No. No, no, no. He’s not supposed to go this way. He’s supposed to die in peace, or at least not for five more years. He’s supposed to rectify things first - join Scott’s pack. Rebuild his house. Fuck, maybe even get a college degree and buy a dog and make a freaking family again. But he’s not supposed to die from a wolfsbane laced bullet to the chest. Not because of some stupid hunter who wandered through Scott’s territory. Jesus, Derek hadn’t even done anything to provoke the hunter. The few of them had just gone out to meet up with the hunter. Just to freaking talk and figure out what the hunter wants and why he’s there. Just Scott and Allison and Derek and Stiles - the Alpha, the Hunter, the Backup, and the Sidekick. This wasn’t supposed to be anything else beyond a simple discussion. The hunters and the Alpha would have worked something out - shown the world that there can be peace between the two - and Stiles and Derek would have just hung out at the back. Just throwing sarcastic barbs back and forth. Because as much as Derek cares for the kid, he’s shit at showing it in any way beyond sarcastic comments, fleeting glances, and brief touches. Wanted to tell him, though. Wanted to buy the stupid kid flower and take him out on a proper date (Because Lord knows Stiles hasn’t had one of those in his life). Wanted to lace their fingers together and kiss him softly on the kid’s front porch and he wanted to fight for their relationship - fight for it in front of the Sheriff and in front of Scott and Lydia and Allison and fight for it when he and Stiles are screaming insults across the room at each other. He wanted to love the kid like he hasn’t been loved before and show the world that Derek Hale is not too damaged to love again.God, he wanted to do so much with the stupid human, and instead, he’s bleeding out on the forest floor.Something had gone wrong, even with he and Stiles just hanging out several feet away, and before Derek could react, he just heard Scott screaming “NO, STOP, WE’LL COMPLY!” and Allison letting out an angry yell before the bullet slammed into his chest.He was just an easy target.Now he’s splayed out on the forest floor, with Allison fumbling to break open one of her own bullets so she can burn it, and Scott’s veins are going black as he tries to draw out the pain, and Stiles’s hands are frantically trying to just do something, whether it’s holding Derek’s trembling hand or gathering him into his lap or pressing against the wound to try and stop the bleeding. There are screams and tears, but it’s all just … d i s t a n t.He can feel the wolfsbane wrapping around his heart, squeezing. Breathing is kind of hard, but … strange, he doesn’t hurt any more. "Stiles, Stiles…" It’s a faint mumble, but he manages to get his hand up and wraps it around the boy’s own. "Stiles.""What’s up, Derek? We’re going to get you out of here, okay? Allison’s working on it, and Scott can keep you around long enough, okay? Okay? I mean, you’re going to be okay, right?" The boy’s eyes are welling with tears, smoothing back Derek’s hair.They both know it’s not going to be okay. Allison’s movements are slowing after they ripped his shirt open to reveal his darkened veins. Scott’s hands fell back by his side, with only Stiles still urging them to keep going. ”Guys, come on! We have to try!”"Stiles…" Scott can’t do anything more. They know that. Derek’s voice isn’t much more than a whisper this time around. ”Stiles,” and it snaps the boy’s gaze back down to him. “What’s up, big dog?” “I need to … to tell … you…” “Tell me back at your house.” “Stiles…” ”Derek, NO. At home! Please!” ”I love you.” ”…wh… what?”There’s silence through the forest, a smile playing across Derek’s lips. ”Yup.”The world really doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s a lot darker at the edges than he remembered. Stiles’s voice, too, is a lot softer than Derek thought it would have been. The boy is yelling something now. Maybe something about Derek staying around? Keeping his eyes open? He can’t really tell anymore, but Stiles’s lap is still soft.Yeah, soft.At some point or another, the world just kind of faded away. Fades into darkness until it’s just him and Stiles, the boy’s hands still smoothing back his hair. His hands, his skin, are really soft, and when Derek stops feeling the kid’s caresses, that’s what hurts the most.
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