Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry- it took me forever to write this ending. Please don't hate me. I was in the process of writing it, but it was totally different from this one. Seriously, it was. But I didn't like it so I started over, and this cute little chapter came out. I know it's so long but I hope you guys like it anyways. Not beta'd so all mistakes are my own.


Four days. Oh God. Stiles had been free for four days and he didn't come back. He didn't come back home, to the pack, to him.

Derek dragged his hands down his face and sighed.

When the vampire Gloria had revealed her mission Derek felt as if he'd been kicked. He had fallen to his knees, completely lost to the world. He remembers feeling a hand on his shoulder, but it wasn't in a challenge, it was for comfort.

Now he stood in front of the burnt house, his pack surrounding each other like a comfort blanket.

"Derek," Erica said quietly. He looked up at the blonde girl and felt his eyes soften.

Erica looked so bad like the other girls, her makeup was smeared and her eyes red from crying. She seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment, but after a while she didn't.

"What are you thinking?" she finally asked.

Derek was about to shrug his shoulders, but thought better of it as Allison and Lydia gathered behind Erica. He sighed and stared at the ground, not able to meet their eyes.

"A lot of things are running through my mind, Erica," he said honestly. He felt hands on his shoulders and then Erica was wiggling her way into his arms. Derek pulled her into his lap and held her tightly as she quietly sniffed trying to prevent the tears from her eyes.

"I think we should look for him," Allison said softly in his ear.

Derek turned his head slightly to find the huntresses head on his shoulder. He turned the other way and found a bundle of strawberry blonde hair on the other. Without thinking he laced his fingers through the two girls while still holding tightly to Erica.

"Trust me, I want to. I want to so bad," he began but had to take a moment. He felt his chest tighten and his eyes stung with tears, but he wasn't going to cry. No. He can't cry. He needs to focus. "But if he chose this, then we need to give him some space," he finally finished.

He felt the three girls nod at once- not mentioning the fact that he was almost about to break. He knew they knew, even though Allison was human she could probably tell too, but they didn't and he was grateful.

They sat like that for a couple more minutes, completely lost in their own thoughtswhen a sudden roar ripped through the forest.

"Fuck! I can't do this. I need to know he's safe. I need to. I need to," Scott yelled as he kicked everything in his path with so much force it broke when it made contact with something else.

Isaac and Boyd tried calming him down, but with no avail they let him destroy things and yell at the sky. Derek was jealous. He wanted to breakdown and scream at things. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He had to stay in his right mind. He had to remain in control.

"We'll give him space, but if Stilinski doesn't come back within forty-eight hours, I will track him down and drag him back by the ears if I have to, but he is coming back," Jackson blurted out.

The pack startled and looked at their friend. He hadn't said anything all night and his sudden lash out surprised them all.

Jackson looked at them and raised his eyebrows. "What? You think I won't do it?" he smirked and ran a hand through his perfect hair.

"No, I know you probably would, but I wouldn't let you," Scott said.

"Well, I wouldn't either normally, but in this case I think Stiles deserves it," Lydia commented, her head still rested on Derek's shoulder.

"I think we should buy a whole bunch of curly fries and eat them in front of him without sharing," Erica said with a hint of a smile in her voice.

"Or maybe buy all the Star Wars movies and break them in front of him," Boyd added.

"Or both," Isaac said,

The pack including Derek gave little laughs and he felt them all relax.

"What say you, all wise and mighty alpha?" Erica asked looking up at Derek.

"You mean sour wolf," Scott smirked.

Derek gave short laugh and answered, "We'll give him twenty-four hours. If he doesn't show up, well let's just say it won't go so hot for him."

In seconds the pack broke out into huge grins and the boys whooped in happiness. Derek smiled and shook his head. He felt lighter.

"If, no when we find him, are you going to tell him?" Lydia asked nudging against his neck.

Derek froze but calmly asked, "Tell him what?"

He felt Lydia roll her eyes while Erica snorted, and even sweet Allison gave a little laugh.

"Oh come on, dude! It's obvious!" Scott yelled.

Derek narrowed his eyes at him and he flinched muttering a curse word under his breath.

"You know it's obvious when McCall notices it," Jackson said, walking up to his huddled group.

The girls laughed and nodded their heads in agreement when Scott shouted, "Hey! I heard that!"

