White House Down (Sterek)

Chapter 8

Derek's POV

I sighed as I packed my stuff up, managing to fit it all into one suitcase. I picked up the suitcase and walked out the door of the White House. I went down the hall and into the lobby. The president was standing there. He shook my hand and thanked me for my service. I heard footsteps and turned to see Stiles standing there. 

"What's going on?" He asked as he walked towards me. "Where are you going?"

"I got assigned to a new post," I said, sighing sadly. I had dreaded this part the most. As I expected, Stiles' eyes filled with tears and he starts crying. I went to his side and hugged him, pulling his head into my chest. "Hey, hey, it's ok," I said. "Please don't cry Stiles. It'll be ok." 

After a few minutes, Stiles finally gained composure. "I don't want you to go," he said.

"I don't have a choice," I explained. "They send you where you're needed and I'm needed in California right now."

"California?" Stiles groaned. "But it's so far away. I'll never get to see you then."

"I know," I said. I sighed as I mentally prepared myself for what was probably going to be my end all. "Stiles, whatever we have, it needs to go away. I want you to forget about me and move on. I can't drag you around with me because the life I'm living wasn't meant for you. So go be happy, fall in love, do something amazing. Because I know you have it in you." I leaned forward and kissed him softly before pulling away. Stiles opens his mouth to speak, to try and convince me to stay but I gently put a hand up. I turned and walked out the door. I tried not to look back but couldn't help it. I turned and saw Stiles' heartbroken look in the window and it took all of my will power not to drop my suitcase and run inside to him.

I drove to the airport and sat in a seat, waiting for my plane to arrive. I took out a book to try and distract myself but every time I blinked, I saw Stiles' hurt look. I realized the book wasn't helping so I went to the vending machine. I was scanning the food when I saw Stiles' name on one of the packages. I quickly zoned in on it and realized it only said salt. I shook my head and bought pretzels. 

Once I was able to board the plane, I took out my phone. I started going through my photos and noticed there was some of me and Stiles over the past few weeks that we had spent together. I quickly started deleting them until I came to one. He was kissing my cheek and my face was red. I saved that one before putting my phone down and trying to sleep. 

I dreamt Stiles was married and I was invited to his wedding. He was standing up at the podium with a man that looked an awful lot like someone I knew. The man turned and I realized it was Chris. In an instant, I was on my feet and running towards Stiles. I had to save him, had to warn him. Then, the whole scene disappeared and instead it was me standing across from Stiles.

"I do," he said to me. He looked at me, waiting for me to say the same. 

"I can't Stiles," I said and he ran away. I tried to chase him but tripped and fell. I somehow hit the spot where I had gotten shot and it started bleeding hard again. I screamed in pain and woke up. I looked around the plane and noticed that no one had been paying any attention to me. I put a hand on my chest to try and calm my breathing. After a minute, I sighed and took out my book again, reading until the plane stopped.

I got off the plane and got in a taxi, going to the address of the house the military had stationed me at. I was in charge of watching a rich family there. Honestly, I didn't want to be here with these people. I just wanted to be back at the White House, with Stiles. Whom I had broken up with. I put my head in my hands as I forced myself to accept the fact that the only guy I ever had feelings for was gone and was probably going to be happier and better off without me.

I met the family I was in charge of. They were nice, offering me food after my long journey but I politely declined, claiming I needed rest and had paper work. I went to the cottage where I would be staying while I was here. It was tiny and quaint. My room reminded me of Stiles' room and I told myself that I would have to repaint that as soon as possible. I lived right on the beach so if I looked out my window, I could see it and on my off days, even walk there.

A Few Weeks Later

Work moved by easily. I felt like I was only posted there because everyone else thought the position was boring. On Tuesday, I decided that I was going to take the day off and go to the beach. I packed a basket, chair, and book and walked down. I propped my chair up near one of public chairs that were left on the beach, that way I could rest my feet on the other one. I was halfway through my book when I heard someone talking. I looked up to see a guy with a hood on and glasses that covered his face. I was immediately on alert.

"Is this chair taken?" He asked, pointing at the seat. I shook my head and moved my feet. I assumed he would drag it off to wherever he wanted to but instead he plops down in it and takes out his phone. He starts playing. I blinked, slightly weirded out but went back to my book. It took me a few minutes, but I realized I recognized this kid, whoever it was. I finally put my book down and scrutinized him. He had brown hair, or the part that I could see through the hood was brown. He wasn't extremely muscular or really tall. He was wearing converse and was typing away on his phone quickly. I leaned forward and got a good look. I gasped and that caused him to look up. It couldn't be. There was no way. 

"Stiles?" I asked.

The End

Just Kidding....

A/N

Hello everyone! I am very sorry that I did not update. I didn't have access to a laptop or internet all summer. I finally got a hold of one. I hope that you guys like this because there is only ONE more chapter left of this book. I'm thinking that maybe I could write a Scisaac book because honestly, I really like that ship too! Let me know what you think and thank you so much to those who have managed to stay with me! You guys mean the world to me!! <3 <3

Love,

Taylor

Word Count: 1111 :)