Sterek Shorts

He's Gone

"No!" Stiles yelled. "You're lying to me! Where is he!? Where's Derek!?"

"Stiles...Derek's gone," Lydia said guiltily.

Stiles paced back and forth distraught. His vision was blurred by the tears as he panted heavily.

"Stiles maybe you want to sit-" Scott began to say.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!!" Stiles snapped.

Scott backed off, shocked at Stiles's tone. He'd be hugging him normally, not yelling at him.

"You couldn't even keep my husband alive! You are never telling me what to do!"

"Stiles," Noah interrupted. "They all fought as hard as they could. Derek sacrificed himself."

Stiles shook his head. His body trembled and his legs started to feel weak.

"Get out."

"Stiles..."

"Get out! All of you! Get out now!!" He shouted.

Everyone sent glances at each other before leaving the room. When the door closed, Stiles collapsed. He started to sob harshly.

"Why did you leave me," he cried. "You promised me!"

Stiles held his head in his hands as his tears flowed frequently. He kept saying little things as if Derek was with him now.

Eventually, Stiles lay sprawled out on the ground. His body was tired of carrying his weight, he just fell over.

The door opened. Melissa walked in and rushed to Stiles's side.

"Honey, I heard what happened."

She knelt by Stiles as his cries did nothing but grow. She rubbed his back gently.

"I can't do this without him...he was my everything. And now he's gone!" Stiles whined.

"I know, just let it out baby, let it out."

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Later

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Stiles had eventually calmed down. Noah helped Melissa move Stiles from the floor to the couch. He no longer was continuously crying but he did now and then.

Stiles held the blanket close to his nose. It smelt of Derek and it was his form of protection right now.

Derek had slept with it every night so that in the morning when he was gone, Stiles had something of his to keep. Besides all of the jackets and sweaters he had stolen.

The next couple of months were rough. Stiles barely went outside, visited family/the pack, or ate, or slept.

Stiles rejected taking a shower because he would no longer smell like Derek.

Melissa came over to fill the fridge and help clean up, but her visits became less frequent as time passed. Noah visits every weekend and brings out cold a meal.

The pack was forbidden from the house because Stiles was working on not blaming them. He knew deep down that it wasn't their fault but he needed someone to resent. Their enemy was killed along with Derek so he couldn't resent him that well. 

"Stiles, the pack is leaving. They said they'd be gone for a while," Noah told him.

Stiles nodded, staring into the distance at the picture from the wedding. Derek held him in his arms as they shimmed on the dance floor. They each wore the biggest, brightest, and truest smile.

"I've also decided that I won't visit you anymore."

Stiles looked at his dad quickly.

"You need to start taking care of yourself, go to a professional or something. You won't talk to us and you aren't eating."

Stiles slumped and nodded.

"I love you kid and I want to help you. I can't do anything if you don't let me. You need to start taking care of yourself and heal."

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Once Noah stopped visiting Stiles, he decided that he needs to do what he's been told. He's pushed everybody away, acting as if he was the only one affected by Derek's death.

Stiles finally took a damn shower. He changed into new clothes, along with one of Derek's sweaters. He started to clean.

Eventually, Stiles was in a clean house and seeking help. He set up appointments with a therapist online and went to meetings regularly.

Stiles got word from Melissa that the pack came home and that it was time for them to talk.

Stiles got into his jeep and drove over to her house. He waited in his jeep for a few minutes. He finally mustered the strength to get out and walk up to the front door.

He knocked and was met with Scott.

"Hey man...uhm, can I come in?" Stiles said nervously.

Scott pulled him into a strong hug. One that should've happened months ago.

"Everyone's in the living room," Scott said, pulling away.

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The talk went fairly well. There was some yelling, crying, laughter, and objects thrown around. No one was hurt though. Physically anyways.

Stiles and the pack agreed to mend their bond again, considering Stiles is one of them.

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"Stiles," Lydia started. "When we were away, we went looking for Derek."

"What?"

"Stiles...Derek's alive."

"Is this some prank?" Stiles scoffed. "If so, stop it right now."

"Now why would they pull me out of the devils ass just to prank you with a rotting corpse?" A voice said from behind.

Stiles spun around and nearly fainted when he saw his husband. Thankfully, Derek caught him. Stiles's hands shook as he reached to hold Derek's face.

"Are you real?" Stiles whispered.

"Kiss me and find out," Derek smiled.

Stiles wasted no time in kissing him.

"I thought I'd lost you," Stiles whined.

"I'd never let that happen."

Stiles hugged Derek's waist strongly. Derek hugged him back and planted a kiss on his head.

"I love you," he chuckled lightly.

"I love you too you bastard," Stiles responded, muffled by Derek's chest.