Teen Wolf/ One Shots (REQUESTS OPEN)

Random one-shot

(This story is placed during season 3 after Scott asks Stiles how much pain he's in and then completely ignores him to take a call from Kira.)

Stiles sat there his temperature continuing to drop at an alarmingly fast rate. But he was fine; that's what he kept telling himself.

In reality he was not fine.

His temperature was dropping to an unhealthy level of coldness. The horrible pain was spreading across his body making it feel like millions of tiny needles were jabbed into his body; injecting fire and poison into his veins.
He felt like he was dying.

He looked like he was dying too. He was pale, skinny, and his lifeless looking eyes were surrounded by dark bags. He knew that he probably wouldn't survive much longer.

Stiles knew what he had to do. Before he died he wanted to talk to Derek. The man that constantly threatened to rip his throat out. With his teeth. The one who had saved his life countless times. The one who's smile melted Stiles' heart. The man who deserved so much more than the tragedy he was given.

Stiles needed to talk to some one who made him truly happy. He grabbed the phone as quickly as possible because movement only made the pain worsen. Clicking on Derek's number was a bit difficult. Would the grumpy Sourwolf even answer? If he did would he even talk to Stiles?

No. Stiles thought. I need to tell him.

So he pressed on it and the phone started ringing.

•—:—:—:—•

Derek sat in silence reading on the couch in his loft when the phone started ringing. When he saw the caller ID his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why, but he had begun to have feelings for the spastic teen. Stiles brave heart and soul melting smile made him want to howl to the moon.

He picked up the phone.
"Hey Stiles. What's up?" He said trying to sound as normal as possible. After not receiving a response Derek started to worry.

"Stiles are you there...?" Then he heard a light chuckle.

"Hey Sourwolf..." Stiles said in a small voice.

"Stiles what's wrong?! Are you ok???" He questioned immediately.

"D-don't worry Sourwolf I'm f-fine." At this point Derek could practically smell the lie through the the phone.

"Stiles don't lie to me,"
he said in a soft voice, "please tell me what's wrong."

"I think I'm dying Derek." Stiles whispered in a broken voice. That's the exact moment Derek's heart shattered. Stiles, the strong willed, sarcastic, stubborn teen, sounded like he had already given up.

After being silent for a moment Derek replied in a stern voice, "Stiles where are you?"

Stiles POV
Stiles could already hear Derek getting up.
"Derek please stop and just listen." After he said that there was a pause of movement. "I'm at Scotts."

"Don't worry Stiles I'm coming to get you."

And with that the line went dead. Suddenly the pain increased majorly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.

•—:—:—:—•

Derek arrived at Scott's house around 20 minutes after ending the call. He went to the front but it was locked. He didn't have time to deal with that so he just broke it down causing the alarms to go off, but he didn't care. He ran all over the house to find Stiles. He found him barely conscious and huddling in on himself trying to retain some warmth.
He was so pale.
He looked dead.

He walked closer almost not believing his eyes.

"Stiles...?" He croaked.
The boy looked up slightly and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"H-hey S-sourwolf," Stiles said barely above a whisper.
"Could you come over here please?" He sounded so broken. Derek walked over to him.
"Thank you for being here Derek."

"Why? Why did you call me of all people?" Derek questioned eyes glossing over with tears.
"Derek, it's a strange request, but can I have a hug?" Without a second thought Derek scooped the broken boy up in a hug. He'd been longing to do this for so long. That's when he noticed how cold Stiles was.
While still in the hugging position Stiles asked, "Derek can I tell you a secret?" He pushed away from Derek slightly. He had a few tears streaming down his face, yet he was smiling.

"Derek I love you." That was it. Stiles heart beat slowed as his eyes closed. He was gone.

And that's when Derek lost it. He was crying hysterically now. Trying to wake stiles up. Telling him that he loved him too.

Stiles Stillinski was dead.