"Are you sure you don't want me to come over?"

"I'm fine Lydia."

"You know I really thought he liked you."

"I've told you before that this was never going to be a movie romance."

"I know but you really liked him."

"Lydia it's…I'll call you back there's someone at the door."

"You better!" Stiles rolled his eyes and dropped his phone on to the couch. He really hoped it wasn't Scott because he could honestly not handle the puppy look anymore; it was starting to get a little ridiculous. The knocking on the door became more insistent and Stiles pulled it open to reveal a very sweaty red-faced Derek. He tried to push the door closed again but Derek put his foot in the way.

"Ow! Oh my god did you slam the door?"

"Of course I slammed the door I don't want you to be here!"

"Just let me in please."

"Why? So you can lie to me again."

"I didn't lie to you." Stiles opened the door wide and glared at him. "Okay so I lied. But I didn't lie the whole time. I lied but then I wasn't lying anymore."

"Which is it Derek? Did you lie or not!"

"Yes I lied. Look if you just let me in then you can ask whatever you want and I will tell you the truth."

"The whole truth."

"I promise you. Stiles please I just want to make this right with you."

"No you know what I don't care what you have to say Derek."

"Yes you do! And I know you lied about how you feel about me."

"What? No…no I…er…I didn't."

"Really? Then why did Scott come to my house and punch me in the face."

"Because you're a jerk Derek! A massive huge ass face jerk! A shit face cock jerk with a tiny penis!"

"A tiny penis?"

"Yes! A small tiny penis."

"But you've seen it."

"I stand by what I said."

"Fine. Then I will take my shit face and tiny penis and go."

"Good."

"Fine." Derek nodded his head and stepped of the porch. Stiles didn't wait for him to turn around before he was closing the door. What could he possible tell him that would make any difference? What on earth could he tell him that would change Stiles' opinion of him? Nothing, that's what, there is absolutely nothing he could say to make this any better. Not a thing. He dropped his head forward till it connected with the door and groaned. Fuck. He pushed away from the door and pulled it open.

"Derek!" The man was nowhere to be seen. Apart from Mr and Mrs Wilks sitting on their porch there wasn't anybody else in the street. It was empty. He just…gave up. It's not like he was expecting Derek to fight for him. I mean he didn't even really believe that Derek had feelings for him, he'd just thought that maybe…he'd hadn't been lying.

He was not thinking about it. Derek was the furthest thing from his mind. The absolute furthest. If it had been on his mind then someone might say that he was obsessing over it but he's not thinking about it so he's not obsessing. In fact since Derek had left he hadn't even thought about what he'd said. And since he's living in denial today he can also say that he totally did not rush to the door when someone knocked on it.

"Derek?"

"I did come here because you didn't call me back but apparently I'm needed for a whole other reason."

"Can we pretend I didn't say that?"

"Not on your life."

"Derek came to explain."

"And?"

"I may have sent him away." Lydia grabbed his arm and dragged him inside the house. He tried to protest but she just shushed him as she dragged him upstairs and pushed him down on to his bed.

"Whoa Lydia I know were close but were not that close."

"You're an idiot if you think I'm sleeping with you. We are going to lay here and talk."

"But whhhy?"

"Because it'll make you feel better." She slipped of her shoes and arranged them till they were laid on their sides and facing each other.

"Okay now tell me everything."

"He came over and he said that he wanted to make everything right with me and that he would tell me the truth about everything."

"And you said yes right?"

"Not exactly."

"So what did you do?"

"I insulted his face and said he had a tiny penis."

"Oh wow. So then you wanted him to go."

"Well sort of."

"Stiles will you just tell me everything."

"Fine. He said he was just gonna go so I said good and closed the door then I started thinking about it and then my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to know what he could possibly have said that would have changed my mind. Except when I opened the door he was already gone."

"So then why are you still here?"

"Where else would I be?"

"Stiles he came here to explain everything to you. Doesn't that tell you something?!" She was up, pacing back and forth and very angry at him. Why was she angry? If anyone was supposed to be angry here it was Stiles. "You can't tell me that this doesn't tell you something!"

"Why are you shouting?"

"Why are you being purposefully dense!"

"I'm not!"

"Stiles you are one of the smartest people I know. Figure this out. Why would Derek come here if he never cared about you!"

"Because he did a shitty thing and…and…my dad is the Sheriff! He probably wants to make sure he's not about to get a load of parking tickets."

"You are not serious right now."

"It's the only reason I can think of."

