Stiles woke up from the sun hitting his face. The first thing he noticed was the warmth that resonated through the bed. He turned over on to face the inside of the bed to find Derek's back. He looked at Derek's shoulder blades rise and fall as the natural light flooded the room. How did I end up here with him? Stiles thought about the events leading up to this, a cursed book, Crusaders, dark magic, Satan… the thought brought chills up his spine for only a moment. Derek took in a deep breath which brought back the warmth. Stiles curled up into a ball to absorb all the warmth he could. It was so nice for him to let me stay here. Stiles started to think about how he felt about Derek. The warmth he was feeling only supported what he thought; he was in love with Derek Hale.

Stiles rolled back over to the window with a frustrating sigh, the sun shining back on his face. How could he be feeling this way about him? He was sure Derek was straight… granted the girls were all psycho but they were all girls nonetheless. Stiles figured since he was up he should make something for Derek as a 'thank you for harboring me when I was freaking out and crying'. Stiles rolled out of bed and noticed he was still in his clothes, probably too sleep deprived yesterday to have noticed. He made his way as quietly as possible to the door and made his way to the kitchen. He checked the refrigerator to see what he had to work with and was surprised to find it full of food. He decided on eggs with toast and coffee. Stiles started Derek's coffee machine and the noise echoed through the loft. After toasting the bread and making the sunny side up eggs Stiles found two plates and made sure it looked appetizing. Stiles placed the plates on Derek's kitchen table and made his way over to the room.

"Hey Derek?"

Derek rolled over to face the celling and inched back to rest his head on the backboard.

"Hey. What's u— Did you make eggs? And coffee?"

Stiles smiled. "And toast. Is that ok?"

Derek rubbed his temple and got up from his bed. He was still in his sweatpants, which was a little bit of a let down. Stiles really wanted to see him in his underwear.

"Yeah that's fine. Thanks. You didn't have to do that."

"Mhmm, it's no problem. I wanted to as a thank you… for everything."

Derek nodded. They made their way over to the table after pouring their coffee. Derek turned on the news and they ate in silence. The anchors covered nothing eventful. After they finished Derek went to the couch and sat drinking the rest of his coffee and Stiles joined him after he gathered the plates in the sink. Derek took an aggressive sip of his coffee and stared at Stiles.

"What is it?"

Derek shook his head. "I think we should call a pack meeting. Get Scott, Kira, Lydia, Liam. We need to come up with a plan."

Stiles nodded. If anyone could beat the Crusaders it was all of them together. Derek made short work of the rest of his coffee and started calling everyone. Stiles decided it would be a good time to wash the dishes; he didn't want to leave a mess for Derek to clean later. Stiles finished the dishes and suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. My book! Stiles ran across the loft and into Derek's room. Stiles saw Derek craning his neck to see what was happening from the couch as he ran across the room, but he didn't care. Stiles found his book under his pillow in Derek's bed. He took hold of it and felt his heart slow back down. Derek rushed into the room.

"What's wrong?"

Stiles shook his head. "Nothing. Sorry. I just needed to make sure the book was here."

Derek looked at him for a moment in deep thought.

"You sure you're ok?"

Stiles nodded and stood up. Derek went back to the couch and made his last call to Lydia and Stiles joined him with his book once again.

"Lydia? Hey. Emergency meeting at my place in 30. Can you make it? Alright see you then."

Stiles opened the book and flipped through some of the pages after casting the translation spell, which he did almost without thinking. Derek looked over at him.

"You sure you should be looking through that?"

Stiles looked up. Derek looked concerned.

"Eh," Stiles shrugged, "if I don't cast anything it can't hurt right?"

Derek shrugged.

"Plus," Stiles added with a little embarrassment, "I need to do something. It will make me feel like I'm helping. I don't want to be a problem for you all to fix."

Derek shook his head. "You're not a problem Stiles. If you're in danger we're going to have your back. That's just how it is. You'd do the same for us."

