Almost Is Never Enough (Sterek) *book one*

Chapter Five

**A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a while! I've been really into watching Game of Thrones. I just started watching it and am on Season Two. All hail the Mother of Dragons!

On a different note, not sure I want to keep going with this story. Who knows right? Is it really that good? Feedback is a tad bit encouraging people!

Well anyways I give you some very weird Sterek fluff! Enjoy!**

Finding Derek was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Wait no, I'm suppose to be liking for Scott. But then again finding Derek could lead me to finding Scott. Then I realized something. I had no way of finding him.

I ran to my car and got inside. Turning over the engine I decided to go to the only destination I could think of. I drove straight to the burned up place that Derek loves to run off to.

Once I got there I turned off the car and waited in the darkness. I looked at the time, weariness falling over me. It read twelve forty seven. At least that's what I thought it said because my eye lids were betraying me, growing heavier and heavier.

"Stiles, Stiles wake up." Someone whispered in my ear. I felt a slight tug on my shirt but ignored it. I was so comfortable, I didn't want to move.

"Come on Stiles you seriously can't stay here." The voice said again.

I groaned out loud and opened my eyes to see the annoying person. At first he was a tad blurry but eventually Derek came into full view. I frowned at him.

"Why did you wake me?" I asked him, looking him up and down. My eyes rested on this spot near his hands.

"Is that blood?!" I asked, my eyes growing wide. "Oh my gosh, did you kill Scott!" I asked in horror. Then I punched him in the face.

He gave me one of his killer looks but he seemed unfazed. My hand however was in so much pain. I bit the side of my cheeks to cover it up.

"You do know I did nothing to Scott right?"

"There's blood near your hands!" I yelled at him.

"I saved Scott!" He protested.

"How can I be so sure?"

"Text him and ask for yourself." He said, leaning back.

That was when I took in my surroundings. I was in this dimly lit room, only candles emitting any light. I felt down and realized I was sitting on this bed. It seemed recently brought though not brand new.

"This your room?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you seem surprised." He said.

"Well, it's just, I thought..."

"That I slept on the floor like a dog or something?" His eyebrows perked up with the question.

"Noooooo," I lied, swatting him away as I reached for my phone. I texted Scott, biting my lip just for a response. When there was nothing, I kept hitting the exclamation point and send.

"He's not responding!" I growled, looking at Derek with hate laced eyes.

"I'm telling you I didn't,"

My phone went off with a text from Scott.

From: Scott

I'm sleeping. Is it important?

So I decided to text him back.

To: Scott

Just making sure you made it back.