Sterek One Shots

My Sourwolf

  Though everyone was rather confused on why Derek ran away, they figured he was just letting them be because they would be mourning the strayed pack member. Everyone in the pact was feeling the absence of the loud mouth, clumsy boy. Stiles was killed in the battle against the All Alpha pack. The Pack was feeling touchy towards Scott, the all know he was feeling it the blunt of it. They didn't know how they were going to tell the Sheriff.   

    As Derek ran through the forest, disoriented, on his way to his loft, he hears the mournful howls of his pack mates. The loss of one of his own pack members sets deep within his heart. Derek might be a giant dick to his pack, being the Alpha, and he also seems like he doesn't care but he has a heart. He cares about every single one of his pack members, even the human. 

   Stiles had his care and his love for the past three years. The sarcastic, smart, messy teen was everything to Derek. Some may even say Stiles was the Luna of his pack, or the pack mom as the beta's jokingly called him. But no one knew he had deep feelings for the kid. No one knew he loved Stiles, that Stiles was his mate. He felt the loss of his pack member more than even his best friend, Scott. His mate had been killed nearly 2 hours ago and Derek was feeling the dread fast and hard. He needed to be left alone with all he had left of his mate, his memories and Stiles' smell. 

    As soon as Derek opened the door to his loft he smelt Stiles. The peaches and creme with the slight hit of adderall smell, that was his crazy mate. That was. Derek began his mourning howl for the loss of his mate before he was in hysterics.  He was so long gone in his break down he thought  he was seeing and hearing things.

  "It's okay, Sourwolf. I get it, I'm the weak human. I can't do anything right, blah blah. I'm not a wolf. Save the speech will you. I'll be fine! Let me help! Let me do this for the pack!" Stiles was yelling back at Derek in the living space in his loft. After he told Stiles he couldn't help with his plans on taking out the Alpha pack.

  "I said No, Stiles!" Derek had roared back at him. He didn't want his mate to get hurt doing his plan even though he knew Stiles would do it anyway. Stiles was set on helping the pack as much as he possibly could. He'd go to the end of the world for his pack. He was quite literally the mother hen.

  Derek cried harder as he watched the dream like scene play out in front of him. He watched Stiles stomp right through him and disappear somewhere down the hall. The next scene he thought was a memory but really was Stiles' ghost talking to him made everything so much harder for him.

  Stiles had walked into the loft searching for something. He didn't know what he was looking for but he felt right being there. He felt as though everything he needed to move on was right in front of him, only waiting to be set into motion. He saw Derek on his knees just inside of the loft. Derek was repeating his name over and over as he cried, it made stiles' heart hurt to watch Derek break. 

  "Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. Why was it you?" Derek repeated it over and over only adding in an "I love you, so much," every now and again. Stiles had walked to stand in front of the man he was deeply in love with. He bent down at the waist to speak to him with a hand on his shoulder. Derek felt the cool wind and slight pressure on his shoulder as Stiles did it.

 "It's okay Sourwolf. Everything is all going to be okay. I'm alright." He spoke softly to his big fluffy sourwolf. He softly rubbed down his arm pulling Derek up by his wrist. "Come on, you have to get up Sourwolf. You can't sit on the floor all day." 

  "Stiles?" Derek whispered to the wind as he looked around and saw nothing. All he could feel was his heart break more as he realized it must have all been a dream. Stiles wasn't really there at all. He was must just be hearing things. He sat on his black leather couch with a tear stained face. Stiles knelt in front of him putting his hands on Derek's scruffy cheeks.

 "Sourwolf. Come on, you were always My Sourwolf," Stiles smiled sadly at him even though he couldn't see him. He rubbed Derek's cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me that you loved me before?" He questioned him. 

  "Stiles? Why can I hear you? Why can I feel your touch? Why can't I see you? Why did it have to be you? Why didn't you listen to me? This one time!" Derek pondered to himself even though Stiles was right in front of him hearing every word he spoke. "Why was I such a coward towards my feelings for you? I love you Stiles!" Derek yelled with tears in his eyes, again, to the universe hoping somewhere, wherever his mate was would hear his call. 

  "Derek," Stiles started as he too had tears in his eyes now. "I love you too, Sourwolf," Stiles replied back to him. wishes he did listen to Derek this one time. Then maybe, just maybe, he would have been able to tell Derek how he truly felt in person. Stiles moved to sit beside Derek and stayed with him on the couch all night.

 For the next long while, wherever Derek went, he could smell Stiles or hear his faint laughs when the pack did something funny or messed up. He would always get the feeling like someone was watching him or that someone was near him. He'd feel the cold spots Stiles' ghost made when he was near. Stiles never left Derek after that night. The only time he was ever away from Derek was when his dad was having a hard time coping with losing both his wife and his son in a short amount of time. But he had to be absolutely sure Derek was okay first.