Warning: Another not happy chapter

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Derek watched Stiles bolt down the ham sandwiches like he hadn't eaten in days. It was rather amusing if he were honest. Stiles was so cute sometimes. He was suddenly distracted from this by Isaac rushing through the front door.

"Derek, Scott and Jackson are coming. Scott's angry. I can tell."

Stiles suddenly lost his appetite, looking at Derek and Isaac with worry.

"Is he headed here?" Derek asked.

"I think so," Isaac nodded. "They're scoping out the perserve. Looking for Stiles I think."

Derek's forehead creased with worry, and he ran his hand over his chin contemplatively.

"Scott probably isn't going to like that I had to give you the bite Stiles. I don't know what he might do. You said Jackson's with him Isaac?"

The blond nodded. His eyes moved to Stiles, feeling some of the revulsion he usually felt for the dork, but they were going to be pack now.

"So," he said carefully. "How you feeling Stiles?"

He could at least make the effort to be nice. Stiles eyed him for a moment or two.

"I feel fine Isaac, besides the big ass gash in my stomach. Just peachy."

"You know I was actually trying to be nice Stiles."

Isaac was frowning at him, and Stiles knew he shouldn't have gotten smart. The boy was trying to be friendly for a change.

"Sorry," he said in a low voice.

Isaac didn't reply, but gave a slight nod of his head. The front door of the house suddenly slammed open with enough force to finish it off. Scott gave one glance at Stiles and his face shifted. Derek had no time to calculate. He was thrown across the room, hitting the wall.

"Scott no!" Stiles shouted.

Scott snarled and rushed it Derek again. He could smell it. Stiles was already starting to change, and he would be Derek's beta. Derek wasn't caught off guard this time. His face shifted and he caught Scott's arm in a steel grip. Scott struggled against him and bit into Derek's other arm, causing him to howl in pain.

"Stop," Stiles kept pleading, but to no avail.

Isaac shifted and made to leap, but Jackson was suddenly in front of him. He grabbed the blond by the shirt, sending him flying into the coffee table.

"Guys!" Stiles tried again.

He had to stop this.

"Scott if you hurt Derek I'll never forgive you," he said suddenly.

Scott released the other alpha and eyed Stiles, his eyes still red.

"How could you betray me Stiles?" he demanded. "You went over to him?"

"Can't you see he's hurt Scott?" Derek pointed out. "I had no choice! He was dying."

Scott's expression softened considerably, and he reverted to his human features.

"Stiles," he said brokenly. "You can't hate me. I'm your best friend."

He was right. In spite of all the things Stiles had said about their friendship being over, he couldn't hate him.

"Please," Scott went on. "I need you in my life dude. I'm sorry I was a shitty friend. Okay? I'm sorry... "

"Apologies don't just make everything okay Scott," Stiles said, shaking his head. "We're not ten. You really hurt me. You never thought about my needs. For a year its been all about you."

"You're right Stiles," Scott said in a low, sad voice. "You have every right to be angry. I didn't think about how you felt. I made it all about me. I'm not denying it."

Stiles eyed him with wide, sad eyes. Scott really was sorry. He wasn't just saying it to ease his conscience. Still he'd been bitten by Derek, and nothing could ever change that. He also wouldn't want to change it.

"You're making it all about you still Scott," he said sadly. "Except now you don't see how your rivalry with Derek has twisted you. You only want to be alpha. You don't care who this is going to hurt."

"That's because Derek isn't worthy of following Stiles! He uses people."

"Scott I'm warning you," Derek growled at him.

"Why?" he challenged, turning his attention back to the other alpha. "Truth hurts? That's exactly what you do! You turned people like Isaac because you needed betas. He was desperate. You took advantage. Do you even care?"

"I did not take advantage," Derek shot back at him angrily. "Isaac wanted it. All I did was offer."

"You knew he wouldn't say no," Scott pointed out.

Derek shook his head and looked at Scott with a snide grin.

"You're a hypocrite Scott," he said, voice raising in mock. "You thought Stiles wouldn't say no. What's that say about you? You're just as manipulative as I am!"

Scott saw his point. He couldn't think of anything to say in reply. Instead he would have to admit a loss. He turned to Stiles.

"Stiles I thought we were friends," he said quietly. "Now I see he's gotten inside of your head just like he does everyone's. I'll always love you like a brother Stiles, but if you choose him now... we're over."

"Why are you making him choose like that?" Derek demanded angrily. "Can't you see what you're doing?"

"I know what I'm doing Derek. I don't want anything more to do with you, or anyone who does. That's why I'm drawing the line in the sand. If he chooses you, he's your pack. Frankly Derek, you're a disgusting and power-hungry individual. You're no better than Kate and Gerard.

"You son of a bitch," Derek growled at him. "If it wasn't for Stiles I'd rip your lungs out!"

Scott laughed.

"Now you're showing your true colors Derek! Thatta boy!"

Stiles looked at Scott in disbelief, his expression confused and sad. Scott stopped smiling, knowing he'd just said the wrong thing.

"Who are you?" Stiles asked Scott, his expression sad. "I don't know you anymore. Since when do you egg people on like this? Then you tell me that if I choose him we're done? Where's my best friend, the boy I grew up with? This is a Scott I don't want to know."

"Stiles... " Scott whispered.

The boy shook his head. He had to do this. Scott had drawn the line, well now it was drawn.

"We're done. I choose Derek."

Scott was silent for several moments. His expression blank and shocked.

"I'm sorry Stiles. You've chosen. Come on Jackson."

Stiles watched the two of them leave and then broke down, covering his eyes with his hand. Derek stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. Stiles hugged back, sobbing into Derek's shirt.

"He's gone Derek. My best friend's really gone... "

Derek rubbed his mate's back supportively. He couldn't do anything right now except console him. Isaac watched all this with a look of sadness. It really was sad to see such a friendship end. Peter's face on the other hand was as blank and hard as stone.