Stiles smiled. He remembered when he first met Derek. He felt nothing but fear, but once you got to know him he was actually very sensitive and protective… which Stiles loved. Derek grabbed a book and sat back down, turning down the TV to a slight whisper. They both sat engulfed in their literature of choice. Derek grabbed his family's book of anything mythological. He liked to reference it when he encountered something he knew nothing about. Stiles found a string of spells that seemed to boost other people. This must be the 'shadows to empower your allies' that Luke was talking about. Stiles felt if he had to use the book, the only kind he would want to use would be that type. If he had to defend himself the last thing he wanted to do was turn into those monsters from his dream. He looked through the numerous spells and found a couple he thought would be useful. He made sure that he didn't say any of them out loud. Someone was knocking on the door and Stiles looked up from his book. Derek was already half way across the loft. Scott and Kira were the first to arrive. Shortly followed by Lydia who picked up Liam on her way over. Scot and Kira shared the love seat, Liam and Lydia sat on the couch across from Stiles and Derek sat next to him. Derek rubbed his hands together and got right to the point.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice. We have a problem."

Lydia sighed loudly, "What now?"

Derek told everyone about the cellar that he discovered and the barrier he couldn't cross. He told them how Stiles risked his life to retrieve the book and then recited the findings of Stiles research. Which impressed Stiles, he didn't think Derek cared as much as he did. Derek ended with the threat of the Crusaders and the troubling dream Stiles had. During this debriefing of sorts Stiles was looking down at the book, not wanting to face his friends. He felt embarrassed that he got everyone into this mess. He looked up a few times just to catch a bewildered glare by everyone. He wouldn't have been able to sit their with everyone's eyes on him without Derek. The warmth he was giving off kept Stiles close.

"So, that's what we are up against. Stiles slept here last night after he came over."

Stiles looked up to see everyone's reaction to that and found Lydia's shocking glare. It was less shock more 'spill later'. Stiles felt a rush of blood go to his head and it must have been audible to the werewolves because Scott Derek and Liam all looked over at him with confusion. Kira decided to break the growing tension.

"So is that all we know about the Crusaders?"

Derek shrugged. "I can't find much else about them. But going off of what Stiles found I think they might be connected to the witch trials though."

Everyone shifted in their seats, uneasy about the mentioning of witches. "It's just a hunch though. Stiles' information points to the late Middle Ages more than the early 19th century. But I can't help but think of witches with this book."

Lydia nodded, "I agree. I don't think this is completely irrelevant to the Crusaders during the Holy Wars but it definitely has more of a Salem feeling to it."

Scott turned to Stiles, "Why didn't you call me when any of this was happening?"

Stiles rubbed his neck, "I wanted to but you were with Kira on your first date when it first happened and I didn't want to ruin anything for you all."

Scott frowned, "No way man, you can always call me dude."

Kira nodded, "Yeah. No matter what we're doing if you're in danger you should let us know."

Stiles felt so lucky to have such great friends. "Thanks guys."

Scott smiled. "Anytime bro."

BANG BANG BANG BANG

Stiles was startled by the sequence of bangs coming from Derek's door. Everyone looked towards the door and Derek was the first one up. Scott and Liam followed, with Kira shortly behind them with her Katana out. Lydia and Stiles retreated back to the kitchen where they could get a clear view. Derek went up to the door and gave everyone a reassuring look before opening it. As Derek twisted the handle the door slammed open, launching Derek back against the wall. A man dressed in white robes with red streaks randomly placed emerged from the other end. He had black gloves on and rosaries decorated his neck and wrists. The man stepped into the loft and looked around, landing his gaze on Stiles. Stiles gripped his book and fear took over his body. This must be a Crusader.

"You."

