You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 34

Stiles' POV

"I think we better rejoin the group." I sigh, wiggling free from Derek's embrace. His neck has healed but the scar is visible and I can feel the approval from my fox at the sight of it.

"I guess so- I suspect your Dad'll want to go home soon" Derek murmurs sleepily as he stretches out on the rug, but I stop short.

"Der... what if he wants me to go back home with him?" I ask, catching Derek's attention almost immediately.

"Why would he..." he trails off as realisation hits him.

"I was only staying here because he was working so much and that was because of the murders..."

"Yes, but we don't know for sure if those pair of psychos killed the others. So it wouldn't make sense for you to leave yet." I visibly flinch at his final word. The implication of it is enough to make me feel sick

"I won't leave." I state, a firmness in my voice that I've not heard for some time; it sounds like the old me, from before everything. There's a knock at the door and Derek and I both turn as it creaks open to reveal my Dad poking his head through.

"Oh good you're decent" he quips, letting himself in and he moves across the room and sits on the sofa. "I want to talk to you" he begins, eyeing us both expectantly and Derek shuffles from the floor and leans against his desk, I stay on the rug and motion for him to continue. "Well, Deputy Forbes has radioed in from the station. They searched the police cruiser and found a body in the trunk, one of the missing persons we've had. It's looking like they were the murderers we've been looking for." I look back at Derek, feeling his dread, feeling my own, because yes, it's awful what has happened to these innocent people, but this also means I'll have to leave. I'll have to go back with my Dad.

"At least they're gone now and they can't hurt anyone else." Derek mumbles, filling the silence and I nod in agreement, because he's not wrong about that.

"I'm going to head off, I just wanted to let you know." My Dad smiles at Derek and the urge to cry is overwhelming.

"I'll come with you" I sigh, feeling every fibre in my being cringe at the words and my Dad frowns but nods in agreement. "I'll wait for you in the car then- see you later Derek." He tells us and I watch him wonder away.

"Fuck" Derek snarls and when I turn to him his eyes are red and his body rigid. I throw myself into his arms and whine. I actually whine, which only makes us hold on tighter.

"I won't be at school tomorrow. I'll come back first thing in the morning." I tell him but knowing it's not as reassuring as it should be.

"Go. Go now before I do something I regret." Derek growls and he forces himself away from, back turned so that he doesn't have to look at my face. I do as he says, I rush outside towards my dad's car and hop in the passenger seat, leaving everything behind. I'll be back tomorrow.

"Hey kiddo, ready?" My Dad asks and I only nod, unable to get the words out. As the car pulls away an ache builds in my chest and the further from Derek we go the larger the ache becomes.

...

It's been three hours. Dad got us pizza and we watched James Bond: Skyfall and it was nice to spend time with him and for a while it made me forget. But now I'm in my bed and I'm alone and it doesn't even feel like home here anymore. Not without Derek. Clink...clink... the noise resonates through my room, distracting me. I sit up in bed, searching out its source. Clink... tap-tap-

"Stiles!" I jump as a figure emerges outside my window, a shadow in the darkness. Without thinking I grab my lacrosse stick and aim it at the window threateningly. "It's me!" A voice grumbles and a warmth spreads through my body from head to toe. It's him. It's Derek! I flick on the bedside light and sure enough he's sat in the rain, soaked through, waiting for me to open up the window.