"No really?" Jackson replied.

"Alright both of you, stop acting like five year olds," Derek said but to be honest he was slightly amused.

"He started it," Scott groaned and then fell. Isaac had tripped him.

"Well are you?" Boyd asked.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about," Derek huffed and a few seconds later he received a loud chorus of groans and " my God."

He chuckled quietly and looked up at the night sky. Erica was still wrapped in his arms and the two girls had curled in closer around his shoulder. He felt a little weight on the outside of his legs and then the two girls shifted slightly.

He looked down to find Isaac and Boyd leaning their heads against his legs, and Jackson and Scott had wrapped around their girlfriends. Derek took in his little pack of misfits. They were almost a family, but they were missing something. No someone.

He turned his head back to the sky and sighed.

We'll find you, Stiles. No matter what it takes, and we'll bring you home, he thought.

"I miss him," Isaac whispered.

"We all do," Lydia responded quietly.

"We'll find him, and we're bringing him back. Even if Jackson has to pull him by the ears," Derek said.

The pack giggled in unison and relaxed against their alpha slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.


Stiles stared up at the stars and laid against the hammock. His mind wandering to thoughts of his home, of his friends, of Derek.

He sighed and shook his head.

This would be good for all of them. They deserved better than a tape and (a still psycho) vampire telling them his choice, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. They were better off without him anyways.

I mean, all he did was put them in danger over and over again. He wasn't a hero. He never was.

"Stiles, honey. It's a bit chilly out here, don't you think?" he heard Akamai say.

He tilted his head towards the sound of her voice and found her holding a blue blanket in one hand and a cup in another. He smiled up at her and took them without comment. The cup contained a warm liquid that looked like tea.

"What's on your mind, darling? Other than the obvious," she said sitting down at his feet. The hammock shifted under her weight, but slowly settled back.

"Just thinking of some things, no big deal," he replied shrugging it off.

"Your mother used to say, "Over-thinking is what kills you," and trying to lie to me was like trying to take out a fire with gasoline- impossible," she laughed.

Stiles smiled wide at the mention of his mother. Akamai stopped laughing and stared into his eyes, a sad smile spreading across her face.

"You look so much like her," she whispered, cupping Stiles' face gently.

Stiles blinked quickly trying to prevent the tears from spilling out of his eyes.

"Oh, honey. It's okay to cry."

"Akamai, tell me about her when she was my age," he said quietly.

The woman paused for a moment and bit her lip. Her green eyes brilliant even in the small light of the moon. She raised her hand and gestured Stiles towards her. He obeyed and was soon wrapped around the older woman's arms, her hand gently rubbing circles on his back.

He felt good. He felt safe.

"Well, she was a joyful one, crazy too. Always doing naughty things and getting herself into trouble. I would always have to save her behind. When she met your father, she calmed down but only a bit," she laughed then and shook her head. "Much like you, if all the stories you have told me are true," she added looking down at him.

Stiles blushed and looked away, but he couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face.

"Oh but she was a selfless one too; always putting others before her. She could be having the worst day ever and she would still be trying to make others smile. She was my hero," Akamai said softly.

"She was mine too," he replied just as quietly.

"I bet you would be hers too, honey," she said, gently running her hand down his cheek.

He shook his head quickly and answered, "I'm not a hero."

"Oh but you are, darling."

"Heroes don't put the people they love in danger. They save them from it. Heroes don't run away from their problems, they face it. Heroes don't get kidnapped. Heroes don't. Heroes don't," he began to weep softly. He felt the arms around him tighten as he finally said, "Heroes aren't weak."

There was short silenced as he cried. His slow weeping turned into heavy sobs, but Akamai didn't say anything. She just held him, her hand once again rubbing circles on his back. When he was beginning to calm down the woman answered.

"You're not weak, Genim. I don't know what all those movies and comic books have you thinking, but that's not the definition of hero in my book, and it most certainly wasn't in your mother's either," she said quietly but sternly.

"Then what is it?" he asked between sniffs.

"A hero is someone who is willing to risk his or her life in order to save the ones they love. A hero is someone who is willing to look past his fears and insecurities and do what is right. A hero is someone who tries to find new reasons to keep going even if they have enough reasons not to. A hero is willing to jump," she said resting her head on Stiles'.

