It Takes Three To Tango (TW&TVD FanFic)

The Sour Stiles

From the moment Caroline stepped into her house she could feel something was up with Stiles. She didn't even have to look at him to know, but when she did it just confirmed her suspicions. Gripping his wrist she stopped him from walking ahead.

"Stiles - " Stiles flinched when she said his name. Looking over at Derek they both shared a concerned look.

Derek made his way over and cupped the back of Stiles neck. Caroline's hand intertwined with Stiles right hand.

"Shit, I know you are probably feeling like crap and I don't want to add to that. I  just cant help feeling this way" Stiles kept his eyes cast down onto the floor. Untangling their hands, Caroline got close enough for their shoes to touch and cupped both his cheeks.

"Hey now, none of that. I am better knowing that my mom will be okay. I'm not okay with how you are feeling right now. Please talk to us" Stiles hand came to lightly take hold of her wrist, with his thumb caressing her hand. He placed his other hand on Derek's hip. Derek maneuvered around till he was face to face with both of his mates. Stiles took a deep breathe, but did not say anything.

Squeezing his neck Derek brought them closer to him. Stiles and Caroline could feel the heat of Derek's body. Looking towards Caroline, Derek knew she felt the same way as he did. As he was about to speak, Stiles interrupted him.

"Look-- I know what this sounds like. I never wanted to give you the wrong impression until I was absolutely certain of my actions. I was never really keen on being a werewolf, but I seriously can't take feeling this way anymore. Derek, please, I can't -" Stiles was cut off by Derek basically ramming into him and gripping him tight. Stiles arms wrapped around Derek's waist, his hands gripping his leather jacket.

"Stiles. What is it?" Derek let his worry shine through his question.

Breaking away from his mates, Stiles headed to the couch to take a seat.   His thoughts were swimming quickly in his mind, and he wasn't sure how to express the way he was feeling.   With Caroline and Derek taking a seat next to him, he knew he owed it to them to try and talk. 

Taking a deep breath in, then a slow exhale out he began.  "I wish I was here to protect you."  He simply said, while squeezing Caroline's hand.

"Stiles, it's okay.  Derek did everything he could, and we weren't expecting Klaus to be here."  Caroline gave him a small smile.

"That's just it.  Derek was here, and I wasn't.  I'd love to be able to protect you two for once."  Stiles stood up quickly, and started to pace.   He was now afraid Derek would take it all the wrong way.

"Stiles -" Derek wasn't sure what to say. He never knew how bad Stiles thought about not being able to help, well in the physical way. And seeing Stiles pace in front of him, in his state, was like a knife to the gut.

"Hey why don't we rest for a bit? It has been a very long night and I think we need it" softly Caroline's voice swam around them. Pulling back they both agreed with her. Smiling, she walked over to them and grabbed both of their hands. Caroline directed them to her room backwards without any problems. It was pretty awesome and Stiles couldn't help but give a small smile.