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Here's chapter eight:

Chapter eight:

Derek really wasn't thinking when his lips touched Stiles' in a attempt to get the life back into the human before him. He didn't see what John was doing in the background, he didn't have time. He just wanted Stiles back to him, in his arms where they could grow old together.

And then he felt the beat against his chest, he heard the strong, slow heartbeat in his ear through his werewolf hearing, but he heard the beep of the machine, making it all seem real. Stiles was alive. Stiles was alive. His Stiles was alive.

He felt someone push against his arms, pushing hard and hard until he let up, and he looked down to see Stiles looking at him with his wide eyes blow, his heart beating faster.

"Derek?!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing?! Dude, why are you kissing me?!"

"Stiles," Derek said, "don't you remember everything you said to me?"

"Uh, Derek, I can't remember anything," Stiles said. "Why were you just kissing me? Dude, I'm not gay. Never have been, never will be. I'm on team vagina, all right?"

"Stiles," John said, "I think you should lie down."

"Why? I feel fine," Stiles said.

"You just came back from the dead," John said, "your heart stopped. Literally. You don't remember anything? Maybe being awake...?"

Stiles shook his head. "I don't. Why? What happened? Tell me!"

"Nothing," Derek said nonchalantly. ignoring the look that the sheriff gave him.

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, okay. I so believe you. Can we go get something to eat? I'm hungry. How long have I been out? Two, three days tops?"

John looked at Derek and Derek looked at John. How do you explain your son being in a coma? Or your mate? Derek cleared his throat to say something, but the sheriff beat him too it.

"You were in a car accident," Stiles' dad said. "A deer was running in front of your Jeep and you swerved, about to hit it. You hit a tree. Said tree fell on to your Jeep You've been in a comma for about month, Stiles, I just switched off your life support. I didn't want you to suffer any more."

Stiles thought for a second. "Okay, hold up, what? I was in a comma for how long?!"

"A month," Derek said.

Derek couldn't believe that Stiles couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything. Derek could have literally screamed right now, screamed at someone and smashed someone to pieces. But he controlled that urge and looked at the boy he loved. Yeah, if he had just admitted it, he was embracing it right now.

"So, how come I woke up after you switched my life support off?" Stiles asked.

"Perhaps you should explain that after he gets out of the hospital," John said before Derek could say anything. "We'll see you tomorrow, won't we, Derek?"

Derek just nodded. "Bye, Sheriff. Stiles."

"Bye, sourwolf," Stiles said.

Oh, gosh, if he didn't remember soon, this was going to be painful.

The next two weeks were literally painful for Derek. He would howl and scream and had basically trashed his bedroom. His mate couldn't remember his love for Derek, or confessing his love to Derek, or saying that he was his mate. Gosh, why did every thing have to be so difficult with that kid? Why couldn't everything just run smoothly when he was around?

Stiles had been released from hospital, but was put under bed rest so he couldn't leave the house to come over to the Hale house. The pack still visited, apart from Derek since said person was sulking about something Stiles did not know.

But Derek was now certain that the human had been released from his bed to go out and explore the woods after being in a comma for god knows how long. So Derek should have expected the boy's heart pounding in his ears, like music to his ears, but not because it was painful.

Derek was even more sulky and frowny then he had been prior to Stiles' accident. If that was actually possible. Derek heard the conversation between Scott and Stiles, as Derek marched off into the woods.

"What's up with sourwolf? He's more frowny then usual," Stiles commented, as both boys watched Derek storm off.

Scott chuckled and shook his head. "How about you go ask him? It's big, and I'm surprised he hasn't told you yet. I hope he can get you to remember."

"Remember what?" Stiles asked.

"Go after Derek, Stiles, and then you might find out," Scott said.

So, Derek wasn't surprised when Stiles' footsteps sounded behind him, the leaves crunching underneath his feet as he padded heavily towards Derek, who was angry and frowning out on to Beacon Hills, sitting on a rock that much too high for a normal human being to sit.

Stiles shuffled uncomfortably before he looked at Derek. "Uh, Derek?"

"What, Stiles?" Derek almost growled.

"Just wondering why you're so moody and frowny recently," Stiles said. "What's up?"

Derek just shook his head and stared out onto Beacon Hills. "Don't worry, Stiles, it's nothing."

"Are you sure? Because you've been moody and withdrawn ever since I've come out the hospital. And today, you even snapped at Isaac. Isaac! The one you actually like most out of all of us! The golden boy and you snapped at him! So it's defiantly not something, so what's up?" He asked.

Derek growled. "Shut up, Stiles. Yes, something's up. And no, I'm not telling you what is up."

"Why not? I'm a trustworthy and loyal person. You can tell this bad boy anything."

"Well, maybe I don't want to tell you this. It's pointless, anyway. You don't remember and it's clear that you didn't mean what you said."

Stiles was confused. "Uh, when was this? Could you remind me of what I actually said?"

"No, because it's pointless."

Stiles groaned out in frustration. "It's obviously not, Derek! It's got your alpha panties in a twist, and even though everything gets your panties in a twist, whatever's on your mind has gotten your panties so twisted that it's causing you physical pain to move. Now, what's up?"

"Do you wanna know what's up? Really?"

Stiles sighed. "Yes, I do."

"Okay."

Derek jumped from his rock to the bottom, and made his way over to the human, who was still standing there with his arms wide, and no jacket on.

"Look, this is going to sound crazy and weird, but you wanted to hear it, okay?" Derek said. Stiles nodded. "Well, when you were in your comma, I could see you. As your ghosty self. And then, I figured out it was because you were my mate. You frustrated me so much, you just kept popping up when you weren't wanted or needed, and I even abandoned you in a car park because you were pissing me off so much. Then your dad was turning off your life support, and I shouted I loved you, and kissed you and you survived. And now, it's painful to see you because you don't remember me falling in love with you."

Stiles was quiet for a second. "Okay, that was totally crazy and weird, and I am gonna walk away now."

Derek grabbed his arm. "No, Stiles, wait-"

Stiles gasped.

Everything was coming back to him. The bed. Watching Derek sleep. The parking lot incident. Isaac's birthday. Derek professing his love for him. Everything. Derek looked at him. Stiles looked back at Derek.

"I...remember," Stiles whispered. "I remember! Derek, I remember!"

Derek smiled for the first time ever and grabbed hold of the human, spinning him around and around.

"Okay, whoa, dizzy," Stiles said.

Derek put him down.

"So, you love me then, sourwolf?" He asked, smiling.

"More then you'll ever know," Derek said. "You love me?"

"Forever," Stiles said.

And then Derek laid his lips to Stiles, and only ever wanted to be there, in that place.

Because, even though Stiles was a ghost when Derek fell in love with him, and there were some minor complications, they were now happy.

Together.

Fin!

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