"That. That is a good definition," he said.

Akamai gave a little giggle, "A hero is also someone who doesn't blame himself for something that was out of his control. Someone who doesn't live on empty guilt," she added placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

He froze then, fresh tears stinging his eyes. "How did you?"

"Honey, you'd have to be blind not to. I don't know what you've been going through, but I want you to know that you had nothing to do with your mother's death. Do you hear me? Heck, I bet she'd knock you with that wooden spoon of hers every time you thought that if she could."

"Yeah, but I'd rather have that then her not being here at all."

"I know, sweetheart. I would too, but it's okay. Things happen for a reason. They may seem unfair, but we need to get through them because that's life."

"Well, life sucks."

"Yes, I know, but it can also be beautiful if we allow ourselves the pleasure. Remember darling, you're the only one who can control your happiness," she said getting up. "It's late. I'm going to sleep, honey."

"Wait!" he called after her. "What do you think I should do?" he asked the question that's been haunting his mind for the past five days.

Akamai turned slightly and glanced up at the moon, "I say go back and be happy."

Stiles nodded and turned to collect the blanket and now empty mug from the ground.

"Oh, and if you love someone you should chase after them," she said quickly.

Stiles perked up in time to catch a wink from her. He stood their puzzled and then followed her in.

The rest of the night he laid there pondering over the last thing she said. Go after the one you love? How did she know? Damn. She was good at reading people, just like his mom.

His mom.

He grinned sadly at the ceiling.

"Oh mom. You sure know how to pick them," he chuckled.

He let out a deep breath and fell into a heavenly sleep.


A loud knock sounded from the door as Akamai placed the last of the extra covers in the closet. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked down the hall. She opened the door to reveal a handsome young man. She looked beyond him and saw more youngsters crowding around each other on her small porch.

"Can I help you, honey?" she asked the young man with dark hair and hazel eyes.

"Well, I hope so," he responded rather shyly.

"We're looking for someone," a blonde girl in a red shirt that was showing way too much in her opinion said.

Then it clicked in her head. She let out a little laugh, and opened the door wide.

"It's quite cold. Come inside, all of you. I'll make you some tea or hot cocoa," she said. One young man perked his head up at the word cocoa and quickly went through the door, slightly shoving the man in the front.

Once they were all inside and holding steaming mugs of cocoa she sat down.

"Now which one of you is Scott?" she asked cheerfully.

The boy who had ran through the door first lifted his head up. "I'm Scott," he said surprised.

"Oh my. You sure have grown! You're so handsome. Just like Stiles! I remember when you two boys were about two feet tall and running around in diapers," she commented.

"Uh what? How did you?" he asked baffled. The others glanced between them with questioning looks.

"Oh right! How rude of me. I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Akamai and you must be Stiles' friends," she said quickly.

The pack of teenagers looked at her with mouths wide open for a while and then a pretty girl with reddish hair spoke up.

"You know Stiles? Was he here? Have you seen him?" she asked in one breath.

Akamai laughed lightly and nodded, "One question at a time child, I may look young but I have years on me. Yes, I know Stiles and yes, he was."

"Was?" a boy with a mop of curls on his head and bright blue eyes asked.

"Oh yes, he left a day ago. I miss him dearly. He looks so much like his mother, doesn't he?" she asked lost in thought.

The teenagers grew quiet and shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.

"Oh my. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Ugh. I'm always putting a foot in my mouth. Forgive me," Akamai quickly said trying to fix the damage.

Of course these poor kids wouldn't know how Stiles' mom looked like except maybe the young man with the hazel eyes. He seemed older than them.

"It's alright. It looks like we have been pretty rude too. I'm Derek and this is Erica, Scott, Jackson, Lydia, Boyd, Allison, and Isaac," he said gesturing to each of them. "We're looking for Stiles. Do you have any idea where he might be?"

Akamai thought for a second and then shook her head. "No, sorry honey. He left without saying a word. Just a little note thanking me for my generosity and questioning me if I was psychic," she answered laughing as she thought back to the note Stiles had left her.

"Oh. Well, thank you for your time. Sorry, to have intruded and to have to leave so quickly, but we must be going," the young man Boyd said.

He was the only one who looked like he could still talk. The others had distressed and upset faces on. Akamai's heart went out to them.