Stiles stepped back as Scott crouched down and growled, Liam and Kira assembled behind him. The man placed his gaze back on the group in front of him. Scott shot up in the air and raised his hand up against the man, claws ready to tear through his flesh. The man kept still and waited till the last possible second to dodge. As he twisted away from Scott's claws his hand came up and met Scott's elbow. It was brief but the pressure from the impact sent Scott spinning and into Derek who was just recovering. Kira started swinging her Katana as she ran towards the man. The man didn't move during the initial conflict and now shifted his footing, anticipating Kira's attack. Kira put more force behind her blade as she reached the man, but the man twisted around her quickly and thrust his hand down, making contact with Kira's spine. Kira screamed in pain as she projected to the floor. Liam had already lunched forward and was about to make contact with the man's skull but the man grabbed at Liam's head and pulled Liam over his shoulder. Liam hit the floor with a thump and the man palmed Liam's chest. Derek was back on his feet and the man turned to him, readjusting his footing. Derek launched forward and was inches from the man in a second, which must have startled the man because he jumped back to put distance between them. Derek was fast though, and clawed at the man's stomach. The man twisted in the air and landed on the couch, tumbling back into the coffee table. Stiles could only stand back, fearing for his life. He watched as Scott picked himself up and grasped his elbow in pain, howling. Scott looked around and made contact with Derek's eyes,

"I can't heal! Why can't I heal?"

Derek backed up and started to think. Stiles looked over at the man who was now getting back up to his feet and then back at Lydia who's stare was focused on something out of the normal world.

"Lydia? What's wrong?"

She looked back up at the man in disbelief and then turned to Stiles slowly.

"I hear agonizing screams. This Crusader… was apart of the witch exorcisms. No. Not exorcisms, executions. And not just witches. This man, is close with death."

Kira cried, holding her back, "What does that mean?"

Liam was still on the floor, clutching his heart and whimpering when he could manage it. Lydia shook her head and shrugged,

"I'm not sure. But he's dangerous. Very dangerous!"

Stiles looked back at the man who was now on his feet and returning his stare. Stiles felt the chill that was pleasantly absent all morning creep back up his spine. Stiles gripping the leather book harder and took a step back.

"Stiles get behind me."

Stiles looked back to find Derek had moved closer to him. Stiles looked at him and for a moment got lost in his eyes. I have to do something. I can't always be the damsel in distress. Derek's eyes hardened and he frowned.

"Stiles! Don't you dare."

Stiles frowned; he already made his choice. Stiles opened the book and turned to the pages with the beneficial magic he was already studying. Derek sidestepped to him and got close enough to whisper,

"What are you about to do?"

Stiles had no idea, but he couldn't just watch his friends get hurt.

"I don't know yet. These pages have beneficial magic spells written on them. If I can just read through some of them I might be able to help."

Derek sighed, "Fine. But don't do anything stupid."

Stiles let out a hallow laugh, "What's the worst that can happen?"

The answer came before he could even finish the question. Death. Stiles was making a decision that could kill everyone there. Derek must have picked up on this because before he left he whispered,

"I believe in you."

Stiles felt a mixture of pressure and happiness at Derek's words, and his heart fluttered. Derek joined back with Scott who was the only one able to stand. The man walked towards them and Scott charged, followed by Derek. Scott jumped forward and put his weight on his good hand, circling to kick at the man's legs. As Scott connected, Derek launched forward and landed a punch square in the nose. The combination sent the man to the floor with a bang. Stiles purple eyes were scanning the pages, desperate to find something. The Crusader twisted on the floor and sent his legs flying through the air, returning the low kick to Scott ten fold. Scott let out a bloodcurdling scream as the force sent half of his lower leg back before the rest of his body followed, resulting in a hallow pop that reverberated through the loft. Kira screamed for Scott but couldn't move; Liam could only cough up blood. Lydia ran over to help him, leaning him on his side to allow the build up of blood to leave his throat. Stiles looked up to see Scott on the floor, his leg bending away from his body in an unnatural position. The screams Scott produced drove Stiles to the edge of sanity, but he had to focus on finding a spell to help his friends. The man seemed to feed off the torment he was inflicting because he grew stronger and stronger as the fight had progressed. The man jumped to his feet and rushed towards Derek, almost floating across the floor adding a scary characteristic to himself. Derek bolted back but it was too late, in seconds the man had him by the throat and launched in the air. Derek crashed into the wall across the living room. Stiles watched as the man made his way to the same side in almost an instant, beating Derek there and connecting his fist with Derek as he rebounded off the wall. Derek spit out blood and Stiles would never forget the face he made. It brought the memory of his dream back and the chill amplified throughout his body as fear consumed him.

