AN: Recommendation Letters, High School Transcript, Application. Dude, no wonder why people don't go back to college after taking a year off, it's freaking difficult. And if I study for the SATs anymore, my heads going to explode.

Fanficlover25: To correct myself, I didn't see the trailer, I saw another teaser. I just saw the trailer now...it was on the Yahoo! Homescreen and I watched it. And I hated myself, but A LOT more made sense. Yeah, figured out the entire season (I'm that good). hehe

Pandabear1715: aww, shucks, thanks. I've been trying to write more but it's the holidays, the best you'll get is a sad one-shot here and there.

Maddelynn: BABE! I missed you too and myself. I've been DYING to get the color of his eyes out since I put them there so it was fun to get out. Stiles is a possessive little bitch. :) I've got butterflies for this lol.

Final chapter! It's been a long time coming, it's very bittersweet. I'll definitely miss you guys. I want to thank you all for reading this story, for all your reviews and follows and favorites and amazing conversations. Just your general support actually, you've all exceeded my expectations of this story so I may have to jump ship and write more stories huh? I'll also be accepting new ideas (which will be put first because you've supported me, so call me your slightly talented fairy godmother of stories).

Brett's red eyes fall onto his husband a growl ripping through his throat violently, a male hunter quick to dash away from him. Derek lets out his own growl at the female who stands her ground, blocking Stiles from their view, the red blood staining Derek's floor the only evidence he needs. The brunette Alpha is quick to pounce at the female, hearing the other hunter shout for them to retreat as Brett throws another male hunter across the room. The female fires one shot, missing Derek completely before the Alpha takes her to the ground and claws at her throat, growling.

"Stiles, Stiles!" Brett looks to his husband, holding him in a loose grip, heart pounding. One hand is pressed against the wound on his stomach while the other is intertwined with Stiles' hand. The packs stop behind Jordan, staring horrified while Derek is quick to fall to his knees beside the couple and help Brett. It takes Aleysha only a few minutes to call for an ambulance, explaining a bit of the situation to them. Brett and Derek's veins both pulse black as they watch the pain fade of Stiles' face.

Brett goes with the ambulance to the hospital and tells the rest to stay here and that he'd call later. The packs stay together during their time of waiting, trying to give each other comfort. By the time the call does come everyone feels relief flood through them. The doctors called stiles lucky and Brett swore up and down if he ever got shot again that would be it. Brett also informs them on Stiles' eyes and his drugs for the next few days.

Some Time Later (Few days, some hours)

"How is he?" Brett let's out a snort at the question, when he looks to the two packs sprawled along Stiles' living room, Derek perks up a moment later.

"Is he in the car?" Derek asks, frowning.

"Yep." Brett nods. "They let him home today, he locked himself in the car and declared he wasn't leaving until one of you went to get him. Next time he's going without medication!" Brett responds before peeking out the window to see Stiles sat straight up, staring ahead and banging his hands on his dashboard in a rhythm only Stiles knew.

"I'll get him!" Jeff cheers before heading out the front door. Brett sighs and sits down, rubbing his hands over his face.

"You knew what you were getting into when you said in sickness and in health..." Jordan says. "Was he really that bad?"

"I shook his hands with his doctor and he told the doctor to back off cause he was the only one allowed to ride my disco stick and he pulled out his IV at least three times announcing that we must be in a horror movie and they were pumping hallucinogens into him." Brett nods, staring at her and smiling. "None of it was really bad until I look back on it, I was too happy he was okay."

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever heard you threaten an unconscious person and then continue to threaten someone who wasn't even here." Aleysha laughs before the door open, averting here eyes to Jefferson and Stiles. "Hey, Stiles, how are you feeling?"

"Brett hit on my doctor." Stiles says pouting before walking over to Aleysha and grabbing her hand. "He said..." He shook the hand. "Thank you so much, SIR!" Aleysha brings up her free hand to cover her smile. "But I'm tired, so I'm gonna take a nap." They all watch him with a small smile as he drags Jefferson upstairs with him. Brett's eyes stay at the staircase.

"You know, if you don't run after him now, he might not forgive you." Jordan teases with a smile. Brett turns to her for a second then back to the staircase before he stands and heads up the stairs. It feels a little like nothing's changed. The way Brett's pack knows Stiles will be curled against Brett in a matter of seconds with Jefferson asleep by the married men's feet. The bond between the three of them was like Jefferson never really lost his parents, Stiles made things easier for him especially. It was something they knew Telisa was jealous of but happy about. She liked seeing her brother happy, he took the hit harder than she did. But even with Derek's pack here things felt like they always did, like they always will.