They had already made it to the door when she called out, "I know Stiles. He always thinks of others before himself, but this time I think he finally thought of himself. I suggest you go home and be patient."

"Yes, thank you," Allison said quietly as the others walked through the door.


Stiles tugged his sweater on closer around his body. Akamai was right. It was chilly. He should have taken the jacket she offered the night before he left. Damn him. Damn the wind.

He continued walking, the sound of crunching leaves soothed him as he walked the familiar path into the woods.

It had taken him a lot longer to get here than he expected, but hey the important thing was that he was here now. Though Stiles had to admit he was pretty nervous and pretty scared.

He had gone to see his father first and it took him about an hour of convincing to get him to let Stiles go. He hugged him so tightly and kept repeating the words, "Son, I love you," over and over again. They had both started weeping, but at least they were at home and not somewhere public. Stilinski men had a rep to protect, you know?

He laughed at the thought and remembered the wise words of Akamai. He had told his dad he'd gone to see her, and promised him after he'd seen the pack he would tell him everything.

Twenty minutes later he finally arrived at his destination. He glanced around and saw no sign of life, so he walked around until he stumbled upon (literally) a huge boulder. It was a weird looking rock. The surfaced seemed chiseled like someone had broken it. He rubbed his forehead, but then let it go and finally sat on it.

He took out the book he brought just in case this would happen and began to read.

Time passed as he waited for his friends to get there.


Derek let out a deep growl as he came closer to the house. The last two days have been nothing but yelling and heated arguments between everyone in the pack.

Everything that was said or done always resulted in a fight. Then tension and depression of Stiles' absence has been slowly killing them. They didn't even treat each other like acquaintances, that's how bad it was.

"This is stupid. Why do we keep having these meetings? We're not even pack," Jackson muttered.

"You could leave," Derek snapped.

"I know I want to," Scott snapped right back.

"Shut the hell up. You guys are such little kids," Lydia said rubbing a hand down her face.

"Oh right, cause little miss 'I love candy' is so mature," Erica spat.

"Leave her alone," Jackson stepped in as Lydia got closer to Erica.

"Watch yourself, Whittmore," Boyd said cautiously.

"Aww how cute, you have your boyfriends settle your arguments," Allison sing-songed.

"Shut up, bitch," Erica said turning towards the human her eyes glowing.

"Or what?" Allison challenged.

"Hey, guys calm down," Isaac said.

"Isaac, stay out of this," Derek sighed.

"No, I'm so sick and tired of hearing you guys fight all the time. How about we all calm the fuck down or stay out of each other's lives!" the boy yelled.

"Well, maybe if you guys weren't so damn annoying we wouldn't fight!" Derek screamed right back.

"Oh so we're annoying, huh? What makes you so damn perfect, huh?" Erica shouted.

In seconds the werewolves were baring their teeth at each other with their eyes glowing, even Allison had taken her bow out.

Jackson and Scott were the first to hit it off. Jackson pounced on Scott and they stumbled down a little hill, using anything they had within their reach to strike with.

Erica slapped Lydia across the face and spun around to whip the bow out of Allison's hands but coming up short. Allison let it go and it and caught Erica's shoulder. The girl howled in pain, but struck again this time catching Allison's hand.

Boyd watched Derek silently, staring directly into his eyes, challenging him. Derek snarled and crouched into a defensive position, Boyd did the same.

Derek was about to attack when Isaac stepped between them and howled loudly.

"Stop! Stop it! What the fuck are we doing? We're pack! This- this isn't. We shouldn't be fighting," he said desperately.

"Was it only okay for your daddy to hit you?" Jackson asked.

Isaac snarled and attacked Jackson, catching the blonde by surprise.

"Stop! He's right. We shouldn't fight each other," Scott said.

"Why?" Lydia sneered.

"Because. Stiles wouldn't have wanted this," he said quietly.

Everyone froze. Slowly they began to back off each other until they were standing in a circle around each other.

"Damn right he wouldn't. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kick your asses right now," a new but familiar voice shouted.

Derek tensed and let out a surprised gasp. He looked up meeting Scott's eyes that were staring back at him with disbelief.

"Seriously though, I leave for a week and you guys are already trying to kill each other. What the fuck? How am I supposed to trust you guys will be okay now?" the voice said again.