"Derek!"

Stiles body started to shake as Derek could barley manage to breathe, colliding on the floor with a shallow exhale. The man took Derek by the back of the neck and lifted him up off the floor before slamming him down again. Stiles looked around for assistance but everyone was on the floor, engulfed in their own world of pain.

"Derek!" Stiles watched as Derek's seemingly lifeless body was lifted again and brought down to the hard floors, blood erupting from his face.

"Derek? Derek…"

Stiles could feel something building up in his body and soon it was hard to breathe. Stiles got lightheaded and started looking around, not making sense of the environment he was in. Stiles looked at the book and felt this deep connection to it intensify. Stiles looked back at Derek, focusing on his face. Derek was looking at him and the pain in his eyes shot bullets through Stiles heart. The chill radiated deep in his bones and he could feel it spreading to his arms and legs. Derek outstretched an arm and Stiles knew he had to act, had to do something. It was his time to act and all he could amount to do was stand and watch as his friends were getting killed. Suddenly Stiles felt a sudden anger take over him and his body felt frozen, his blood so cold it stopped in his arteries.

"DEREK!"

Stiles felt his body shake and the cold spread to the air around him. He had no control over his body, but at the same time was driving it into action by the fear of losing Derek. Stiles ran from the kitchen towards the man and slammed into him, sending Derek back to the ground for the seventh time. Stiles felt pressure coming from his heart and he relinquished control to it. Stiles felt himself recede back into his mind and watched as the anger towards that man fueled his body's actions. That man was responsible for Derek's condition and what he was doing was unforgivable. He felt words boiling in his chest and soon he was shouting a chant.

"Dies irae, dies illa Solvet Saeclum in favilla Teste Satan cum sibylla. Quantos tremor est futurus Quando Vindex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus. Dies irae, dies illa!"

Day of wrath, day of anger will dissolve the world in ashes As foretold by Satan and the Sibyl. There will be great trembling when he shall come as a strict avenger in all things. That day is the day of wrath!

The man back on his feet flinched at the onslaught of words regurgitating out of Stiles mouth. Stiles felt his hand reach out, powerful and still. His fingers wrapped around an imaginary object in the air and squeezed. He never once stopped repeating the chant,

"Dies irae, dies illa Solvet Saeclum in favilla Teste Satan cum sibylla. Quantos tremor est futurus Quando Vindex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus. Dies irae, dies illa!Dies irae, dies illa Solvet Saeclum in favilla Teste Satan cum sibylla. Quantos tremor est futurus Quando Vindex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus. Dies irae, dies illa!..."

Stiles lips moved quickly and with a sharp tongue. The man started to fall back before Stiles lifted his hand up, this time feeling a weight of resistance. The man followed his hand and rose in the air, gripping his neck. Stiles felt himself overflow with power as his chanting continued. Soon the man stopped struggling and grabbed at one of his crosses around his neck. Stiles could see his lips move but could hear nothing. The weight became increasingly heavy and Stiles body was faltering underneath it. Stiles felt the muscles in his arms ripping as it was being forced down. The man's feet touched the floor and his voiced boomed.

"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos, Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia. caeli Deus, Deus terrae, Humiliter majestati gloriae tuae supplicamus Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate, Laqueo, and deceptione nequitia."

Kingdoms of the Earth, Sing ye to God, sing praises Cernunnos, Kingdoms of the Earth, Sing praises to the Goddess of Arad, heavens, O God , the God of the earth, humbly by the majesty of thy glory we implore that from all of the infernal spirits, from their snares and corrupt words with subtlety.

Stiles felt a force surrounding him making him feel claustrophobic and soon his hands were wrapped around his own neck, forcing him to stop his chant.

"Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio, Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,"

We exorcise you , every impure spirit, every satanic power, every incursion, the infernal adversary, every legion,

Stiles interrupted the chant by sending bellows from his throat in a dark low tone that shook the room.