Stiles is never one to rest around when he's hurt, once his brain isn't muddled or clouded by drug-induced madness he's able to get around a lot easier. No one really lets him do anything while his leg and side are healing up. They all kind of pull him to sit down and make excuses for cuddles for the first few days. Stiles knows what they're all doing. He might've spent ten years away from his other pack but neither of them changed too much and he still knew them. And he definitely knew his own pack, knew them better than they knew themselves. He didn't mind it that much, he'd let them get their over-protectiveness out of their systems and then tease them all for it later. Plus, since Brett was surprisingly the least protective Stiles knew the man had something to do with his betas over-protectiveness.

"Hey." Stiles glances up from the table and smiles at the man who enters the kitchen, he can hear the two packs talking loudly in the living room, three upstairs while everyone waited for the other four to return from the store.

"Hi. I uhm...I didn't get to thank you." Stiles says.

"For getting you shot?" Derek scoffs and raises a brow and Stiles rolls his eyes in return, standing and bringing his glass to the sink, rinsing it out. He faces Derek again and tucks his hands in his pocket to keep them from flailing in front of his face.

"If you hadn't sent me that text I probably would've been in the house with you and who knows what would've happen? We would've been ambushed and all three of us if not more would've been dead. Plus..." Stiles shrugs one shoulder and smiles. "I've been dying to hear that from you since...forever."

"Yeah, well." Derek shuffles lightly, moving until he's standing in front of Stiles. "I knew you'd doubt yourself, no one really wanted you to go but..." Derek nods and smirks. "We all knew you could do it, I was just voicing what you deserved to hear."

"Well thanks..." Stiles says and the two stand there for a while, just breathing and thinking, unsure of what to say. "I should..."

"Stiles, I...about everything that's happened, what we've said." Stiles bites his lips and looks down. Derek takes a step closer and Stiles looks up to him, pinned against the sink. "I shouldn't have let you leave. You're good for me, for the pack." Stiles furrows his brows and shakes his head.

"Yeah, I know."

"I know you still love me." Stiles scoffs before smiling and patting Derek on his chest.

"You're right, Derek, I do. I'll always love you, you were my first. My first everything and I don't think I'll ever be able to truly let go of you but...Brett's my last. I love Brett, I'll always love Brett, you...you had you're chance and maybe if you called sooner you'd have been able to do something about that but I'm not leaving him." Stiles shimmies his way out of between Derek and the counter, Derek's eyes staring at him painfully and sad. Stiles sighs and walks back to him cupping his chin. "But I do love you." He replies and presses a kiss to Derek's cheek before retreating. He stops at the door and turns. "And who knows, maybe one day Brett'll understand that more than I do...or maybe he'll love you the same way I do but I'm Brett's and Brett's mine forever." Derek watches him leave and sighs, leaning against the sink. He lets out a sigh. They weren't going anywhere and he really didn't have a chance at getting Stiles back. Why couldn't he have realized all of this sooner? He knew he missed Stiles, everyone knew he missed Stiles but why couldn't he have known he wouldn't have a second chance if he didn't get Stiles back. He should've known, no one would've left for ten years and stayed single, not someone like Stiles. Definitely not someone like Stiles.

Who knew what the future held for them though. They still hadn't defeated the hunters, just scared them off. Though Jordan says she's talked to them and they will not be coming back. No one even knew where Peter had disappeared to but now that there are two Alpha's in Beacon Hills, it was only a matter of time before he showed up and started messing with their life. Derek just hopes the next big issue leaves everyone alive...because it's only a matter of time, only a matter of gunshots until they lose someone. But for now - Derek makes his way back to the living room where Stiles is seated near Scott and laughing, Issac and Jefferson are wrestling, Allison, Aleysha and Lydia are gossiping, Boyd and Erica are siting with Dominic and Andre and talking – for now everything was somehow back to normal. Everything was okay.

AN: I should write a TV show, haha. So yeah, that's it. Final chapter. I'm gonna miss you guys. I hope you liked it, who knows what the future holds for me. Maybe I'll write a sequel/epilogue/whatever or maybe I'll write another story. There is a poll on my profile about what I should do next, feel free to check it out, feel free to ignore it. Feel free to review, feel free to PM. Again, thanks so much. I'm out.

I will most likely be running through the story and editing minor mistakes, I will not add anything to it at this point in time. Seeing as it's freaking 32 chapters long.

All mistakes are my own. I don't own Teen Wolf nor any characters portrayed in the story(except my Ocs).