Final chapter guys! Enjoy!
When Stiles opened his eyes, all he could feel was panic. The only thing he could see was white, and though he could feel his limbs, he was fairly certain he was dead. He remembered the hotel, he remembered pain, unbearable pain, and he remembered falling, but beyond that, nothing. He gasped for breath, wondering if the need to breath meant he was alive or if it was habit, and called out for the one person he always counted on to anchor him back to reality.
"Derek! Derek!" he was shouting the name as a mantra he realized, right at the same time he realized he was hooked up to a whole bunch of hospital machines. Hospital? Before his mind could run with the new information, Derek appeared, rushing towards him, and Stiles' first reaction was more panic.
"Are you dead too?" he squeaked, and Derek blinked before letting out a sharp laugh of disbelief.
"Dead? Stiles, you aren't dead." Stiles just stared at him a moment, and then the tears filled his eyes. He'd been sure he was dead. He launched himself at the alpha, hugging him as if the moment he let go he would disappear. "You aren't dead." Derek repeated, and then there was a huff of resignation. "One of the vampires saved you. You fell out the window." and there was the annoyance at how stupid it had been to stand in the window in the first place. Stiles smiled.
"Which vampire?" he asked, and a cocky voice replied.
"The one and only. We thought you might try something stupid, so we waited outside." he turned his head to see Damon and burst out laughing.
"Of course it was you." he muttered, but they could all hear how grateful he was. "Why don't I remember?" he asked when he finally leaned back, fingers linking with Derek's.
"You passed out from the pain." there was a pause as Derek squeezed his hand. "He told us that you'd blocked it all out because of how painful it would be, so in order to break it, looks like you still had to feel that pain."
"Well that's lame." he winced at just the memory, and felt Derek's grip tighten. Then he realized that it was just the three of them in the room and his panic began to rise again.
"Stiles, relax. Everyone else is here." Derek soothed, thumb brushing across his knuckles as if he'd read his mind, and Stiles just nodded.
"Call them in. I want to see them. I don't care if it was just a day this time." Derek nodded at Damon who immediately left, and Stiles turned to Derek. "What happened to the originals?" he was loathe to ask, but it seemed odd that they'd just let him go.
"When they found out you were a spark they were a lot more wary about keeping you. Plus, by hurting you, they hurt us, and I could actually feel it when you got your temporary anchor. So the vow was broken." Stiles blinked and guilt washed through him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to have to feel it."
Derek squeezed his hand and looked like he was about to shout at him to stop being stupid, but instead he just leaned forward, forehead resting on Stiles' shoulder.
"You terrified me, Stiles." he admitted. "And I think you scared them too. Which, in this case, is a good thing." he lifted his head and smiled even as the pack began to file in only to leap on his bed, all the pups reaching for him and also reprimanding him.
"You should know that Klaus accepted the blood trade. As an apology. Though I feel like it was more of a concession since an apology would be directed at you, but whatever." Damon informed him, and Stiles blinked in shock. It had been that easy? If he'd known all along all he'd had to do was state what he was, he would've done so right at the beginning. The realization had him groaning. Of course he hadn't even considered such an option. He'd been too stubborn at keeping all his cards hidden. It certainly showed him. When the noise settled down he finally took the moment to look around.
"Where are we?" he asked, and it was Lydia who answered.
"Still in New York. Even though Damon managed to catch you before you hit the ground, you were still injured, and we didn't want you drinking vampire blood in case something went wrong."
"Fair enough. I certainly don't want to become a vampire. Can you imagine?" he shuddered at the thought.
"So that's it then?" he asked, and everyone just looked at him. "Does this mean we can go home?" nobody missed the hope in his voice and Derek smiled at him, that soft smile again that made his stomach do flips.
"Yeah, we can go home."
"And no more vampires for at least a year!" Scott piped up. The pack laughed, despite the protests of Damon and Caroline. Stiles just smiled, looking over at Derek. He was with his anchor again, his mate, and by the way Derek was gripping his hand, he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon. While the pack argued with Damon and Caroline about the perks of being their own supernatural species, Stiles leaned towards him, shifting so they were sitting together rather than touching only with their hands.
"I'm glad you guys managed to catch up." he murmured, and Derek hummed in agreement, nose rubbing against the pulse in his throat. "And I'm sorry for bargaining my life away." again Derek just hummed, continuing as he was. "I missed you, you know." he continued, and there was that hum again. Scowling, Stiles turned to complain about the responses he was receiving only to have Derek kiss him. When Derek pulled back it was with a smug grin, and Stiles was staring at him in surprise.
"Next time, I'm locking you up in a cellar." Derek threatened, and Stiles managed a laugh.
"I guess I deserve that." Derek lifted a brow that said he deserved a lot more and Stiles felt his cheeks heat in embarrassment.
"Hey, this isn't all my fault. If Damon and Stefan hadn't kidnapped me in the first place-"
"Whoa! Don't drag me into your relationship drama!" Damon complained, and Derek rolled his eyes.
