A/N - This is it. The End. No mas. I am very grateful for everyone's readership and reviews. You all kept me up at night as I developed this story. I was thinking about it while scanning documents at work, developing rationaleof or why Stiles had become possessed. Figuring out who would die and why it had to be that way. Often times I would scarf down my lunch so that I had a little writing time. I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have.


Everyone was still recovering from what had happened. Everyone knew at least one person that died, some knew many more. The death count had reached a total of 247 and independent investigators and medical professionals had descended on the town. The problem was that there weren't any human answers that could explain a town's population going on a violent rampage one minute and placated with a conscience the next. Doctors from the Centers for Disease Control left after a few weeks, declaring it a medical mystery.

Stiles and his friends knew the truth but they couldn't say anything. Derek rolled over in Stiles' bed and he opened his eyes. The sun was up and Stiles was in bed staring at the ceiling. "Penny for your thoughts."

"My thoughts are more expensive."

"Name your price."

"A kiss, for starters." Derek smiled and leaned over, kissing Stiles' lips softly. "I'm just thinking about what happened. If Gerard's plan had worked and you had died...I would be beside myself."

"You won't have to worry about that. We'll take care of each other."

"Do you promise?" Stiles' eyes held a level of fear that he hadn't seen before. "I promise."

Stiles wrapped his fingers around Derek's and he leaned into him, placing his head on Derek's chest. The Alpha's heart was beating faster than a human's, pumping twice the amount of blood as Stiles' heart. The sound was soothing to him. "Derek, I think we need to talk about something."

"Okay," he said, a little concerned where the conversation was headed.

"I love you a lot. More than I ever knew was possible, actually. I don't want to hide the best part of myself from people."

Derek looked confused. Stiles kissed Derek's cheek, "You're the best part of me. My love for you."

"You want to start telling people?"

Stiles nodded. "People need to know how important you are to me."

"Well, your father is headed for your room right now. Should we let him catch us?"
Stiles shook his head and shoved Derek off the bed. He caught himself and laughed, landing without a sound as he got to his feet and ran to the closet. "Hey buddy. I'm headed to the station. What are you going to do today?"

"I don't know. Probably hang out with Derek." The sheriff was silent for a moment and then he put his hands in his pockets. "You and Derek are really that close? Why don't you ever bring him around?"

"I do. He's hiding in the closet right now."

"Very funny. Call me if you need anything." The sheriff started to walk away but he stopped. "Stiles, I need to ask you something. I don't want you to get upset but I need to just ask this. You and Derek...?"

"Yeah," Stiles said. He didn't understand how it was so simple to say but he knew it felt good to admit it to someone.

"Oh. You knew what I was going to ask?"

"Dad, we need to have a talk before you go to work." The sheriff nodded and slid Stiles' computer chair over towards the bed, taking a seat. He watched his son as he fumbled over words for the first time in his life. "Are you on drugs?"

"No! Dad, the thing is, somehow, surprisingly, I fell in love. With Derek."

The Sheriff took it in for a moment and then nodded. "I had a feeling. The way he was looking at you at the Vet's office was...guys don't usually look at other guys like that."

"I can't believe you're not surprised. You realize that we're talking about Derek Hale, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do. Your mother always had a thing for dark and gloomy guys so you must get it from her. I just want you to be happy, son."

"Thanks. I am."

"So can we talk about the elephant? He's a lot older than you, Stiles. Old enough that the two of you shouldn't be involved with each other."

"Dad, have you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet laws?" Stiles was smirking, he had done the research and he knew he had his father in a corner on this issue. "I see you've been doing your research. I guess I won't stand in the way, as long as you're sure."

"I am. We both love each other."

"Then make sure he comes over once and a while. I'd like to get to know him in a context other than as suspect in a murder investigation." His father stood up, gave him a surprise hug, and then headed off to work. Derek emerged from the closet after he was sure it was safe. Stiles walked over to him and kissed him before pulling him into a hug.

"I kind of like touch-feely Stiles," Derek proclaimed.

"Not nearly as much as I love touchy-feely Derek."

The End