"No I don't think it is. I think you're afraid that he might actually like you."

"Of course I'm afraid Lydia! This is the first relationship I have ever been in and it was a lie. And yet despite the fact that I know he was lying to me I am still in love with him! But you know what none of that even matters because he still lied to me."

"So did you!"

"Excuse me?"

"I know what he did was bad. Believe me if Jackson had ever pulled that crap he wouldn't have balls but you can't act like your innocent here. You were using him and he was using you. I know in the long run he bet on sex and you bet on yourself but at the end of the day you still used him."

"I thought you were supposed to be on my side."

"I am on your side, which is why I'm telling you this. God knows Scott won't have the courage to tell you the truth. Maybe he wasn't completely lying to you."

"He wasn't."

"What do ya mean?"

"When I was ill he told me some stuff about his uncle and when he was younger."

"Personal stuff?"

"I guess."

"Was it or wasn't it?"

"Well I mean his uncle died saving his life." If Stiles had blinked he would have completely missed Lydia jumping on his bed and punching him in the arm. Blinking however was not going to make him miss the pain.

"Oh my god! How hard did you punch me?!"

"You deserve it!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"He told you about his dead uncle you moron! Do you have any idea how sensitive that topic would be for him?"

"Yes! Because it was just as hard for me when I mentioned my mom."

"You what?"

"What?"

"You told him about your mom."

"Briefly. Well it was more of a fleeting mention."

"You don't have fleeting mentions of your mom, you never talk about her!"

"Well I changed my mind."

"Go get him now."

"What? No!"

"Stiles Stilinski so help me if you don't go to his house right now and tell him how you feel I am telling Melissa."

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?"

"You would. Fine I'll drop by tomorrow."

"You will drop by today."

"Lydia I will not humiliate myself in front of him."

"Isn't it really your turn to though."

"How so?"

"Well you did say he had a tiny penis while he was grovelling at your door."

"Oh and I suppose you and Jackson takes turns."

"Oh honey no. Without me Jackson is nothing. When it comes to you and Derek you're both just miserable."

"If I talk to him will you please drop it?"

"I'll drop it."

"Alright then I'll call him now."

"You can't do this over the phone!"

"Pretty sure I can." Stiles grabbed his phone and scrolled though till he found Derek's number. "You sure you want to be here for this?"

"I'm making sure you actually call." He dialled the number and waited for Derek to answer. When it went to voicemail Stiles hung up and stared at Lydia.

"Well I tried."

"You cannot be serious. You rang once."

"And he didn't answer."

"You're really gonna give up this easily."

"I don't know what you want from me Lydia."

"You tell me you're in love with him but you don't even act like you care Stiles."

"I just don't want to get hurt again, why can't you understand that. Why are you trying to push me?"

"I just want you to be happy and you're not happy."

"I appreciate the concern Lydia but I just need some time to figure this out."

"Okay. I'm sorry for trying to force you."

"I know you're just looking out for me." Lydia gave him a small smile and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed as tight as she could. They jerked apart when Stiles phone vibrated in his hand.

"Hey dad."

"Stiles I need you to listen to me."

"Dad what's wrong?"

"I need you not to panic."

"Telling me not to panic is only going to make me panic. What is going on?"

"Derek was in an accident."

"What?"

"I think you should come to the hospital."

"Oh my god. Oh god. I'm coming now." He pushed the phone in to his pocket and ran out of the room with Lydia following him.

"Stiles what's going on?"

"He's in the hospital."

"Your dad!"

"Derek. He was in an accident."

"Oh god. Okay I'll drive you there."

"No I…I can…I can't breathe." His lungs feel like there closing up and there's just not enough oxygen in the room, he can hear Lydia saying his name but it just sounds so far away. And oh god it hurts to try and breathe. His vision is blurring at the edges and then Lydia is pushing him against the wall. She's holding his hand against her chest and telling him to focus on her.

"Stiles I need you to breathe with me. Please breathe with me. 1. 2. 3. Stiles focus on my breathing." He forced himself to focus on her hand, how it went up and down with every breath. She gave him a small smile as he started to calm down, his breathing started to even back out and he tried taking in shallow breaths.

"Are you okay?" He shook his head and she hesitantly moved closer till she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.

"We're gonna go see Derek and I'm sure he'll be fine."

"What if he's not?"

"He will be. He would have told you if it was anything really serious."

"You're right."

"I always am." He huffed out a small laugh and hugged her back.

"I need to go see him."

"I'll drive you."