"As if we'd want you in our relationship drama." Stiles burst out laughing, unable to stop until his sides ached.
"Wow, it's only been a day and I'd forgotten you could snark as well as I can." Derek just moved his brows in one of his many expressions and Stiles smiled. He recognized that look. "Yeah, yeah. I'm the idiot. But I'm your idiot. And you're stuck with me for life." Derek made a face and Stiles, in a brave motion, reached over and flicked him on his forehead. Derek just gaped and Stiles fell back on the hospital bed in fits of laughter. Yes, this was his life, Stiles realized, and this was how he liked it. With his grumpy sourwolf and his mix-n-match pack. Vampires weren't part of their world, and it was better that way. Carefully, he climbed out of bed, Derek helping him stand. He looked around at the faces in the room and allowed himself another smile.
"Let's go home."
Stiles didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed that Beacon Hills was exactly as they'd left it. Of course, he was glad no supernatural drama had broken out in their absence since nobody would be around to stop it, but part of him was wary that maybe the drama had been waiting for them and would start as soon as it was sure they were back. When they made it back to the Hale house, because Derek had finally renovated it in Stiles' last year of high school, and on the way back from the airport had suggested that Stiles should stay there more permanently, Stiles finally relaxed. He was home, and he could officially call Derek's house home now, and he'd never felt happier. He turned when he felt Derek behind him, and frowned at the nervous look on Derek's face. Derek never looked nervous.
"Something the matter, Derek?" he asked, and Derek frowned at him.
"Then why are you looming in the doorway?"
"I'm not looming." he argued, and Stiles just rolled his eyes.
"Call it whatever you want, but it's looming."
"He's right, you know. You are looming." Isaac provided easily before he slipped past and made his way upstairs to his own room. They heard the music start to play before the door closed and brought silence with it, and Stiles was still amused that Derek had sound proofed most of the rooms. Derek just glared after Isaac and Stiles lifted a brow.
"Alright, well if you're not going to just tell me whatever's on your mind, I'm going to take my stuff to my room." he said, turning towards the stairs, but before he could get far, Derek stopped him by wrapping his arms around him from behind, a sure way to hide his face, and Stiles just smirked, putting his hands over Derek's.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Derek mumbled, and Stiles twisted a bit so he could see Derek's face.
"Are you trying to tell me I shouldn't put my stuff away?"
"Yes – I mean no. Stiles." he growled, and Stiles just grinned.
"If you're trying to ask me if I want drawer space in your room, you're going to have to use words, big guy." and Derek growled again.
"Shut up, Stiles."
"Make me." and Derek did just that, turning him around and slamming him into the wall before kissing him senseless.
"I don't want it to by my room, I want it to be our room, okay?" Derek snapped, and after catching his breath, Stiles gave a wicked grin.
"Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" he teased, grabbing his bag and darting up the stairs. He gave a laugh when he heard Derek on the stairs behind him, and dashed into Derek's bedroom. He just managed to drop his bag when he heard Derek close the door behind them, and he was grabbed and pushed up against the door with Derek kissing him again. Derek broke the kiss just to lean his forehead against Stiles, and for the first time since he'd fallen out the window, he recognized the panic in Derek's expression.
"Don't ever do that again, okay? Isaac and Erica were devastated that you gave in just because they were in a little pain."
"Derek, I couldn't listen to them being hurt. You of all people should understand that."
Derek let out a breath. "I do, I get it, but they said they could feel your spark, could feel how close you were to breaking free. Why didn't you focus on that? Why did you leave me instead?" Stiles reached up to cradle Derek's face in his hands.
"I wish I could explain to you what it felt like to be in that chair. I'd just been knocked unconscious from having Klaus drink my blood. When I woke up, I was being offered my freedom from the chains that had allowed Klaus near enough to drink from me, and all I had to do was save my pack mates. It wasn't a choice, Derek. And really, the whole thing could've been solved much quicker if you'd just picked a fight with Damon." Derek let out a sound of disbelief.
"This isn't a joke, Stiles."
"I know, and that was serious by the way. All any of you had to do was be injured by a vampire and poof, broken vow. But that isn't my point. You can't honestly tell me that if you heard Isaac and Erica being tortured you wouldn't automatically do everything in your power to free them and ensure their future safety."
"Of course I would."
"Then don't question why I did the same thing." Derek shook his head, but he didn't pull back.
"I was terrified when I felt the tug of your anchor shifting. I have never been so terrified in my life. I thought I was going to lose you, and I couldn't bear the thought."
"Aw, look at you, Derek. Such a romantic." he teased, but before Derek could snap at him, Stiles kissed him. "I love you, Derek." he said, and any and all harsh words died in Derek's throat. Stiles was surprised how easy it ended up being to say those words, but he was happy to finally be able to say them.
"I love you too, Stiles." he paused, "And I wasn't kidding about locking you in the cellar if you ever try anything like that again." Stiles laughed, the tension from the moment before lost, and grinned at Derek. Everything was back to normal, and it was a pretty damn good normal, if Stiles did say so himself.
And that's the end everyone! I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it!
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