I Will Rescue You.

Stiles heart breaks. That sounds cliché, he knows it does. He felt it break; hell, he heard it break into a thousand tiny pieces – falling onto the floor – shards sharp and bloody. Stiles can't hear what else Scott – his best friend in the whole wide world is saying. Blood is rushing in his ears like he's underwater; like he's drowning; and he can't seem to resurface. All he can really focus on is "Derek is dead." It just keeps playing in his mind repeatedly.

Derekisdead. Derekisdead. Derekisdead. Derekisfuckingdead!

He has his own fires to put out here in Washington D.C (as his father loves putting it). He is a real freaking F.B.I agent! He survived the horrors his teenage years brought him; he made it. He survived.

He just always thought Derek would survive whatever this bullshit life threw at him because he always did! He always came out standing somehow.

Stiles walks out of the big fancy building on autopilot, genuinely not feeling anything – he feels absolutely nothing right now, he feels numb – like this is a sick nightmare he cannot wake up from.

He gets to the parking area and climbs into the overly huge black SUV. He peels out of the lot and drives. He's going back home – back to Beacon Hills. He has to save Derek. He has to save the man he loves. Not just for his sake, but the sake of their son as well. 

He sends a text to the group chat Cora had so helpfully made when Stiles and Derek got their heads out of their asses (Cora's words).

To Pack: SOS! Headed to Beacon Hills...

From Theo: Why? What's going on?

From Cor: You can't just say "SOS" and not explain, Stilinski!

From Isaac: Something bad happened.. didn't it?

To Pack: Derek's dead.

That's all they needed to hear. Theo runs out to his car without a second thought, peeling out onto the road. Hopefully no cops are around. He might just rip their heads off.

Cora and Isaac's heart sank to their stomach's. They catch the next flight out.

~~

When Stiles arrives to Beacon Hills he heads straight to his father's house. He hasn't seen him in years. He regrets that, he does. He pulls up within twenty minutes. The cruiser is in the drive so his father is obviously home already. He parks in the drive and wipes his hands on his kakis. Here goes nothing.

Stiles doesn't knock, he walks in and everything is just the same as when he left all those years ago. He drops his keys on the table beside the door and shouts "dad, are you here?"

Within seconds he hears the tell - tell of a wooden chair scraping against the dinning room floor and a moment later his father emerges. He looks warn down - like he has not had a good night sleep in months. And maybe he hasn't. "Stiles." He engulfs his boy in a soul crushing hug. And Stiles embraces his father back just as tightly. He missed his father the most.

When they pull back they both have tears in their eyes. "I missed you, kid."

Stiles laughs a watery laugh "I missed you too, dad."

Those tears spilled from his eyes like a damn being open. He couldn't stop them even if he tried. Stiles hasn't been able to just stop and think about what has happened. He had to stay focused to get back home in one piece. He couldn't leave his dad or son alone if he can't - if he - "Derek's gone dad. He's gone."

"Ah hell." Noah leads his son to the couch. Stiles not letting his grip loosen even for a second. Like Noah would vanish if he lets go. "I'm sorry, Stiles." He whispers gently as he rubs his son's back. "It's going to be okay."