The drive to the hospital was slow. Well it wasn't but it felt slow, he wanted to get there as fast as he could but at the same time he didn't want to find out what was waiting for him. He couldn't stop thinking about how this could be his fault. If he'd let Derek in to his house then he wouldn't have gotten in to the accident, he wouldn't have been driving his car. The car stopped and he was about to rush out of the car when Lydia grabbed his arm.

"This wasn't your fault."

"I should have just let him in the house."

"You couldn't have known this was going to happen Stiles."

"It doesn't matter." He slipped his arm free and tried to give her a reassuring smile, but by the look on her face he missed it by a mile. The hospital looks the same as usual, looks like it did when his mom was here, looks like it did when he broke his arm, and looks like it does when he and Scott visit Melissa. But today it somehow seems more daunting.

"Come on Stiles you can do this. You just have to walk inside." He took a deep breath and walked through the automatic door. His dad was leaning against the reception desk while he talked to one of the nurses. He didn't have time to wait for his dad to finish the conversation so he interrupted them and the nurse tried to glare him away but Stiles had more important things to think about so he ignored her.

"Dad. Where is he?"

"Just in there." His dad nodded towards the door closest to them and Stiles hooked a thumb over his shoulder and his dad gave him a sad smile. He couldn't be hurt that badly, could he? Surely his dad would have warned if it was something terrible. Oh god what if he didn't know how to tell him. Oh my god Stiles shut up! This is about Derek not you. He pushed the door open and nothing could have prepared him for this.

"Oh my god."

"Stiles what are you doing here?" Derek was sat on the edge of a hospital bed his feet scuffing against the floor and he looked completely fine.

"What am I doing? What are you doing! You're supposed to be dying or injured! You look fine! Why are you fine?"

"Erm…I'm sorry for not dying?" When Stiles was 10 he wanted a bike because Scott had one, his dad gave it to him for Christmas and he loved it more than anything. In that same week Scott broke his new bike, he knew it was accidental but he couldn't stop how angry he was. All he'd wanted to do was punch Scott right in the chest; right now he was even angrier, he was furious. So he storms over till he's in front of Derek and punches him right in the chest.

"Hey! I was in a car accident."

"Not a serious one! My father called me and told me you had been in an accident! I had a panic attack Derek! Do you know how worried I was that it was something serious!? And you're fine. You're just sitting here like nothing happened and…what? Why are you smiling? You look really creepy."

"You were worried about me?"

"Don't let it go to your head dumbass."

"Stiles I'm fine. I stopped at a light and some guy drove in to the back of me. My car took the brunt of it at most I might have whiplash."

"You just have whiplash?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He wanted to say something anything but he was just too relieved. His dad was an idiot who needed to be clearer about what accident meant and Derek was fine. Oh great now his eyes are leaking.

"Stiles are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

"Why are you crying? Stiles I'm okay."

"I know you idiot. I'm crying because I'm relieved and happy that you're okay." There are arms wrapping around him and he will never admit to anyone that it feels good but dammit it feels good. "I'm still mad at you."

"I know."

"It won't go away just because I thought you were seriously injured."

"I know."

"Stop saying I know."

"Alright."

"Why are you just accepting what I say?"

"Because your still crying and I've upset you enough this week." He hated that he agreed with him, especially since Derek didn't really know the half of it. This wasn't how they expected this week to go; it was just supposed to be about meeting Derek's family and getting through the next few weeks like they were a regular couple.

"Can we just pretend for the next five minutes that we…" He couldn't finish it, couldn't ask. They weren't a normal couple to begin with so how could they even pretend to be one now. He has no idea if Derek actually understands want he means but the man tightens his arms around him anyway and gives a small nod.

"Yeah…yeah okay." Derek moved them till they were both sat on the edge of the hospital bed and he pulled Stiles in to his side and Stiles pressed his face in to his shoulder.

"I really am glad you're okay."

"So am I."

"You know you're still welcome for thanksgiving."

"We're only pretending for five minutes."

"It doesn't have to be pretend."

"Please don't do this Derek."

"What's going to happen when you walk out that door?"

"Derek…" Derek dropped his head forward and pressed a kiss to Stiles forehead. He closes his eyes and steels himself to do what he should of done weeks ago. Tell the truth.

"The coffee shop on campus."

"What?"

"That's where I was going to ask you out. I should have just gone in there and offered to buy you a coffee."

"You would have offered to buy me coffee in a coffee shop as our first date? Wow."

"Yeah. I would have asked you for coffee and you would have said yes because you would have been dazzled by my good looks."

"Then what?"

"Then we'd have had a great first date and a second, third, fourth and so on. And I would have taken you to the beach, and bowling or marathoned marvel."

"Would you cook for me?"

"All the time. I'd make you whatever you wanted."

"I'd have liked all that."

"I don't know if you'll believe this but I am falling in love with you."

