Stiles downed two cups of punch and filled another for Derek before attempting a return. His face was flushed and he could feel his pulse racing along underneath his skin. His heart didn't seem to care that Derek could hear every single palpitation if he wanted. This is stupid a voice inside murmured this is just really stupid. So Derek's wolf was at least partly attracted to him. Woo hoo. So maybe when Stiles wasn't forcing his mind in the right direction he was attracted to Derek. Don't think about him naked was rapidly followed by don't think about the sex and dear god. He took another gulp of punch, picking up the next s'more and feeling slightly queasy. Before he had to worry about actually trying to eat it it was snatched out of his hand, Shane laughing as he shoved the entire thing in his mouth. Stiles was too happy to be angry, smiling up at the towering wolf.
"Shane you're here," he exhaled, looking to Derek for just a moment. Derek's expression was totally unreadable other than the fact that he wasn't glaring. Stiles figured that meant that this was okay.
"Still in one piece and everything," Shane teased, plopping down on the other side of Derek.
"The restraint?" Stiles questioned slowly.
"Released early for good behavior," Shane returned easily. Stiles still wasn't sure exactly what the restraint had done and he peered at Shane's wrist, just in time for Shane to duck it out of view. Stiles scowled at him, tossing a s'more when Shane only laughed.
"I'm not making you anymore if you're going to throw them," Derek announced, crossing his arms. Stiles stuck out his tongue before being struck by the sheer absurdity of it. They were all sitting here together, laughing and playing as if they were…friends. As if Derek hadn't threatened Shane's death just the other day. He was suddenly eager to know what Derek had said when he and Shane had been alone. Maybe it didn't really matter either way. Maybe all that mattered was that they were actually all getting along now.
"I'd better go make my rounds," Shane murmured, "I'll catch you guys later." Stiles offered a half wave and Derek even nodded in acknowledgement. Stiles watched as Shane left before looking to Derek again.
"Thank you," he exhaled. Derek's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Well," Stiles hedged, suddenly and ridiculously nervous. This was just Derek no big deal. Who was he trying to impress anyways? "The s'mores," he offered with a grin, "and," he added, voice dropping, "Shane."
"I overreacted," Derek said eventually, "I did my best to correct it."
"Thank you," Stiles repeated seriously.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Derek he was sorry for taking the sweatshirt, even though he hadn't known what it meant. He wanted to apologize for not asking what was happening and instead just jumping to the conclusion that Derek was being a jerk. But he didn't say any of that because they were surrounded by people. Stiles had never really been great with an audience anyways. His eyes drifted over the people sitting around the fire, spotting Taylor and Brennan across from them. They were sharing a log and Brennan made it look completely natural to have both arms wrapped around Taylor as they sat together. Stiles was surprised to feel a wave of jealousy. He diverted his eyes but there were couples all over the clearing. Taylor and Brennan were only the beginning. Aubrey and Chase and people Stiles had met and people he hadn't. Everyone was talking and having a good time and cuddling and hugging and kissing and he and Derek just…were. He was suddenly uncomfortable. Derek forgiving Shane didn't seem enough. Stiles mind kicked into overdrive and then all the attention paid to him before seemed…too much. Maybe the few flat looks had actually been pity. Maybe they all knew that the entire claiming had gone downhill and maybe they all felt bad for him. Maybe they all felt bad for Derek. And why shouldn't they? No one wanted Stiles. No one had ever wanted Stiles. It had been strange coming here and forgetting that. Strange worrying about being wanted when he'd never had to worry about that before, only worrying about not being wanted. Like he always was. Invisible. The butt of a joke. He could get a laugh sometimes, on a good day. But at the end of that day he still was what he was. Unwanted. Not capable of being wanted. His teeth sunk into his lip. He was doing it again. Emotions flaring and spinning inside him until he felt sick. Usually he was so much better at ignoring unfortunate things. He was so much better at finding something to distract himself. But here there was nothing. And how pathetic was it that he needed distractions anyways? Why couldn't he just be stronger? Stiles nearly groaned at that. This was only getting worse. With his luck it would bloom into a full scale panic attack. If people didn't feel bad for him now they would then.
"What's wrong?" Stiles looked to Derek, biting his lip again. He was that transparent, of course.
"I'm not feeling well." At least it wasn't a lie.
"Did I make them okay?" Derek asked, sounding so concerned that he had actually messed up making s'mores that Stiles nearly laughed.
"They were amazing I just…feel sick." At least I don't have to worry about being pregnant he realized. He nearly laughed again, feeling on the verge of a breakdown that precise second. "Can I go back to the house?" He wasn't sure why he asked instead of just saying he was and for a moment it distracted him.