"Sanctus Satanas, Sanctus Dominus Diabolus Sabaoth. Satanas – venire! Satanas – venire! Ave, Satanas, ave Satanas. Tui sunt caeli, Tua est terra, Ave Satanas!"

Holy Satan, Holy Lord, devil's might. Satan come! Satan come! Hail, Satan, Hail Satan. Thine are the heavens, thine is the earth, Hail Satan!

Stiles flung his hand out with force, and a wave of anger was sent towards the Crusader. He tried to move from the path but it was too late, he was sent flying back and slammed against the wall. Stiles fingers again wrapped around the object in the air, but this time he was pushing, not holding up. The man tried grabbing at his neck but his hands were sent back to the wall. The Crusader tried desperately to grab at his cross and began chanting in between wheezing.

"Omnis and congregatio secta diabolica... Ab insidiis diabolic... libera nos, dominates…"

Of all the congregations of the sect of the devil… deliver us… From the snares of the devil, and his domain…

Stiles felt his feet launching forward, and his arm was thrusting forward, sending the man further back into the wall. Stiles envisioned the man's lungs and started chanting again.

"Oriens splendor lucis aeternae Et Lucifer justitae: veni Et illumine sedentes in tenebris Et umbra mortis."

The East, splendor of eternal light and the day star justice: but I've come to give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death

The man's face turned a painful blue and his chanting stopped. Stiles laughed as the man squirmed against the wall knowing his lungs were being crushed with unbelievable pressure. In any other person this would have killed them instantly, but the Crusader seemed to be prepared for Stiles attacks, making him an annoying insect that needed to be crushed. Stiles felt this and sent all his anger to his body. With his other arm Stiles waved over Derek. He heard a few pops and then Derek inhaled viciously before going into a coughing fit. Stiles refocused on the man and the words came out faster.

"Oriens splendor lucis aeternae Et Lucifer justitae: veni Et illumine sedentes in tenebris Et umbra mortis."

And again Stiles repeated it, even faster still. His tongue sliced through the air and his jaw jolted with vicious accents. His voice grew lower and lower, past the range he was able to produce on his own.

"Orienssplendor lucis aeternae EtLucifer justitaeveni Et illumine sedentesin tenebris Et umbra mortis!"

Stiles then felt his focus going from the Crusaders lungs to his heart. Stiles squeezed his fingers into a fist and stepped forward.

"ORIENSSPLENDORLUCIS AETERNAEETLUCIFER JUSTIAEVENIETILLUMINE SEDENTESINTENEBRISETUMBRA MORTIS!"

Stiles pushed forward again. Yes. Finally. I'm helping. You will not get away with messing with my friends. Not while I have all of this… power! Stiles let out a laugh and threw his hand to the side, sending the man flying into the kitchen table. Stiles thrust his arm up and the man was sent to the ceiling, this time the force sent ruby's from his mouth. Stiles punched the floor and the man was sent crushing against the floor. Stiles repeatedly punched the floor, blood coming from his knuckles in the process, but it didn't bother him because the sounds of the Crusaders bones breaking was like music to his ears.

"Stiles!"

Stiles felt something wrap around his leg and he looked to find Derek grabbing at him, blood running down his mouth.

"What are you doing! This isn't you! You're going to kill him!"

Stiles shook his head. "He deserves nothing less. He was going to kill you, and I will not allow that!"

Stiles raised his hand again, throwing it down. This time on the way down it was caught by Derek's hand. The warmth radiated through his arm, causing him to rip it away from Derek. Derek looked at him and shook his head.

"Stiles? Where did you go? This isn't the Stiles I know."

Stiles felt pressure in his heart again, but this time it turned into the warmth he knew all to well. Derek? What do you mean I'm not myself? Stiles looked around and realized he was killing the man, putting him through the same pain as the baby, as Derek. He was like one of those monsters! Stiles breathed in Derek's stare and soon he was in complete control of his body, the freezing cold receding back into his bones before vanishing completely.

