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15 minutes of a Sterek fanfic, part 12

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 (NSFW) here, part 6 here, part 7 here, part 8 here, part 9 here, part 10 here, and part 11 here.

The sheriff nearly ran into Derek as he exited the room. He looked like he was about to say something, but insteadhe just gave a weak smile and headed out.

Derek turned into the roomand his breath caught in his throat.

Stiles was sitting propped up in a hospital bed, with his feet bandaged and elevated. He looked so pale and his hair was in disarray. 

"I wasn't lying to my dad just now, was I?" Stiles asked, making direct eye contact with Derek.

Derek shoved his hands in his pockets, itching to reach for Stiles but not wanting to invade his space. He shook his head and stayed where he was.

"Then why haven't you kissed me yet?"

Derek was at his side in moments and gave him the gentlest kiss on the forehead, taking a moment to inhale his scent. It was corrupted with acrid hospital smells, but it was still there.

"I thought you might be mad at me," breathed Derek, not making eye contact.

"Well," sighed Stiles, "I guess I am."

Derek shoved his hands back in his pockets and stared at his feet. "It was my fault."

"What?" said Stiles incredulously, "No, Derek look at me."

Derek hesitated, but did as he was asked.

"You don't think I blame you for--for this, do you?"

Derek just stared, not sure how to answer. Surely Stiles blamed him for this. If Derek had just been there...or if Stiles had just stayed away from him...

"Derek, I'm not mad at you for this," he said, gesturing to his feet. "I'm mad because of how you left the party."

Derek blinked. He hadn't thought much about the party since Erica had found him in the woods. "What?"

"You just left me there."

"I needed time alone."

"I get that, Derek, but," Stiles paused, "God, you could've told me that."

Derek didn't know what to say so he shrugged.

"No, Derek, you don't get to do that. If you need time and space, that's fine, but you don't get to just leave me like that. Not when you could've been..." Stiles trailed off and broke eye contact.

"What?" asked Derek gently.

"Not when you could've been hurting yourself," breathed Stiles, making eye contact again. "You know I know about your past with fire. You could've told me you just needed some time, but instead you storm off and don't even look at me when I'm calling your name. I thought...I don't know what I thought."

"Yes, you do."

Stiles nodded. "And besides that, I needed you. Or at least I needed to be sure you were safe. Do you know how it felt to be dragged out of that house by Erica? She wouldn't let me go in and you were in there and I couldn't find you. I was terrified. I wanted you with me, but at least I needed to know you were okay."

Derek listened intently. Stiles was right. Derek had stormed off and probably scared the shit out of Stiles after Stiles had already been scared. It was unacceptable. "I'm sorry," Derek breathed, "you're right."

"Good," said Stiles nodding, "now will you come over here and give me a proper kiss?"

Derek was at Stiles's side immediately. He gently cupped Stiles's face with his rough hands and tilted his head back. He gave him the softest kiss he could and Stiles moved into it. When they broke apart, they rested their foreheads against one another.

"I love you," breathed Stiles, almost breathless.

Derek kissed him again, a little more forcefully, trying to put all of his emotions into it to show Stiles how sorry he was, but also how relieved he was that he was okay.

"Now that's more like it," Stiles quipped after the kiss.

Derek couldn't help but smile a little. Derek moved his hand to hold Stiles's. "You know, everyone is here to see you."

"Yeah, my dad said."

"Do you want me to get them?"

"Yeah, but," Stiles squeezed Derek's hand, "don't leave me."

Derek squeezed back.

(Prompt by me)

Teen Wolf MTV (I don't own any of the characters)


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