"Of course," Derek said, standing, "we'll go." Stiles pushed to his feet too, shaking his head.
"No stay-please. I'm just going to go to bed there's no reason for you to come." His voice was too high and he knew it but the last thing he needed was to cry in front of Derek again. He was pathetic enough as it was. The thought was like a physical blow and Stiles sucked in a breath and held it tight.
"Are you sure?" Derek questioned softly, lips twisting in a frown. Stiles nodded quickly, too quickly.
"Absolutely." Was he the only one that heard the desperation in his voice? He didn't want for Derek's response, all but running from the fire and all the gathered wolves. He began mumbling to himself as soon as he was reasonably sure he was out of earshot. It mostly consisted of stop it and stupid with a few curses and kicks at the dirt. Stiles hated when he got like this. When he had these moods. He couldn't get out of his head and the only thoughts that kept circling in his head were malicious and it went on and on until he found a distraction. But too soon he was standing in front of Derek's house and there were no distractions to be found anywhere. He already knew pretty much every inch of the house instead of the garage and he had a feeling if he went snooping in there he'd be crossing several lines, especially when he'd claimed to be sick. Maybe it was the whirlwind in his mind but Stiles couldn't make himself go into the darkened house. He walked around it instead, cutting past the houses and towards the dark trees. It was stupid. Stiles knew it was stupid. But he was worthless and pathetic and why the hell shouldn't he go wandering around? He walked until he could hardly see in front of his face and it only then occurred to him to wonder how Aubrey had found her way so easily to the river. She must have already known it was there. Somehow? Stiles shook his head and kept going. When he stumbled over a branch he picked it up and began striking at trees as he walked. For a while it worked and his anger sparked out of him instead of twisting around and rebounding under his skin. But then he hit a tree hard enough to break the stick and it only, irrationally, fueled his anger past the breaking point. He stopped right where he was, fists curling tight at his sides as his eyes closed and he worked to just breathe. He wanted so badly to just scream. He wanted to scream and scream until there was nothing left and he could just be numb. What a lovely thing it would be to just not feel this.

"What are you doing?" Derek's voice demanded from the darkness. It was like a bucket of cold water. Worse maybe. Derek's fury was vibrating in every syllable.
"I j-just needed to-" he stumbled over the words trying to keep his chest from splitting wide open. I needed to blow off some steam. I needed to think. I just needed to be alone. He should say something like that. He should say anything like that. But the words didn't come and so he just shrugged a shoulder.
"You weren't at the house," Derek continued, voice rising. "You told me you were going to the house. You told me you didn't feel well."
"I didn't," Stiles tried, he did, "I was going to but I-"
"But you what?" Derek yelled, the words breaking through the space between them and Stiles flinched even though he couldn't even see Derek. "You just decided to go wandering around on your own? Were you even thinking or are you just that stupid?" He flinched further under the onslaught, chin ducking into his neck. Stiles wished he could disappear. For just a moment he considered running but that would only make it worse. His feet stayed planted and maybe he couldn't run. Maybe it didn't matter either way. "I can't believe you," Derek continued, "I can't believe me! To actually claim not just a human but you when you are so obviously incapable of even thinking. God I knew you were goofy and annoying and I thought that I could deal with it but obviously I was wrong." Stiles didn't flinch again. He remained perfectly still. This was not new information. He knew all of this. Logically, a tiny voice just behind his ear told him so, it should not hurt this much. He felt it then. He felt it as his worst fears were in fact confirmed. Something broke in his chest, just off center. Snapping smooth and clean. He tilted his head to the left, just slightly, trying to look in the direction Derek's voice was coming from.
"Are you done?" he managed, proud of how steady his voice was. The silence was sudden and sharp. Apparently he'd surprised Derek too.
"I-"
"Not that it's not fascinating," Stiles cut him off, too terrified of what he was going to say, "watching you throw this hissy fit. But I've heard it all before. And as I recall I didn't want claimed. The way it plays back in my head you tore my clothes off and forced yourself on me." The tiny voice behind his ear was making itself known again, reminding Stiles that that wasn't really how it went. He didn't care. "I guess they don't offer 'no means no' classes in werewolf school huh?" He took a small step forward. "But you were in there too weren't you," he couldn't quite make it a question, "so sorry that I'm goofy and annoying really deepest regrets here bro but you made your bed and now I have to lie in it so basically fuck you Derek."