"Derek? Are you ok?"

Stiles knelt down to assess him but Derek was already trying to stand.

"Yeah, thanks to you. I couldn't heal from what that guy di—"

Derek suddenly reached for his throat and Stiles whipped his head back to see the Crusader was standing again.

"Derek!"

Stiles reached out to try and pull him away from the Crusader but he was stuck in that area of space. Stiles body started to fill with fear again, losing himself in Derek's eyes.

"Stiles! Don't! You can't become a monster!"

Stiles knew Derek wouldn't like it but he didn't have another choice. That Crusader must DIE! Stiles had a flashback to when he summoned Derek. Derek teleported from one side of his room to the other. Maybe he could use that to get Derek out of that hold, buying him time to go through the spells he memorized to see if he could use one.

"Hear from the shadows your master's call, join me in battle my eternal Thrall."

Stiles whipped his palm up and threw the orb onto the floor, causing it to shatter into a rift. Derek glowed purple and then disappeared, resurfacing through the rift, thankfully not choking. Stiles sighed in relief and Derek shot a look at Stiles and then at the Crusader and then down at his hands.

"I'm still in control?"

Stiles gasped. "You must not need to be forced to protect me."

Stiles closed his eyes and opened them again, knowing they were now purple. He thought about the spells he read with those eyes and suddenly they started appearing in the air. Stiles shuffled through them and then read the one he wanted out loud.

"With what served my master well, I now instill to you. Strength!"

Stiles felt some of his energy drain into the air. Derek fell back and grabbed at his head.

"Derek?"

Derek shook his head. "Whoa, what was that?"

Stiles said nervously, "It should make you stronger."

Derek nodded, "I can tell it has."

The Crusader launched himself from the corner of the room at Stiles, and in a blink of an eye the Crusader was inches from him. The Crusader pulled back his fist and launched it at his gut but before it made contact Derek was there to intercept it with a punch, sending the man twisting back. Derek growled and turned into his wolf, clothes falling off and blue eyes glowing. The man scurried to his feet and reached for his cross, but Derek was too fast and was at his throat before the he could chant anything. Derek ripped at the man and tore off a chunk of flesh. Claws went furiously through the air, cutting cloth and flesh like butter. The man let out a scream before all that was left were gurgling sounds from his corpse as he hit the floor. Derek pawed away from the man and shifted back into human form. Stiles flushed and felt his heart flutter at the sight of Derek naked in front of him and soon the warmth he had felt turned into hot sweating. Derek frowned at Stiles who was just starring away at him.

"What?"

Stiles tried to swallow the lump in his throat, "You're naked…"

Derek nodded, the painful moaning of Stiles, Liam, and Kira filling the gap.

"Ok well you're clothes are there so," Stiles pointed at the pile that was left behind when Derek shifted, "Back to the shadows I wish you withdraw, I release you now my eternal thrall."

Derek glowed purple but other than that nothing changed. He walked towards Stiles with a grin and then grabbed his clothes. Stiles felt his entire body pulsing as Derek slipped his underwear back on in what Stiles thought was a suggestive way, but he really didn't have any experience to back him up on that. Derek pulled up his pants and looked back up at Stiles,

"So how did you heal me?"

Stiles shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I didn't have control of myself during that whole thing… I just fueled it I guess. I don't even know what I was saying…"

Derek's face turned concerned and puzzled, "That doesn't sound too good."

Lydia interrupted with, "If you're finish gawking at him you can help out the rest of us Stiles."

Stiles felt his face flush and instead of defending himself he ran back to the kitchen where his book laid and flipped through the pages, purple eyes searching.

"Found it! Dark healing shadows wash over you. Repair mind, body, and spirit."

Stiles felt more of his energy dissipate as the words traveled through the air. Stiles could feel as it went into Scott, Liam, and Kira. As the spell corrected the injuries it took more and more energy from Stiles. Scott tried to get up but was still out of breath, Kira was lifting herself up with the help of her Katana, and Liam hunched over on his side coughing up the remainder of the blood inside his lungs. Stiles looked back at the Crusader, half convinced he wasn't dead, and saw a light glow around his body.

