Just a random one-shot that came to mind.
Derek dropped into Stiles' window eyes doing a quick scan of the room for the awkward, pale teen. Noticing he wasn't present in his room, Derek listened out for his heartbeat in the house. What he heard had him rushing to the bathroom to help his pack member. It was the sound of running water and Stiles' heartbeat slowly evening out. To Derek Stiles may be the most annoying kid in the world, but he was pack and his pack was the closest thing he had to family these days. Plus, he was just starting to grow fond of the brown-eyed teen. When Derek threw open the bathroom door, he had to take a second to identify what he was seeing. He stared at a broken-looking Stiles with his head submerged under bloody water holding his breath, the cause of his weakening heartbeat. The bathroom floor contained Stiles' dirty clothes strewn about. A graphic tee which Derek had come to know as Stiles' favorite t-shirt was crumpled as if someone had grabbed him roughly. It was hanging from the sink, most likely thrown. Stiles' jeans had been cut as if to cut off his genitals. The boy's underwear was the absolute worst thing Derek had ever laid eyes on. There was blood towards the back of Stiles' SpongeBob boxers.
Derek pulled the drain plug and picked Stiles up and brought the boy to lay in the comfort of his bed. The movement must have caused a relapse which caused Stiles to open his eyes and flail taking a large gulp of air. Much like a man in the middle of the ocean who just broke the surface. The actions struck pain and Stiles shrunk back. The teen looked up to see who had come to his rescue. He looked up and saw none other than Derek Hale. Stiles began to talk as soon as Derek laid him on his side on his bed.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"What am I doing here?" Derek cried near hysterics. "What are YOU doing?" He continued calmer.
"You know what I was doing. Who gives a damn if I just attempted suicide? No one cares, so why should I?" Stiles paused regaining his composure. "And I was so close too, until you showed up." The silence following was tense. Derek didn't know what to say.
"Why did you try?"
"Why are you here?"
"Because you are part of the pack."
"Part of the pack my ass." Stiles quipped.
"What do you mean?"
"Do not lie to me and tell me I'm part of the pack! You only keep me around because if I'm not there, Scott will leave too. I have no interest in being your Omega."
"My Omega? Stiles you are not an Omega, but you are a part of my pack." Stiles grew agitated and sat up, but quickly felt the error of his actions. He quickly shot up from his position, a pained yelp escaping his lips. That didn't stop his anger though.
"So that's how you treat all your pack members then? Pushing them into walls? Threatening them? Leaving them out of pack activities? Singling them out for everything they do? Thanks. I'm really feeling the pack love." Stiles shot back.
"I am sorry?" Derek said in more of a questioning tone.
"You're sorry? That's all you have to say? You know what? I don't care 'cause it's not only you. Jackson bullies me more than you do. Lydia does not like me, but pretends to for my benefit. Scott only stays friends with me because of our parents and their recent relationship. Allison puts up with me for Scott. And Danny is just a nice guy. You don't think I see the looks you give me or hear the things you say, but I'm not blind or deaf." Stiles finished.
"I didn't know. But can you at least tell me why you did it?"
"I WAS FUCKING RAPED, Derek! Do you know what I went through? Of course not! You don't even know what it's like to be defenseless."
"Why didn't you scream for one of us?" Derek asked voice full of sympathy for his wounded pack member. Stiles looked at him with hatred in his eyes and a look of 'are-you-serious?' on his face.
"I did. Had you really thought of me as a pack member you would have heard me screaming out our name." Derek felt increasingly bad. He began to move towards Stiles to comfort him, but the teen kept moving back. He backed into a wall and winced at the pain inflicted in his backside. Derek was a foot away from him when Stiles said: "Get out. Right now. And don't tell the pack. They hate me enough. They'll probably just laugh. Leave." Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Stiles cut him off. "It's too late. The damage is done. Get out. Leave."
Derek received the message and headed to the window. Before dropping out he went back by Stiles and said: "Remember when I was stuck beating myself up about my past and you told me it wasn't my fault and I needed to move on? Well it is not your fault either."
"No, it wasn't my fault, but it was yours. I was raped, Derek, I can't just move on from that." Stiles interrupted. Derek was hurt by the statement but didn't let it show.
"I know you can't but what I'm saying is- I'm just saying you said you'd be there for me, so now I will be there for you. When you are ready to talk, you know where to find me." Derek placed a platonic kiss on Stiles' forehead and went out the window, leaving Stiles to get dressed.
Secrets and Broken Hearts is gonna be posted soon. Not sure how soon but soon enough. I'm sure you all hate me but hopefully it's worth it. School is finally finished. And my track team won state! Hard work pays off I have another one-shot I just came up with for absolutely no reason. But tell me what you think about this one because I might another installment of this of when Stiles finally talks to Derek. Well, hope you guys don't hate me.