He wasn't angry. Stiles didn't know what he was. Hurt he supposed. Yes. He was hurt. He knew Derek didn't want him. It was obvious. But Brennan had said… Well he hadn't really said much of anything but it had been enough. And Derek had been watching him. He'd made him fucking s'mores. Goddamn marshmallows Stiles thought viciously. And for about two seconds it seemed like things were actually not horrible and now well you could only escape the harsh realities of life for so long.
"I shouldn't have-" Derek began again.
"Just stop," Stiles snapped. "Just stop trying. You don't like me. You don't want me. Message received."
"I couldn't find you," Derek said rapidly and it almost sounded like the beginning of some weird hybrid of an apology and an explanation.
"Yes it would be a real tragedy if you lost me," Stiles agreed, dripping sarcasm.
"We were all packed too close together," Derek continued, quieter, still forcing the words out quickly. "It was hard to track your scent."
"Oh my god you are trying to apologize," Stiles uttered, slapping a hand to his forehead.
"I shouldn't have said-" Derek tried after a tense moment.
"I'm annoying? Why are you still talking?" Stiles snapped, hand falling away. Derek growled and Stiles wondered if Derek would actually hurt him. Wasn't that against the mating guidelines?
"I didn't mean to yell at you," Derek said stiffly.
"Fantastic let's have sex," Stiles suggested, "oh wait I forgot about the me being repulsive to you bit." Danger, danger his mind warned. His tongue was getting away from him and they were definitely about to head into unwanted territory. "You really need to pick a side here."
"I feel the urge to protect you," Derek breathed, suddenly closer.
"Ironic," Stiles snipped, shifting backwards. Derek finally stepped into view and Stiles could at least make out the shape of him. It wasn't a relief. Derek pulled him closer by the arm and Stiles' reaction surprised him. His entire body went rigid and he shoved at Derek's chest. "What the fuck are you doing get off me!" The words were out so fast they left him breathless and he was panting for air as Derek jerked backwards, into the blackness once again. Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and looked down, trying desperately to catch his breath.
"It's late."

Stiles followed Derek back, suspecting that Derek was purposely moving loud enough for Stiles to hear. His mind had finally quieted and he supposed getting his heart ripped out of his chest and put on a pike was enough of a distraction. Unwanted. Even the brand of the word didn't seem so bad now. He was okay. For now. Derek didn't say anything else and Stiles was glad because he was tired of talking. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe things would be better in the morning. His feet were heavy as he climbed the stairs and simply moving to the bathroom rather than the bed seemed painful. As much as Stiles wanted to scrub the ash and scent of smoke from his body it would have to wait. Sleep was his priority. Not to mention being anywhere but the bedroom risked running into Derek. Stiles winced. He was mostly sure that when the words actually sunk in Stiles was going to lose it again. Sure Derek had already tried to take it back but that was only regret and guilt creeping in. Stiles didn't even understand it. He was in a settlement, a fenced in settlement, and he couldn't even have made it a quarter of a mile into the woods. How could something have even happened? And it wasn't like he purposely deceived Derek, not that Derek knew that anyways. He tossed himself down on the bed with a sigh before kicking his shoes off and lying back again. Regardless they'd had their fight and Derek let out how he actually felt. Stiles wondered if Derek felt any better. That drew a quick snort. Why the hell was he worried about how Derek was feeling?