"Derek, look."

Stiles pointed over at the man and Derek turned. The Crusader was soon glowing brightly and the light he was giving off was blinding. After a few more seconds of growing intensity the man was gone.

Kira hobbled over to the two of them.

"That was just like the Oni."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah."

Stiles felt an overwhelming rush of blood to his head and then blacked out. He woke up in Derek's bed and felt light headed. He tried to get up but his vision started blacking out, which he took as a sign to stay down. Stiles could hear through the cracked door that everyone was still there. He heard Liam whispering loudly,

"Well until we find out why we couldn't heal there's nothing we can do. We'll need him to help us."

Then Scott chimed in, "I agree, but I just don't want to put him in danger."

There was silence before Derek added, "I have faith in him."

There was more silence before Lydia spoke up, Stiles envisioned her with a pissed off face and was glad he wasn't in there.

"You and I need to talk Derek. Right now."

Stiles heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and pretended like he was asleep. He heard the door crack and then aggressive whispering.

"What is going on between the two of you? I don't need supernatural powers to know that you two are acting very friendly towards each other."

"What are you getting at Lydia?"

"Listen I've known Stiles for a while now, and I've caught on to the act. If you and him are getting together I'm just warning you now, you break his heart, I will destroy you. Which leads me to my question. What are you're feelings towards Stiles?"

Stiles felt the air escape his lungs and his head started to burn. Did she just say that!? Derek breathed in deeply before answering in a low troubled voice.

"I don't know."

Don't know! Did he just say that? He couldn't believe it. He might actually have a shot with Derek?

"Well it's obvious that he has feelings for you... just don't hurt him if you decided it's mutual."

They left the room and Stiles felt a bit of relief and panic. Derek might actually have feelings towards him. Stiles was lost in his thoughts and didn't notice Scott coming into his room. Stiles felt the bed shift and he rolled over to find Scott looking at him. Scott looked sad and a bit guilty,

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Sorry I wasn't there…"

"You have nothing to apologize for. I didn't tell you, you had no way of knowing."

"How are you feeling?"

"Ok I guess… still a little light headed. How about you?"

"Good. Crazy isn't it? You and that book?"

Stiles let out a hallow laugh, "Yeah. Crazy's a good word for it."

Scott sighed and laid down next to Stiles, which wasn't weird, he always did that when they were the only two in the room, Scott was his best friend and all. He felt like he betrayed Scott and that didn't sit well in his stomach.

"Hey, I'm sorry for not calling you. I just didn't think you wanted to be bothered and because…"

Stiles let out a sigh and Scott interjected, "Because you were with Derek."

Stiles felt embarrassed again, did everyone know about this expect for him?

"How is everyone guessing that? I didn't even figure it out until I woke up in his bed today."

Scott shrug, "You kinda always had a thing for Derek. Ever since you first saw him in the woods. You always concerned yourself with his safety, you know?"

Stiles exhaled. He was frustrated because he'd been living thinking it was normal to have feelings like that for Derek.

"But I feel the same about you."

"No way, we have a best friend kinda bond but you and Derek? That's something different."

Stiles let out a whine and rolled back over to the window.

"Listen the reason I wanted to come in here was to tell you this. You should follow your heart and not be afraid to take a chance… and I support you in whatever you decide to do. And if you need to talk to anyone I'm always a phone call away, even if you don't think I want you to call I do. Like honestly, I don't want to hear that excuse ever again. Ok?"

Stiles laughed lightly, "Yeah I got it. Thanks Scott. You're the best."

Scott put his hand on Stiles shoulder, "I know dude," and after patting him jokingly he left with, "Oh and we decided we should have someone with you at all times. So you'll be staying at Derek's. Considering how you're a beacon we don't want you to be at your house and endanger your Dad. Plus it will give you two some well needed time alone."

Before Stiles could ask any questions or offer alternatives Scott was out of the room. Great. He heard everyone say their goodbyes and leave, leaving Derek and him all alone.