Stiles was done. Done with werewolves, done with the alpha pack and done with Beacon Hills.

It's like everyone seemed to forget that he wasn't like them, he bruised, and he bled because he wasn't a fricking werewolf. He was plain old fragile human Stiles and when someone twice his size and height decides to throw him across the lacrosse field he couldn't just get back up and shake it off. Because he was human and not a werewolf which everyone seemed to be forget.

He contemplated telling the pack that he was leaving but to be honest with himself he knew that the only person who would really care would be Derek and wasn't that just a kick up the backside, it wasn't the boy he had called his best friend since they were four or his supposedly loving boyfriend.

It was Derek.

The guy who he accused of being a murderer. The man that Stiles accused of murdering his only living (and Stiles is not including Peter because that guy simply doesn't understand the concept of family in his opinion) family member and burying her in the backyard of their family home which had been burned to the ground whilst their family was still inside by Derek's crazy ex-girlfriend some years previous.

In a way Stiles wasn't even surprised or offended at the realisation, he knows that he and Scott just haven't been the same since Allison came into the picture. They had been drifting apart since the night Scott had gotten bitten by Peter and to tell the truth Stile only held on this long out of guilt.

Plus, Stiles notices the way Isaac looks at Erica and Malia sometimes when he thinks Stiles isn't looking and he doesn't have to be a werewolf to know that Isaac has been going behind his back and cheating on him with them both. He's not mad about Erica, to be honest Stiles never really liked her all that much, but he is pissed about Malia.

His ex-girlfriend.

He wonders how long it will be before they notice that he is not there anymore, how long it takes them to realise that they're basically nothing without him holding their hands like they're a bunch of fucking toddlers and then beg for him to come back conveniently forgetting that they treated him like shit.

No Stiles is not even the slightest bit surprised and maybe if this was a few months ago when he was still holding on, hoping that things would change, that they would get better maybe back then he would have been offended. But right now, Stiles just takes one look around his n bedroom which is now bare from personal touches with blank eyes and leaves out the note he had written out for his father and maybe Derek on his desk to find and read later.

Stiles finds it hard to comprehend what happens next, one second he's placing the note on the desk and the next he's laying on his back with the breath knocked out of him. He can hear growling and feel the heavy press of a body on top of his and just as he's about ready to piss himself he is pulled back onto his feet and into a hug.

"What?"

Stiles is confused until he hears Derek's distinct low chuckle and he all but melts into the embrace. Hoping if he holds on tight and long enough, he can fool himself into thinking that maybe just maybe Derek might come with him.

Derek lets out a sigh and steps back from the hug, Stiles on the other hand lets out a low whine and makes grabby hands towards the man that was something like a big brother to him.

"There's nothing I can do to stop you from leaving is there?"

Stiles shakes his head because he needs to leave, he just can't deal with all the drama and death anymore, he wants to be able to be a normal teenager without having to look over his shoulder for the latest supernatural threat.

"So, you were just going to leave without saying goodbye? Like I'm some nobody that wouldn't miss you when you're gone, like I don't mean anything to you?"

And damn that was like a punch to the gut because Stiles knows just how much his leaving would affect Derek, he knows this because he feels the same goddamn way.

He lets out a shaky breath because he also knows what he's about to say next will only hurt them both more and this was not the way Stiles wanted to leave things between them.

"I was going to leave a letter, I thought it would have been easier that way. I wouldn't have been tempted to stay if I didn't have to go through with saying goodbye and saw how much watching your face would hurt as I left. I would not have been able to deal with everything that comes with saying goodbye to you Derek. I wouldn't be able to leave if that happen because you mean so much to me and it hurts leaving you, I don't want to, but I can't stay either. I just can't Derek. This town has taken enough out of me and I'm done"

Stiles turns then getting ready to leave but Derek reaches out to him and grabs his wrist to stopping Stiles from going any further.

"That's the coward's way out, I didn't take you for a coward Stiles" The man growls out angrily.

Stiles grits his teeth because he knows he deserves worse than that and it's the truth he is taking the cowards way out. His excuse sounded weak and pathetic even to his own ears.

"Cowards way or not I'm still leaving but it wasn't my intention to cause you pain, you're family too me and that's the last thing I wanted to do"

Derek laughs, it's the bitter kind with no hint of happiness hidden inside and it calls to something deep in Stiles and brings tears to his eyes. His excuse really was weak and pathetic, it didn't matter if he said goodbye or not Derek would have been hurt and it was selfish of Stiles to believe otherwise.

"Let me come with you, just give me a day to pack and sort some stuff out and I'll come with you" The werewolf pleads with the teenager, desperate to stay with the boy who he thought of and loved like a little brother. Derek knows he's begging and exposing himself to rejection something he hasn't done since Kate, but he can't seem to bring himself to care because this is Stiles, he's more like family than both Peter and Cora, more pack than any of the other wolves.

Stiles is his anchor, he needs him.

Stiles looks to Derek unsure if he should say yes or not, he knows that he would be better off with Derek, he would feel safer, be safer. But he wants, no needs a clean break and Derek would only remind him of things he would rather forget. In the end Stiles drops his bags and nods his head.

"Fine but only for a day I'm not staying a second longer in this godforsaken town"

Derek simply nods, knowing how much effort it takes Stiles to stay here even a minute longer than he had planned. Derek knew. He had been through it before with Laura after all. That overbearing and constant need to get away, to run from the problems and heartache that comes with staying in Beacon hills, with the demons and memories around every corner.

But it's at times like these that Derek wonders if they would have been better off staying instead running to New York. Maybe Peter wouldn't have been so stuck on revenge and maybe Laura still would have been alive. Derek pushes those thoughts away because no matter how much time passes by it still hurts to think about it.

It hurts so goddamn much.

So yeah Derek knew, what it took for Stiles to wait for him.

Exactly a day later and not a second longer.

Stiles was on a plane. With Derek Hale.

Stiles was scared shitless on said plane with said Derek Hale.

Derek, the arsehole was currently laughing his arse off, and seemed to the think that it was outrageously funny how Stiles managed to face down numerous supernatural creatures who were all bigger, stronger and faster than him without batting an eyelid but put him on a plane and basically shit happens and he freaks the fuck out.

It is kind of embarrassing and Derek is hardcore without a doubt feeling second-hand embarrassment for him right now.

There's a kid no older than five sitting across from them and Stiles could just tell that the boy was judging him so bad right now.

Derek was too busy laughing to agree with Stiles about that particular fact.

"Ha-ha glad to see that my predicament right now entertains you so much" Stiles hissed through his teeth; he swears he just vomited a little bit in his mouth. Which is kind of gross.

Derek stops laughing.

"I don't understand you were perfectly fine during the flight and now we're landing suddenly you look like the planes about to fall out the sky, how does that even make any sense?"

Stiles glares.

Derek stares.

"Okay probably not the best thing to have said given the circumstances but the point still stands I don't know why you're so scared, I mean sure the plane could crash and we all would die but you can't live life too scared of things that could happen when they just as easily might not happen" The werewolf argues.

Stiles still glares.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now landed in England, London Gatwick. The time is currently 19:11 GTM and the temperature is around 17 degrees Celsius. Hope you have enjoyed your flight with us today" Comes the piolet's voice over the intercom system.

Derek wonders if looks really could kill because if so, he is terrified for his life with the way Stiles was looking at him.

Stiles smirks.

Derek thinks that he might have just pissed his pants a little bit.

Derek was on a plane. With Stiles Stilinski.

Derek was scared shitless on said plane with said Stiles Stilinski.