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Stiles was spending lots of time in his room, since McCall, his so-called best friend, had kicked him out of his pack.
After they dealt with the Nogitsune, everyone looked at him with a death glare, and he knew that he wasn’t welcome anymore, Scott kicked him out after Allison died in his arms.
“Get out, Stiles, you are not welcome in my pack anymore, I can’t stand to look at you and see a murderer in front of me, get out.” Scott told him, his eyes flashed red and the rest of the pack didn’t even stand up for him.
Stiles felt all alone as he walked back over to the blue jeep and pulled it into gear to drive away from the pack.
He knew that he was at fault, Stiles knows that everything was different now, even if the Oni claimed that he is himself and not the Nogitsune.
His dad was barely at home, but when he was at home, his dad couldn’t look at him either, remembering all the things that he had done even though he was possessed.
Stiles was all alone, he doubted that Derek would stay after everything that happened, he knew that the alpha didn’t care about him, no matter how much he saved him, Derek told him in the pool that he didn’t even trust him, even if Stiles held him up in the pool for two hours, waiting that the Kanima’s poison to get out of his system.
Derek was on alert when he didn’t find Stiles, he knew that Stiles was himself again, but no one seemed to know where Stiles was, not the Sheriff as he walked over from the station, as the Sheriff only told him that Stiles is ok and probably at home.
“Sheriff, when was the last time that you saw and talked to your son since the Nogitsune?” Derek asked, no one seemed to notice the absence of the teen and no one seemed to care about him.
“I don’t know, I guess a month.” The Sheriff replied.
“You didn’t speak with your son for a whole month?” Derek asked as he looked at the Sheriff.
“No, I couldn’t look at him, knowing that he was the one that planted the bomb in my office that killed lots of officers.” The Sheriff replied.
“It was the Nogitsune fault, not your son’s.”
“No, I believed that my son already had the dark thoughts, and it was the void that the Nogitsune needed to get Stiles possessed by it.” The Sheriff said his mind to the werewolf.
“What dark thoughts?” Derek asked, he hoped that he could see Stiles again.
“He had been dealing with lots of things since his mom died, I think that he still blames himself after his mom died.” The sheriff replied.
“Let me get this straight, you didn’t speak to your son since he was cured, let alone be there for him?” Derek asked as he looked at the Sheriff, and then he added, “How do you think that made Stiles feel about the whole situation? He didn’t ask to be possessed.”
“I know, but he has friends, he has the pack to help him,” the Sheriff tried to find a way to reason with the Hale.
“I sure hope so, I guess that I will be the one that will speak with Stiles, and I do hope to find him talking with his best friend.” With that Derek left the Sheriff.
John hoped that he did the right thing, even though seeing it from the Hale’s point of view, he knew that he had failed as a dad, and he truly hoped that McCall was there for his son, Stiles needs his best friend next to him, he didn’t know what filled the void now that the Nogitsune had left his son and his son was cured.
Before Derek even reached Stiles’ window the rough scent of metal reached to his nose, he didn’t even feel another werewolf with him, it seemed that Stiles was alone.
Derek hurried over, he was glad that the window was at least open as he jumped through, watching Stiles on the floor, his back leaning against the bed, and then he spotted the blood, and the razor that was next to him.
“Why did you do it?” Derek asked with a warm voice, trying to sound as if he was caring for him.
“I felt lonely, empty, I needed to feel something.” Stiles replied, letting his head sink back onto the cushion of the bed.
Derek hurried over to him, finding some clean cloth to clean the blood while he touched Stiles, he could take his pain, watching the teen with scrutinizing eyes; he noticed the black bags under his eyes, the pallor of the skin, he looked like the walking dead.
“Stiles, where’s the pack?” Derek asked, while making sure that Stiles’ hand was bandaged and looking at the empty hazel eyes.
“I don’t have a pack.” Stiles replied with no emotion in his voice.
“You are not alone, Stiles.” Derek tried to reassure the teen.
“Why are you here?” Stiles asked to avert his eyes from Derek.
“I was looking for you.”
“Why?”
“I missed your voice, who else would call me the big, bad wolf, again?” Derek teased him, offering him a smile.
“Did the demon possess you too?” Stiles looked at him as he asked the werewolf.
“No.” Derek replied.
“Where’s your best friend?” Derek asked as he looked at Stiles.
“He kicked me out, I’m a murderer, I killed Allison and Aiden and lots of people, I’m a monster, Derek.” Stiles replied, not even looking at the werewolf.
“You are not a monster; it wasn’t your fault.”
“Tell that to my dad and the pack, they had other ideas about it,” Stiles laughed at that, and added, “Did you know that my mom used to call me ‘Mischief’, I guess that I’m no better than a trickster, after all. The Nogitsune is a dark spirit, a trickster nonetheless, no wonder that it got me.”
“It wasn’t your fault; Barrow was the one that used Kira to release the dark spirit.” Derek told him, he was relieved that the blood was stopping, but the pain, he could still feel Stiles’ pain.
“Why are you really here?” Stiles asked, the werewolf was still there, taking care of him, he was the only one that came for him.
“I know that you are the one that figured out who was the one that started the fire at the Hale house, Stiles you are the smartest of all of us, you were the one that saved me, human or not, you are strong,” Derek replied and added, “I was worried about you, my wolf was calling for my mate, and I know that you are still young, but I want to woo you.”
“Me?” Stiles asked, seeming startled that Derek has an eye on him in the first place, he was no one from his perspective.
“Are you sure that you want to woo a monster?” Stiles asked, watching Derek’s green eyes.
“You are not a monster, and yes, I want to woo you,” Derek replied, cupping Stiles’ face.
He was tempted to kiss the teen, but didn’t know how Stiles would take it, he knew that he was underage.
“How are you going to woo me?” Stiles asked, and Derek could see the spark returning to the teen’s hazel eyes.
“Wait and see, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” Derek replied, placing a kiss on the Stiles’ pallor cheek.
“Okay.” Stiles replied, licking his lips.
“When was the last time that you ate something?” Derek asked as he could hear Stiles’ growling stomach.
“I don’t know, yesterday or the day before, why does it matter?” Stiles asked.
“You matter, Stiles,” Derek told him, and urged the teen to go and clean himself, as he added, “Come on, I heard that there is a new diner, I bet you want your curly fries.”
Stiles face lit up as he heard that, he hurried over to the bathroom, he knew that the werewolf was giving him hope, he didn’t believe that he deserved love, but he would take the chance with Derek, since his dad and his so-called best friend and the pack decided that he wasn’t good enough.
Once Stiles was back, looking refreshed, he told Derek, “You are paying.”
“Of course, I didn’t think otherwise.” Derek said with a smile as he leaned to kiss Stiles’ cheek, but it didn’t hit the mark as Stiles moved his head as Derek kissed him on his lips.
“That’s much better, now let’s go.” Stiles said, giving the other man a smile and followed the man toward the door.
The End!