Derek didn't dare move. Was he hearing things? Did he really miss Stiles that much that he conjured up his voice?

He looked around and saw the shocked faces of his pack members and let out a shaky breath.

"Oh so now you guys aren't talking to me. Cool. Yeah, totally cool. It's not like I missed you guys or anything. Seriously though, you can stay quiet or get back to fighting or whatever I don't even care. I expected some cake or something better when I came back, but if I'm coming back to this. Well, I'll just be off again," he said.

That broke the pack's trance.

"Stiles Stilinski, if you move even one inch, I will personally rip your legs off with my bare hands," Erica said walking past Derek.

"Go ahead and try, blondie. I'm not scared, I've been through worse," Stiles snorted.

Derek spun around at that and flashed his eyes, "Don't talk about that in joking matter," he said.

"Well, sorry, sour wolf. But either I cry about it or laugh about it, and crying isn't very manly no matter what Akamai says," Stiles glared.

Derek didn't care that he was probably pissed at him, he smiled at the use of his nickname and ran straight towards the boy- the rest of the pack on his heels except for Erica who was ahead of him.

"Fuck, I didn't mean that. Please don't kill me," Stiles said innocently as he raised his hands.

Erica jumped on him and they stumbled to the floor. Scott ran past Derek and instantly clung to Stiles' side. Lydia and Jackson curled up on Stiles' other side while Allison circled around Scott. Isaac and Boyd jumped on top of them, and Derek bit back a laugh as he stared down at them.

"Guys, squishing the human. I know I've been through some worse shit, but like this hurts," Stiles said dramatically gasping for air.

"Stiles, shut up," Erica said her voice muffled by Stiles' neck.

"Mmm. Someone's not in a good mood," he laughed.

Derek closed his eyes and memorized the sound. Oh how he missed hearing that laugh.

"Well, sour wolf? Aren't you going to join in on this 'cuddle Stiles to death' thing?" Stiles asked his honey brown eyes meeting Derek's.

Derek felt a huge grin spreading across his face. He went over to them and picked off the teenagers one by one. He got groans of protest, but he didn't stop until his hand curled around Stiles' shirt and he lifted the boy up.

He then brought Stiles into his arms and held him tight. It took a moment for Stiles to respond but he shortly returned the embrace.

"Don't ever leave like that again," Derek said into Stiles' neck.

"I won't, but you guys have to promise you'll stop trying to do what you think is best for me. That's what caused this shit in the first place," Stiles replied.

Derek held him out at arm's length and pouted.

"Stiles, we're sorry. I tried to tell them that you could take care of yourself, but no one ever listens to me!" Scott said quickly.

"Shut up, Scott. Stiles we're sorry, really. We should have been there for you," Erica answered.

Stiles' eyes left Derek's as he glanced around. He then wiggled out of Derek's embrace and cursed.

"Oh hell no. You guys will not get away with this. I don't care if you make those stupid kick-puppy faces. I am so going to give you guys hell for this. May I remind you I was kidnapped by a psychotic vampire? No just no," he huffed rubbing a hand over his hair.

Derek marveled at Stiles' hair. It was longer and really dark. It looked good on him.

Stiles looked good.

He would probably look better on him.

Wait. What? Did Derek seriously just think that? Damn. Focus, Derek. Focus.

He glanced up to see Erica gazing at him with her eyebrows perked up and an evil smile spreading across her face. Shit. This wasn't going to be good.

"Stiles, baby. You look real good," she said walking over to Stiles and running a gentle hand down his stomach. Stiles caught her by the rest quickly.

"Don't do that. I know you didn't mean to, but it hurts," Stiles said quietly.

Erica ripped her hand out of his grasp and with on finger (claw) ripped his shirt down the middle. She gave a little gasp and stepped back.

"If you wanted to get me out my shirt all you had to do was ask, but I like your kinky side," Stiles tried, but his voice was strained.

Derek glared at Stiles' stomach. The bruises hadn't healed and were dark shades of black and purple.

"It's okay guys. I'm fine. Stop looking at me like that. I don't need sympathy," Stiles roared.

The pack and Derek took a step back. Erica flinched and ducked her head. Derek felt warm hands press into his shoulders and turned his head to find Lydia and Allison curled up behind him.

"Sorry, Stiles. I didn't mean to. We didn't want," Erica spluttered as she tried to control herself. She eventually gave up and began sobbing, almost falling to her knees before Stiles caught her.