This was all Derek's fault. Derek never had to claim him. It was his decision. Jesus. He wondered yet again why Derek had done it. Tired of being lonely? Stiles looked like easy prey and he'd gotten off on the submission? That didn't seem right. Derek had been careful of him. Stiles' eyes closed and he threw a hand over them for good measure as his cheeks heated. He'd been more than careful of him really. Stiles just didn't understand it. Even the jealousy seemed to have abated. It was almost as if the entire Shane situation had never even happened. Derek had already taken the restraint off and he'd even said he'd overreacted. Was it even about Stiles? His hand, which had been tugging a piece of sheet back and forth, froze. He thought back to Derek and Shane at the diner. Shane sitting down next to Derek at the fire. Derek had been perfectly okay then. Maybe something had happened after Stiles left. Maybe if Shane hadn't been with Stiles in the woods Derek never would have claimed him. Derek only claimed him to stop Shane from doing so, it was Stiles' best theory at this point. But maybe it wasn't because Derek had wanted Stiles. Maybe it was because Derek couldn't stand the thought of Shane with anyone else. Stiles paused, softening unexpectedly. Maybe they had a past. Maybe Shane's affection towards Stiles was because he was Derek's mate. Of course, there was no evidence of it. No one had said anything about it. But they wouldn't would they? Still, Stiles liked this theory. This theory made sense. Finally, something made sense.

Stiles jerked awake when the door slapped open, pulling himself into a sitting position and squinting into the darkness. He more knew it was Derek than saw him, tongue tangling in his teeth as Derek stepped into the room and got in the bed, pulling Stiles to him. His hand moved over Stiles' chest quickly and if not for the heat transferring from his skin to Stiles' he would think it was a dream. A very strange dream. Derek laid his palm flat over Stiles' heart, wrapping his other arm around Stiles' back and drawing him close. Silence fell slowly, Derek apparently catching his breath as he managed to stop panting. Stiles wanted to ask what was happening and he also wanted to ask Derek to take his hand out of his shirt but talking…didn't seem like a good idea. It was still dark out but Stiles was fully awake now and he had no clue of what time it was.
"I'm okay," Stiles finally risked, even the whispered words feeling like too much in the silence. Derek didn't react for a long time. Finally his hand slid from Stiles' chest, the arm around his back loosening in the next second. He climbed from the bed stiffly.
"I'm going to work," Derek said carefully, "do you need me to bring anything back?" Stiles shook his head.
"You're leaving now?" Derek looked away before moving to the door.
"It's a long drive."
"Wait," his brain was still sleep heavy so maybe he wasn't thinking right, maybe he shouldn't be talking at all, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he said quickly, "don't worry about me." He paused in the doorway.
"What is it?" Stiles pressed when he didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry I touched you. It's hard to control sometimes. I'll try to do better." For a moment it felt like Derek was apologizing for the wrong thing but Stiles reminded himself that Derek couldn't apologize for not wanting him.
"Oh." Stiles knew that wasn't the thing to say but he couldn't get his head wrapped around much of anything right now. Derek was gone before he'd figured it out.

Stiles went back to sleep but it was restless and he ended up pushing out of bed as the sky was brightening from pink to yellow with the sun. He went to the bathroom and got in the shower, standing under the hot spray for a long time before he actually moved to wash. He wandered downstairs in boxers, not bothering with the rest of his clothes. Derek was gone. Why bother? He grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts before wandering back upstairs and sitting on the bed. All of a sudden he had an entire day by himself. Hours and hours stretched out in front of him. Stiles couldn't spend it as he normally would, reading or spending time online. He blew out a sigh and brushed crumbs off his lap. Of course if he went to the diner there'd be plenty to read. But then again he wasn't sure that was a good idea. Why couldn't he just go to sleep until it was time to go home? A knock from downstairs distracted Stiles from his pity party and he stumbled into jeans and a t-shirt before hurrying down the stairs.
"Aiden?" he questioned, pulling open the door to reveal the young wolf. Aiden smiled.
"Hey Stiles. Wondered if you wanted to hang out?"
"Uh… Sure." Definitely an interesting turn of events but it wasn't like Stiles had anything to do. "Let me just…I'll be right back." He closed the door gently and rushed back up the stairs, yanking on socks and shoving his feet in his shoes before pausing at the side of the bed. The last thing he needed was another thing for Derek to yell at him about. He went back to the dresser and went through the drawers until he found one of Derek's shirts, slipping it over his own. Aiden's nostrils flared when he returned and he nodded once.
"Good idea. But I thought you and Derek had sorted that," he let the sentence trail as a question, giving Stiles the option of whether he wanted to answer. Stiles shrugged.
"Don't really want to talk about it." He didn't. Even though he could ask Aiden how long the scenting lasted and if he still smelled enough like Derek. He just didn't want to even broach the subject of Derek.
"No problem," Aiden agreed, "mates are officially off the discussion board. But my dad thought maybe you would like a tour."
"Your dad?" Aiden laughed quickly.
"Aiden Ramsey," he said, offering his hand. Stiles shook it, smiling as well. He supposed if he couldn't trust Aiden he couldn't trust anyone.
"Nice to meet you."

