Covet // Sterek

19 // His broken home

This is going to be all about Stiles. There will be flashbacks, quite possibly sad ones.

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­­Stiles was in the station on his own. He'd fallen asleep doing paperwork, his face pressed to the case file. Clarke had left the station keys on the desk, in front of him, leaving him to sleep.

When he woke up, the feeling of loneliness wasn't unrecognisable. He'd felt it a million times, almost every day of his adult life. He checked his clocked, seeing the two hands pointing to 11. He sighed getting up and stretching. He could hear Peter snoring in the holding cell and rolled his eyes.

His eyes caught sight of a picture of Derek. Derek's case file had been left on the edge of his desk. He picked it up, flipping each page so he could see the photo better. He felt his lips curve into a small smile, Derek always had that effect on him. His mind travelled to when Derek left.

Derek looked at Stiles longingly. If he spoke up now, he wouldn't leave but Stiles stayed quiet. Derek took a sharp breath announcing his goodbyes, Stiles looked away, muttering a bye as his chest began to stop cooperating.

As Derek's car pulled away, he grabbed Scott's arm tightly, attempting not to draw attention as his lung began to snatch air in hungrily, causing Stiles vision to blur. Scott looked down at him, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"We should get going." Malia announced, making Stiles breathing increase. Scott held his shoulders, looking in his glassy brown eyes, he could tell by the uncontrolled breathing and staggering, this was a panic attack.

"You all get into the car, I want to talk to Stiles alone." Scott explained, pulling Stiles away and behind a wall. Scott pressed Stiles to the wall, telling him to breathe. Stiles shook his head. He didn't want to anymore, if it meant he couldn't have Derek.

"Is this because Derek has left?" Stiles felt himself nod, Scott looked at his best friend who'd began crying, tears smashing to the ground as his knees began to weaken. Scott caught him before he fell into a heap of hopelessness on the floor.

"Stiles, stop. You have Malia." This made Stiles cry harder, him and Malia had been fighting a lot recently and it had added to his stress. Stiles shook his head, feeling as though the walls of his mind were closing in on him. He felt like his heart was collapsing and he didn't want to live if it meant he hurt like this. Scott could only hold his friend as he finally passed out, in his arms.

"Stiles?" Scott cried shaking him, he didn't wake up. Scott carried him back to the car, trying to find his inhaler in the glove box.

"What's wrong with him?" Malia asked, not attempting to move from her place in the back of the jeep. Scott finally found it, pressing it to Stiles' mouth and squeezing it down. Stiles began breathing and gasping before he opened his eyes and sat up right. Scott pulled him into a hug. Malia put her hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. He just gave a weak smile, brushing his hand through his hair, he looked at Scott, giving him a look that told him not to say anything.

And that was the last Scott heard about Derek from his hurting best friend.

Stiles didn't realise he was crying until one tear landed on the paper below him. He'd never felt so strongly about Derek before, it took him by surprise and to this day, it was one of his worst memories. He then began thinking about Malia, wondering how she was these days, did she have kids? Was she even still alive?

Stiles heard a knock at his window, he hadn't been sleeping since Derek left, he jumped from his bed, turning to the window and forcing himself not to frown when he saw Malia and not Derek. Derek never knocked at the window, why would he now? He lifted it open, feeling Malia's warm body collide with his cold one.