool and aloft toward him. Putting space between them when before there had barely been any.

He was often close to confronting the werewolf about it. Wants to know why he brings him so close, only to push him away at the last moment. Wants to know if he feels the burning need for him the way Stiles does everytime he looks at him.

Speaking of, he looks toward the other side of the living room and frowns. Where did Derek go. As he looks more closely he finds that scott is also missing. When had they left?

Knowing that he will not be able to fight his curiousity he gets up, stating that he was going to get a refill of his drink. Erica and Boyd scooted closer to eachother while Lydia asked if he could get her some too. Making his way over his foot got caught on the table and nearly sent him sprawling. He hears his pack laughing as he straightens himself. Isaac, being the smartass that he is, comments. "Damn Stilinski, how are you on Lacross again? I've seen baby fawn with better balance."

Stiles blushes while he smiles, taking Lydias cup. "The key, good sir, is to make them thing your less than what you are. That way you hold the element of surprise!" He bowed like he was showing off then promptly tripped over the same table when he turned around. Ignoring the comments and laughs coming from his friends, he would get them back, he made his way to the kitchen.

He was just about to turn the corner when he heard Scotts voice. " Not telling you to do that man. But you gotta figure out what you want. Cuz frankly, your making my head spin."

Stiles listens closely. He knows the two werewolves in the kitchen would be able to hear his heartbeat but by the sounds of it they are too ingrossed with their subject on hand. He hears a sigh that he knows came from Derek due to the slight growl. "Since when do you get to tell me what to do exactly? You might be my Alpha now, but your still many years under me and need to stay out of my business."

The answering growl was low but Stiles could feel the power of Alpha behind it. Derek didn't say anything but he thought he heard a huff of frustration. Stiles listened closely as Scott spoke. "It concerns me when it involves my pack. It concerns me when it involves their happiness." When he spoke next Stiles heard a cold anger in his voice that he didn't think Scott capable of outside of the bad guy of the week. "And it sure as fuck concerns me when it involves my best friend and what I can see it does to him when you mess with him."

Stiles was floored. Scott was defending him from Derek. He honestly didn't think Scott noticed when him and Derek got a little too close. But he can't say he's really surprised. Scott had jumped into his role of Alpha with a steady head on his shoulders and a protective streak that matched nothing like he had ever seen when it came to his pack. It didn't matter what they were facing down. Scott was always the one in front of his pack members, ready to take on anything the world threw at them to keep them safe.

He was also there for the little moments when Beacon Hills was not in danger of being taken over by the monster of the week. Like when Isaac came to him and told him that he still suffered nightmares from the years of abuse from his father. Scott had talked to him, held him close, then called everyone over for an impromptu pack night. They had piled blankets and pillows on the floor and proceeded to pile on top of each other, each member keeping some form of contact with Isaac.

Or when Boyd wanted to do something romantic for Erica when they had first started dating but they could never find time to get together due to school and fighting supernatural evil. Scott had gotten together with Derek and between the two of them they had decorated the loft in soft light, a table set for two with take-out from the local Italian place they all loved, and set soft music for them. Derek had texted them, telling them to come by the loft for an emergency. When they walked in it was to see Scott and Derek standing there dishing out their meals. They left the couple standing there in shock that the only came out of when Derek called out as the loft door was shutting "And don't even think about having sex here!"

Scott goes above and beyone for those he holds close and Stiles had always felt honored that he was one of those. The first one.

Dereks next comment had his blood freezing. "It's just some harmless flirting. It doesn't mean anything."

Of course it doesn't. He knew that. Had always known that. But it doesn't make it hurt next. Scott plows on. "It does to him!" Stiles can tell he's trying to keep his voice down. "You know how he feels about you. It hasn't exactly been a secret Derek! And yanking him around like that is not helping him or you!"

Stiles leaned a little more closely to the corner that led to the kitchen. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest and wondered how the two closest to him couldn't hear it.

He heard Scott exhale, breath deep, and exhale again. Like he use to when his asthma acted up. "Derek, you know that no one here would have a problem with you guys getting together right? Like, Were all just waiting for it to happen but you have to get your head out of your ass to do it!" The growl was back.

Dereks next words broke him. "And what makes you think that I would ever that?"

He said it with no small amound of disgust in his voice. Like the very idea of it caused him to act like someone just spit in his burger. Could he really be that repulsed by Stiles that he has to be like that!

He felt tears tingle in his eyes and he knew he had to get out of there before he lost it. He set the cups down on the shelf as he passed adn made his way to the Loft door, not before Lydia stopped him. "Did you forget about me?" Cute litte pout on her cherry lips.

He tried to smile but knew he failed miserable. Rubbing his hands together as he often did when his emotions were all over the place he said, "Sorry Lyds. My dad called, said he needed me home right now. Isaac can get it for you thought." He motioned toward where he left the cups. "It's right in there. Sorry, I..." He didn't know what else to say and felt himself losing his battle so he quickly closed the door before she could say anything else.

Climbing into his Jeep he started the engine, only slightly surprised at how much his hands were shaking. Throwing it into gear he pulled onto the main road and made his way...Not home. He knew his dad was home and didn't want him asking questions.

Deciding to just drive for a bit he let the tears fall. God, this hurt so much worse than when Lydia kept rejecting him. He knew he loved Derek. Had loved him since he met him in the woods of his families home. Broady and angry at the world for what it had dealt him. Throughout the next year he had become less angry and started coming around more. He thought the little touches and glances meant that Derek could actually return his feeling.

More tears feel. He couldn't have been more wrong. And he knew that Derek had been with guys before. Prefered it after what that bitch Kate Argent had done to him. So it wasn't the fact that he was a man that Derek didn't like. No, it was just because it was Stiles. And that hurt so fucking much.

He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, had no idea how long he had been driving, silently crying, when his phone had rang. He wasn't going to answer it but he recognized Scotts ringtone so figured it was safe to say he was worried that Stiles would just leave without a word to him.

Sighing, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and pressed the green button. "Hey Scott" His voice sounded watery even to someone without werewolf hearing. He knew Scott would be able to tell he had been crying.

Of course he did. "Stiles? Are you ok? Where are you?" He sounded worried and Stiles hated that he did that. "I'm ok buddy. My dad called and said he needed me home. I just had to leave in a hurry."

Silence on the other line, then Scotts soft voice. "You know I can tell when your lying, even when were on the phone, right." Stiles gave a watery chuckle. Stupid werewolf hearing. Scott continued. or tried to. "Stiles, man."

But Stiles started shaking his head "Please don't Scott. Just don't talk about him or it or anything that...FUCK!"

He had closed his eyes to blink the tears away and when they had opened them again a herd of Deer ran across the road. He swirved to avoid them but yanked the wheel too fast. He had the same sensation of being on a roller coaster except there was broken glass all around him and pain, so much pain. When the ride was finally over he felt himself falling asleep, not able to look around to see what kind of condition he found himself in. The last thing he heard was Scotts voice shouting his name frantically from somewhere in his car.