Aiden guided him back out of the houses, which were divided into four quarters for organizational purposes. The clearing was to the west of all the houses, the main gates several miles to the east. But in the center of the settlement, that was where the fun stuff was. The main building Stiles had first been put in, sort of like their city hall. Stiles learned that they only really used the infirmary for humans, as werewolves very rarely needed it. The diner was on the other side of the dirt street from it and Stiles tried to avoid looking at that. If he and Aiden were talking about Derek he could pose his theory. But they weren't. Part of Stiles didn't really want to know anyways. More specifically he didn't want to know if he was wrong. Next to city hall, because Stiles didn't really have anything else to call it, was a library. Stiles grinned at that, setting off even as Aiden tried to explain about the call center they also had, tucked closer to the main gates. Sure he wondered why the hell a werewolf settlement had a call center but a library now that was important.
"Apparently I said the magic word," Aiden laughed, stepping ahead of Stiles and pulling the door open for him.
"I love books," Stiles admitted. He loved the internet but hey books were a close second and beggars couldn't be choosers. Lights flicked on, apparently motion activated, and then it was just Aiden, Stiles, and stack after stack after stack of books. "This is fantastic," he exhaled, feet already moving.
"You can take whatever you want, so long as you look after them." Glancing around again Stile saw the wisdom in that, there were no couches or tables it didn't even look like there was a desk, every possible inch was used for the bookshelves. Even the walkways between were narrow. Not that Stiles minded. If it was a public library it might be a problem but here the books were more important than the space. The more books there were the better.
"I can't believe you guys have a library," he admitted. Aiden laughed again.
"We're not heathens. Education is important and Mrs. Wells only gets you so far."
"Hm," Stiles managed noncommittally, fingers drifting along spines. Aiden chuckled but then fell silent, letting Stiles wander.

In the end it was a good thing Aiden was with him. He could carry three times as many books as Stiles could. Which meant Stiles wouldn't have to come back to the library for about two days. Maybe three. They stacked them all against the wall in the living room and Stiles set his hands on his hips as he smiled down at them.
"Diner for lunch?" Aiden offered.
"Nah, I'll make something here," Stiles replied, trying to pick which book to read first.
"You shouldn't eat while reading," Aiden warned, amused.
"Pop-Tarts don't drip," Stiles scoffed.
"You're a trip," Aiden told him. Stiles wondered why everyone seemed to like him except Derek as he stepped forward for a book. "I'll be at the diner if you change your mind," Aiden offered finally.
"Okay," Stiles agreed, relieved when the door finally closed behind him. He moved back to the futon, which Derek hadn't even bothered to put back up before he left, and sat down before sprawling in a more comfortable position. He kicked his shoes off and cracked open the book, sighing in relief. Distraction. Actual distraction. Little black words printed on cream page. Yes. This was what he needed. It was dark and Stiles was well into his third book before Derek arrived home. Stiles didn't look up from what he was reading, offering a small wave instead.
"Did you eat?" Derek questioned. Stiles stomach growled so loudly he heard it and felt it. He sat up, one hand still splayed on the book.
"I meant to," he admitted, finally looking to Derek. Derek crossed the room, a brown paper bag in front of him.
"Here." He set the bag down next to Stiles, freezing suddenly. His eyes slid over Stiles slowly. "That's my shirt."
"Um, yeah." Why was he blushing? Derek straightened slowly.
"So Shane told you about the library."
"No Aiden did."
"Aiden?" Derek demanded, frowning.
"Yeah. I haven't seen Shane."
"Oh." Stiles sat up and gathered both the book and the bag of food, careful to hold his spot. "Why?" Stiles paused before answering.

