The Gift

Chapter 7

Seeing Scott so upset really hurt me, I felt so helpless like nothing I said to him would, or could ever be right. I just didn't know how to react, I could barely wrap my head around the fact that Stiles' father, the Sherriff, would abuse him. The way Scott just broke down in front of me, tears pouring down his face looking so broken, just made me want to cuddle him close and never let go.

I really needed to get my feelings for Scott in check before he found out, or I did something we would both regret later. I decided while Scott was upstairs talking to Stiles I would start dinner, Scott was bound to be hungry he hadn't eaten anything all day.

I decided on spaghetti knowing it was Scott's favorite, and that was so not creepy. While the noodles were boiling I heard Scott making his way down the stairs talking to Derek on the phone.

"Hi Derek, this is Scott, I just wanted to let you know Stiles is here cause he had some problems at home and he was hoping you could come over when you had time cause he wanted to talk to you." Isaac heard Scott say seeing him walk into the kitchen. "Okay. Thanks man. I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Derek is coming over?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes he is." Scott smiled, "Stiles has decided he is ready to get help, he's ready to leave that hell hole."

"That's fabulous!" I reached to hug Scott.

"So what's cooking good looking?" Scott asked winking at me, his flirtacious self obviously back now that he knew his friend would be getting help.

"Spaghetti and Ciabatta bread." I smiled back at Scott.

"My favorite." Scott grinned.

"If it's your favorite I spose I should get back to cooking don't you think?" I said looking at Scott smiling at me.

"You're already so domesticated, already cooking for me, its like we're married and you're my housewife." Scott said smirking at me.

I looked at Scott completely baffled. "What did you just say?!"

Clearing his throat Scott spoke a little louder, "I said that you are already domesticated and its like you're my housewife."

I punched Scott's arm, "I beg to differ. If anyone is domesticated here it is you, Scott.

"Oh. No. No. No. I am so not the domesticated one you are cooking me dinner ya goof. You are the domesticated one." Scott said looking rather smug.

I got ready to continue our argument when suddenly the doorbell rang. "That must be Derek, i'll go get the door and take him up to Stiles; you finsh dinner." Scott moved to go answer the door, taking Derek up the stairs to the guest room.

While Scott was upstairs i drained the noodles and began to mix the noodles and the sauce. Dishing spaghetti onto two plates one for me and one for Scott. Scott walked down the steps, "Should I fix Derek and Stiles a plate or leave them to talk?"

Scott sat down at the table, "You probably shouldn't worry about it, they're in the middle of a long discussion."

I nodded moving to set our plates on the table, sitting down beside Scott. "So, how do you think their discussion is going to go? I mean do you really think Stiles is going to tell Derek the whole truth, like everything , and let us finally help him?"

"I really think so, I think we finally got through to Stiles this time; I think this was the wake up call he needed." Scott swirled the spaghetti around his fork. When suddenly we heard Derek yelling from upstairs.

We abandoned our spaghetti to go upstairs and see exactly why Derek and Stiles were both yelling now. We could hear Derek yelling, "I can't believe you never told me before, how dare you not say anything, I could have helped you; you could have come to live with me! How did I not notice before, how could you just keep this from me Stiles? I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me."

We rushed in the room to see Stiles sitting on the bed full on crying and Derek pacing the room a tear sliding down his cheek that he quickly wiped away.

"Derek, I just didn't want to bother you, I-" Stiles started off only to be cut off by Derek. "What Stiles? You didn't want to 'bother' me with your problems. Stiles, honey, i've told you; you're problems are my problems. I am here for you. You're my mate and you couldn't get rid of me even if you wanted to. I'm here for the good times, and especially when you need me during the bad times. I. Am. Here. For. You. I love you, and I know I don't say it that often; but I really do love you Stiles, you mean everything to me and without you I would die. My life would be absolutely nothing without you, baby. You are my world."

Stiles looked at Derek, tears streaming down his face, "I love you too, Derek. So much, I have never loved someone half as much as I love you Derek. Without you in my life I don't know what I would do. I would be absolutely nothing if I didn't have you, Derek."

Looking at Derek and Stiles sitting on the guest bed cuddled together hearing whispers of 'I love you' made me think more; about how much I wanted a love like theirs. A love that was so pure, so unconditional, so lifelong.

Looking at Scott, I wondered, would I ever find that person? The person who made my life worth living, the person I wanted to spend my forever with. Or had I already found that person and I just hadn't told them yet.