Leave Me In Ruins

Too much alcohol

The room swayed around Stiles as he made his way to the bar. Perhaps he didn't need a third drink. He tried to blink the double vision from his eyes but it didn't fade.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked, a tired smile on his face.

"Umm." Stiles grabbed for the bar, trying to steady himself.

"I think you've had enough."

Stiles felt a hand touch his lower back. He turned to see Derek standing beside him.

Anger washed over him, replaced immediately by worry. "Derek, what are you doing here?"

"Come on." Derek wrapped his arm gently around Stiles' lower back and led him towards the exit.

"I should tell Adrian I'm leaving."

Derek's grip tightened on Stiles' waist. "Text him later."

Stiles was about to object when his stomach rolled. He would just text him.

Derek carefully led Stiles down the stairs and back through the loud room and to the parking lot.

"Did you drive? 'Cause I don't think I should." Stiles leaned into Derek's side.

"I think you could use the fresh air. Why don't we take a walk, let you sober up." Derek gestured to the woods.

Stiles raised a brow at Derek but didn't object. Maybe he wanted to be alone. He'd never had sex in the woods before and honestly, that was a disappointing realization.

"Wait, why did you come here?" Stiles pulled back from Derek to see his face. If something was wrong he would have said something.

Derek frowned. "What do you mean?"

"If there's no emergency then why were you here? Were you checking up on me?" Stiles crossed his arms, the anger evident in his tone.

Derek glanced at the club behind them. "Of course not." His tone was soft.

"Then why?"

"Take a walk with me?"

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Stiles asked, not moving. He ignored the roll of his stomach.

"I promise." Derek held a hand out for Stiles to take.

Stiles once again tried to blink the alcohol vision away, but to no avail. He took Derek's hand and let him lead them into the woods.

"So what's this about?" Stiles asked after a few moments of silent traipsing through the underbrush. Stiles had a hard time navigating the woods sober in full daylight much less drunk and in pitch black.

Derek didn't respond.

Stiles stopped walking, forcing Derek to as well.

Derek sighed, looking at Stiles wistfully. "You already know."

"No, I don't."

Derek glanced behind them, the bar now out of sight. Nothing but woods surrounded them.

"Is it cause you don't like Adrian? 'Cause, this wasn't a date. I told you it was just friends. Morgan, Angela, and Danny were there too." Stiles waved a hand, wavering in place with the motion.

"I just don't want to lose you," Derek said, brushing a thumb along Stiles' jaw.

Stiles took a half step back. He couldn't be sure if his alcohol-addled brain was deciphering Derek's words properly. "Lose me?" he repeated in question.

"Yes. I don't want to lose you to him." Derek stepped forward, his thumb finding Stiles' face again.

Stiles' tongue swiped out along his bottom lip. What was Derek saying? They'd agreed that all they had to do was say the word and this would be over. Was Derek saying he didn't ever want this to be over?