"I don't try to piss you off. As much as that might surprise you." Derek didn't respond. "If me seeing Shane is going to be a problem then I'm not going to do it."
"It won't be a problem."
"Really? Because every time Shane and I have been together you and I have fought." Derek shook his head.
"Last night wasn't about that. I don't want you in the woods by yourself." Stiles frowned at him.
"Why not?" Derek's frown deepened and he stared at Stiles for a long moment. "Will you please just talk to me?" Stiles demanded. "Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if we just talked."
"You're never as safe as you think you are, alright?" Derek snapped.
"You were actually worried about me?" Stiles shot back, too shocked to end the conversation there. Derek sighed and shrugged out of his jacket before hanging it on the last banister. He moved to the futon and sat down next to Stiles.
"Yes I was worried about you. You're my mate and it's my job to protect you." For a moment Stiles was struck by the unreality of it. They were actually talking. About them.
"But we're not really… I mean you don't actually want me so I guess I don't understand."
"It's not the same thing," Derek said after a moment, "I'm responsible for you."
"Okay but you left me alone all day." Derek nodded.
"I overreacted last night. You weren't here and I panicked." Stiles sighed and gritted his teeth for a moment.
"I don't understand you. You claim me and then say you don't want me. You get jealous when you don't want me then you say it wasn't a big deal. And it seems like your excuse for everything is 'I overreacted.'"
"I've never done this before," Derek admitted haltingly. "I've never had a mate. Everything is…harder to control." Stiles was surprised by that information. He'd thought… Well Laura for one. And he supposed that Shane and Derek could have been together without ever claiming but that seemed pretty ridiculous now.
"So then why did you claim me? You can't stand me." Derek didn't answer; he wouldn't even look at Stiles. "Was it about Shane? Somehow? Because I honestly don't understand if you didn't want me why you did it." I don't understand. I don't understand. Maybe if he said it enough Derek would actually explain.
"I did want you."

Stiles' jaw fell open. Had he imagined that? He must have. Right? "It was one of the most selfish things I've ever done." Stiles' mind was too busy spinning for him to try and formulate a response. Derek wanted him? Brennan was right? This changed everything. This made no sense whatsoever. What was happening?
"I don't understand," Stiles managed once again.
"There are reasons I'm alone," Derek said, finally looking at him. Stiles stared at him, words failing him completely. "You should understand that at least. You should hate me."
"Why?" Stiles questioned, frowning.
"I raped you." Stiles' eyes widened as guilt flushed through him. "And now you can't go home."
"Okay you didn't-I shouldn't have said that. I was mad. You were yelling at me and this has all been so fucking confusing but you didn't rape me."
"You don't have to try and make me feel better." Derek laughed harshly. "Why are you so…kind?"
"I'm not-" Stiles spluttered, sure he was being insulted.
"It's not a bad thing," Derek cut him off. "But you're exactly the opposite of me in so many ways."
"Just because I cook my bacon," Stiles joked weakly.
"You're not going to let that go are you?"
"It's disgusting," Stiles informed him. Derek chuckled and shook his head and Stiles took a deep breath.

"So just to recap," he let out, trying to ignore the tremor that was working its way up his leg, "you did want me but you don't want a mate. It has nothing to do with me and so long as we set some ground rules we'll be fine? I don't see why we can't just…get along as…friends? For the rest of the time."
"For the most part," Derek said, eyes measuring Stiles.
"Do you always have to go for the mysterious response?" Stiles huffed, letting his lips curl slightly so Derek would know he was mostly kidding.
"You have sex with your friends?" Derek questioned bluntly. Stiles felt himself flush as his jaw dropped again.
"What? No. Of course not."
"Well we can try but…the full moon is a call to mate. Every month."
"Oh," Stiles let out, fingertips going numb. "We'll figure it out," he nodded as he said it, as if that made up for the total lack of confidence in the words.
"It'll be easier knowing I actually want to have sex with you won't it?" Derek questioned dryly. Stiles flushed deeper.
"Point taken," he returned, looking away. "Still, we should have had this conversation earlier." Derek sighed.
"What good does it do?"
"It makes me feel better for one. And it's teaching you that sharing is caring. You can't just keep everything locked up behind that sour wolf face."
"You are so dysfunctional," Derek shot back.
"We are dysfunctional," Stiles corrected. Derek didn't disagree.

A/N: So first of all I know my Stiles is more emotional than we see in the show. Sorry. I really like to write him that way because I think what little we do see of Stiles upset is fascinating. And well…a lot of shit has happened to him so yeah. Also explanations have begun! Yay right?

Hopefully next part will be more of them actually getting along..other than that I have no idea.

But I am planning on starting a series of drabbles focusing on my oc's and possibly from Derek's POV. So if you have ideas of something you'd like to see for that hit me up and I will see what I can do.

Thanks.