Love Letter To You

Letter 3

The next letter doesn't appear until after they had a fight. A bad one. Derek had been shot on the job because he went running in without a protective vest on. Yes, Derek can heal and he is supernatural but 3 bullets was a lot to take even a werewolf. Stiles was angrily pacing by the front door when Derek entered the house. His arm was in a sling, a nasty bruise was across his jaw, and Stiles could tell he was favoring his left side. Tears started flowing down his cheeks the minute he saw him.

"You didn't even call me. Melissa had to call me to say that my fuckin boyfriend was just brought in because he was shot three fuckin times and was hit across the face with a metal pipe! Why the hell didn't you call!?" Stiles' face was red by the time he was done, tears uncontrollably falling down his cheeks.

"I'm fine. I've handled worst, this was nothing. The bullets went right in and right out, barely doing any damage." Derek answered as he entered the house walking past Stiles and into the kitchen.

"You didn't call. You promised, you promised me that you would tell me if anything happened to you. You said you trusted me. I gave you my everything Derek. I told you all of my secrets and flaws. I gave you my body, my life, and my heart. And you couldn't even spare a fuckin second to pick up your god damn phone and call me! Tell me, Hale, what the hell did I do wrong! Please fuckin tell me cause I would love to know, what made you fuckin think that you being shot wouldn't affect me? Answer me that, Hale." Stiles' voice was strong and loud. Booming throughout the quiet house, Derek just bowed his head and kept his back to Stiles.

"No, you do not get to go cowering like some pup with his tail between his legs. You-" Stiles words were caught off as Derek turned around, fangs out and eyes burning red. A roar echoed throughout the house, burning Stiles' ears. Stiles let out a sad laugh when Derek finished, the hurt shining in his eyes.

"So that's what you want? Me to gravel and beg like some scared little pup? Want me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness because I yelled at the big scary Alpha? In case you forgot, oh mighty one, I'm not a wolf. You can't just flash your eyes red to fix a problem. You need to talk out your problems like a normal human being or did you truly turn into a monster?" The last word his Derek like a slap, he stood there in the kitchen watching Stiles walk down the hallway and slam the guest bedroom door behind him. He felt frozen in his spot, he didn't know how long he stood there, but his legs gave out and he sank to the floor. Staring at the door Stiles had slammed shut, hoping that the door would open and Stiles would walk out with a dorky smile on his face, help him off the ground and hug him. He sat there frozen until he saw a folded piece of paper slide out from under the door. Not bothering to stand, Derek crawled until he sat in front of the door picking up the letter with shaking hands.

My Love,

I'm sorry. But you should be too. I'm not wrong to be angry, but I was horribly wrong to call a monster. God, Derek you are nothing like a monster, you are so far from being a monster. I wish I could go back in time and punch myself for saying something like that. I was just so worried earlier and then you were being so closed off so I yelled and yelled. Derek, you are NOT a monster, you never have been. I need you to know that you are not a monster. You are the most loving person I know. When you find out I'm having a bad day at work, you send me hourly photos of you making the stupidest faces in the world. When I caught that killer flu you called off work and stayed with me. You made me your mom's broth soup, and let me use you as a personal heater/pillow. I don't know if you knew this but I remember how you would stroke my hair and sing to me softly as I slept. Winnie the Pooh, that's what you sang to me. It's what your mother use to sing to you when you were sick. I wish you would sing more, I love hearing your voice. Do you remember when we first met? I was 16 and as out with Scott looking for his inhaler. You just appeared out of nowhere, a frown on your face as you growled at us like an old man to get off your property. I never would have thought that one day I would be living on that property, in a home that I help build up from nothing, as a doctor, and with you. You changed everything. From the moment I saw you in the woods, I knew, I could feel it in my bones that you were important. You changed my life in every way. I never thought I would find anyone. I was so in love with Lydia and she didn't even know who I was. I thought I was hopeless, that I wasn't meant to be loved, Then you punched me in the face (Literally) and I was hooked. You changed my life for the better. And yes, we fight and sometimes it's bad. Like this one, but one thing will always remain the same after every single fight. I LOVE YOU DEREK HALE. I love you to the moon and back.

Love (Your extremely sorry boyfriend),

Stiles

Stiles name left his mouth without him even realizing it. Soon the door was opened and he was faced with a red-eyed Stiles nervously playing with his hands from where he sat on the ground. The second his eyes locked with Stiles, Derek was grabbing him pulling him into his lap. Burying his face into Stiles' neck and cried. He cried until his throat become sore and his body didn't have any tears left.

"I'm so sorry, Stiles. I wanted to call you, I just didn't want you to see me the way I was." Derek's voice was thick and shallow.

"What way?" Stiles asked softly as he ran his hand through Derek's hair.

"Scared. I didn't want you to see me scared."

"Oh, Der. I'm so sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry too," Derek mumbled from where he was buried in stiles neck. They sat there until the sun came up, Derek's face pressed into Stiles' neck inhaling his scent and Stiles wrapped up in Derek's lap fingers carting through his hair.