Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Weakness part 2(Sterek)

Derek's ears perked at the sound of Stiles' jeep. Derek stood and looked out the window to see that Stiles had driven himself. Derek's heart raced at the sight of him. It had been three days since the Dryad attack. Deaton had explained that Galavant had been after Deaton for several years. Dryad's also kept emissaries and Galavant had lost his many years back. Deaton had refused to leave Talia for Galavant and had angered the Dryad. Derek assured him that if the others ever returned the pack would be there to protect Deaton.

Derek had visited Stiles in the hospital. His wrist had been broken and he had a stab wound in his shoulder. The human had been asleep when Derek visited, much to his relief. He'd managed to keep up with him through Isaac after that, not having the gall to see Stiles after what had been said.

Derek was honestly surprised that it had taken Stiles three days to show up at his loft. He'd expected him almost immediately. Derek assumed it was because what Stiles had to say wasn't going to be pleasant.

Derek waiting for Stiles' knock on his door. He considered, for a brief moment, not answering, but he couldn't do that. Three days of not knowing what Stiles was thinking drove him crazy enough.

Derek pulled open the large door to see Stiles looking normal as ever. His wrist was in a brace, but other than that, he looked unharmed. Derek let out a small sigh. He'd hated seeing Stiles hurt.

"Hey," Stiles bite down on his lower lip.

"Are you okay?" Was the first thing to come out of Derek's mouth.

"Yeah, it's just a small fracture, thankfully. Dryad's don't have werewolf strength so that helps," Stiles chuckled obviously trying to keep the mood light.

"And your shoulder?" Derek asked, glancing at where the knife had been pressed into the human. Derek's stomach churned at the memory.

"It's tender, but no lasting damage," Stiles said shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Derek only nodded, a solemn look on his face. He wanted to fix it, to apologize, but he knew nothing he could say would undo the damage.

"I was wondering if we could talk," Stiles asked warily. His scent went from slightly uncomfortable to full anxiety in a second.

Derek moved allowing Stiles in. He really didn't want to have this conversation.

"I'm sorry that you were put in that position, and..." Stiles trailed off his eyes lingering on the toes of his converse, "I'm sorry I'm such a liability."

Derek's head snapped towards Stiles then, "No, you're not a liability," Derek demanded.

"That's what weaknesses are, liabilities," Stiles disagreed.

"Kryptonite," Derek said then, "Kryptonite was Superman's weakness, how was that a liability?" Derek knew it was a pathetic attempt to argue his point, but Stiles liked superman.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Superman's weakness wasn't Kryptonite, that was just his wolfsbane. Lois Lane was his weakness."

Derek frowned. He should have known better than to use a subject Stiles new more about to prove his point.

"Look, Derek, you can't...you can't be willing to lose the pack over me, that's..." Stiles looked away.

Derek tried to read his emotions, but the scents were too jumbled. It seemed Stiles didn't know how he felt about the situation any more than Derek did.

"I've replayed that whole scene in my head a thousand times, and I just-" Stiles sighed, "Dryad's know when your lying and he threatened that if you didn't tell the truth he'd hurt me. You said things, Derek. Things I could never believe to be true. You love the pack, you need them," Stiles' tone was almost desperate. As if he was begging Derek to tell him it had all been a lie.

Derek didn't know how to respond. He loved Stiles. He needed Stiles.

"Say something, please," Stiles' pleaded.

"Why? I can't tell you what you want to hear," Derek shrugged with a shake of his head.

"Why not? You were just scared, and the rest of the pack was safe, that's why you felt that way. You wouldn't actually pick me over them," Stiles said, wanting desperately for it to be true.

"Do you want me to lie to you, Stiles?" Derek asked quietly. He knew Stiles would be upset.

"No, I want the truth to be different," Stiles said, frustration and desperation fighting for dominance in his tone.

"I'm sorry, Stiles," Derek dropped his head.

"No, you don't get to be sorry," Stiles snapped, surprising Derek. "Do you know the position that puts me in? Do you know how worried that makes me? If something ever happened where you had to pick, knowing you'd pick me, do you know how that makes me feel?" Stiles was yelling now.

Derek's eyes met Stiles'. They were darker than normal and glossy from tears Stiles was fighting.

"You can't pick me over them, they're your pack, Derek. How do you think that would make them feel? How can you be okay with that? How could you feel that way?" Stiles took an angry step towards Stiles.

"Because I love you, Stiles!" Derek shouted, "I love you more than anyone, the pack included. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I've lost everyone I have ever loved, I couldn't bear to lose you too, so yeah, I'd pick you, and while I know it would make you hate me, knowing you were safe would make it worth it. I'm screwed up, I know that, but I can't change how I feel. You know I'm not a selfish person, but with you, I can't help it. You make me want to be selfish, because I need you Stiles. I need you more than I've ever needed anyone." Derek's tone fell from a frustrated yell to an apologetic hush.

Suddenly Stiles' lips were on his. The kiss was rough and desperate, but Derek obliged easily. He wrapped a strong hand around the back of Stiles' neck.

Stiles' hands were gripping tightly to Derek's jacket.

Their tongues rolled together hungrily, both wanting more. It said more than any words ever could. I need you, I want you.

When they finally parted Derek leaned his head against Stiles'.

"Promise me something," Stiles panted in a whisper.

"I can't promise to put the pack before you, I just can't," Derek said closing his eyes.

"Promise me you'll never let us get into a position where you have to choose," Stiles said instead.

Derek smiled slightly, "I promise. Can you promise me something?" Derek asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" Stiles hummed his hand now on Derek's cheek keeping him close.

"Don't leave me," Derek's tone came out more desperate than he'd intended.

"I promise," Stiles agreed.

Derek leaned down reconnecting their lips. Stiles hand slid into Derek's hair. Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles. This was all he ever needed.

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(Part 1 in Book 1)