"I…" Stiles jerked away from Derek and crossed the room as the nurse that had been talking to his dad entered it. He tried to glare her away but she just offered him a small smile and asked Derek some questions and then she was leaving the room.

"I think five minutes is over."

"I can't do this Derek. And it's not just about your bet it's about mine as well. I just don't think I can pretend that we didn't start of lying to each other."

"Stiles we can…we can start over."

"I just can't do it Derek. I'm gonna drive back to my dorm tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I told you I don't really do anything for thanksgiving and there's just no point to me being here."

"What about your dad or Scott?"

"My dad's working and Scott's actually coming back with me."

"So what you walk out that door and this is– just over."

"It's already over Derek." Stiles straightened his clothes out and crossed the room till he was standing in front of him. "For what it's worth I really did have fun the past few weeks." He pressed a chaste kiss to Derek's lips and stepped out of his space. Stiles didn't wait around to see if Derek had anything to say, couldn't bear the thought of him asking to give them another chance. This was best for both of them, they could both move on to other people and pretend like this never happened.

His dad was waiting against reception for him and Stiles rushed forward and kicked him in the shin. "What is wrong with you? Why the hell would you make it sound like Derek is seriously injured!"

"I can't believe you just kicked me, you haven't done that since you were a kid."

"What is wrong with you! I thought he was dying!"

"He told me everything."

"He told you what?"

"About your bet and his bet and everything else."

"So?"

"Stiles you are my son and I know you extremely well. So I know that this would be the type of thing you would ignore and just wait till it went away."

"So you scared me half to death?!"

"You needed to talk to him."

"I would have done it eventually."

"Don't lie to the Sheriff son. So did you talk?"

"I ended it for good."

"Are you sure that's what you wanna do?"

"No. It's not what I want to do at all but it's better for both of us."

"Stiles."

"It's okay dad. Erm…Scott and I are leaving in like an hour so I gotta go."

"Alright. I'll see you at Christmas."

"Of course." His dad smiled at him and pulled him in to a tight hug, it wasn't really a goodbye hug it was more of a 'I don't agree with your choice but I'll support you anyway' hug and Stiles appreciated it. He really did, he just could have done without the pity look when they pulled apart. Stiles left his dad and headed outside, he was all set to walk home when he noticed the familiar dark blue car in the lot. He jogged over and tapped on the window.

"Allison what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you."

"Why?"

"Lydia had a spa appointment so I told her I'd take you home. Get in." Stiles gave her his best and smile and jumped in the passenger seat. "Plus who better to talk to than me. I know Scott and I are forever but no one has broken up and gotten back together more than us."

"Wait you're here to comfort me depending on how it went with Derek and I?"

"Yeah, why else would you need comfort?"

"Because he's in hospital."

"Yeah I know Melissa told me. Well she told Scott but I was there to so technically she told me."

"Why did she tell you guys?"

"She said we should prepare for you to freak out."

"Well I'm fine and he's fine and there is no freaking out."

"None at all?"

"Lydia told you about my panic attack didn't she?"

"She was just worried. Lydia is a genius and she knows exactly what to do when someone has a panic attack but she'd never actually had to do it before."

"Is she okay?"

"She's currently at her spa appointment Stiles she's fine. But we should be talking about you not Lydia."

"I broke up with him. That's it."

"You know me and Scott broke up all the time for stupid reasons but we always got back together."

"It's not a stupid reason Allison. I don't know if I can trust him. Even when you and Scott broke up you still trusted each other."

"Maybe you can work it out."

"I don't think we're you and Scott Ally."

"Well duh. Why would you want to be? I mean don't get me wrong I love Scott and I know we'll be together but you think I didn't get sick of breaking up all the time. How tiring it was being in love with him and not being with him but having to pretend like all I wanted was to be friends. And then becoming friends and the whole pining after each other thing. Me and Scott are forever Stiles but you don't want to be us."

"Somehow I don't think being Stiles and Derek is gonna work out."

"Well since you always had hope for me and Scott I'm gonna do the same for you."

"Not quite the same thing but thanks."

"Want me to come and help you pack?"

"Actually I packed last night. I'm organised this time."

"Okay. Scott should be here in 2 hours, so if he's not here at 9 give me a call." Stiles smiled and leaned over the car to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Thanks for coming to get me."

"Anytime."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." For the next two hours he could do anything he wanted, he could just watch TV or read a book or nap if he wanted to. In fact that was totally what he was going to do, he was going to nap. He waved Allison of and headed inside his house. It was quiet inside; Melissa was at the hospital and Scott had been staying at Allison's since Stiles had shown up crying in a very manly way. He fell backwards on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It might have been the stress catching up to him or it maybe it was the panic attack but it was all just too much. He cupped his hands over his face as the tears rolled down the side of his face. His chest felt like it was being crushed but it wasn't like his panic attack because he could still breathe. This was just pain and there was nothing he could do to make it go away. So he curls on his side and lets everything out that he's had to hide from his friends.