"Hey, hey it's okay. I didn't mean to get to so upset, it's okay. Shh. Don't cry, I'm here," he cooed, gently rubbing the girl's shoulder as she cried into his shoulder. Erica tightly grabbed onto him until Stiles had to sit down and rock her in his arms.

Lydia and Allison let go of Derek and went over to Stiles, tears streaming down their smooth faces. Stiles glanced up and opened his arms- without a word the girls fell into his embrace.

"We're so sorry, Stiles. We should have been there," Lydia began but Stiles shushed her quickly with a kiss to her forehead.

"We were just trying to protect you, but it looks like you're the one who protected us," Boyd said.

The other boys nodded in agreement and Derek found himself on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees. "Stiles, we're sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault," he said tears ran down his face, but he was done caring.

Stiles gently let go of the girls and crawled towards him. He brought him in his arms and Derek pressed his face against his chest.

"No, I don't want you guys blaming yourselves for anything. You guys, especially you, Derek- will not be living in empty guilt. Got it? I- I love you guys. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come back, but I thought you'd all be better without me," he stuttered out.

Derek heard a number of growls and he left the comfort of Stiles' chest to look the boy in the eyes.

"We would not be better without you, Stiles. Why the hell would you think that?" Derek said.

"Actually don't answer that because I bet it's a stupid reason anyways," Jackson glowered.

"Stiles, how could you?" Scott whined.

Stiles laughed which surprised them all, "You guys are so cute. How the hell did I not notice this?"

"Notice what?" Isaac asked his blue eyes gazing at Stiles.

Stiles shook his head, "That you guys love me."

"Of course we love you! You big dork! How could you not notice that? The nut job vampire noticed and you didn't?" Lydia said with disbelief in her green eyes.

"Damn it, Stiles. Do we need to get a tattoo of it or what?" Boyd chuckled.

"Well, I'm sorry. Jesus. I didn't know the constant picking on me and broody moods of yours was supposed to be taken as love and not annoyance," Stiles remarked.

"First of all, you are annoying. Secondly, if we didn't love you we wouldn't have dealt with it," Jackson replied.

"Stiles, I love you," Allison said.

"Me too! You should know that," Scott yelped.

Everyone began to pronounce their love for Stiles except Derek. He sat their silently watching Stiles.

"Okay, okay. I know, sorry. There were a lot of things on my mind and no, I will never tell you what they were," Stiles whispered.

"I love you," he finally said.

Stiles startled and gazed at him.

"You do?" he asked.

"Oh yeah! He does! A lot!" Scott answered for Derek.

"Scott, shut up!" Erica shouted.

Stiles turned towards them then back at Derek. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Derek's breath caught in his throat.

"I love you too, sour wolf," he said.

They stared into each other's for what seemed like eternity and Derek would have kept doing it if it wasn't for Erica.

"Now kiss," she laughed.

"What? No, not right now! Ugh! Kiss when I'm not looking!" Jackson whined.

"Then turn around!" Lydia smirked.

"Whoa. Do you want to kiss me, big bad alpha?" Stiles asked teasingly. He poked Derek's chest and Derek grabbed his wrist.

"No," he muttered still not letting go of Stiles' hand.

"Oh my God. You so want to! You love me! Admit it!"

"Stiles," Derek began.

"Yes?" Stiles said as he leaned towards him.

Derek didn't think- he quickly cupped Stiles' perfect face in his hands and kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm. He felt Stiles' hands go around his neck and then he was being tugged closer to Stiles' hard chest.

"It's about time," someone said but Derek paid no mind.

He kissed Stiles' until his lips were swollen and his lungs begged for air. He reluctantly pulled back and stared into Stiles' eyes.

Stiles smiled, "Did you know Akamai means wisdom?"

Derek barked out a laugh and brought Stiles in closer. His pack slowly surrounded them and fitted themselves into a little pile.

"You guys are my family and I love you all. I know it's pretty obvious, but I just needed to say it for reasons you'll never understand," Stiles said.

Erica, Lydia, and Allison smiled in unison and kissed Stiles' face then returned to their place and cuddled in closer.

"We love you too, Stiles," they said.

"You're my hero," Derek said.

Stiles' head snapped up, "I'm your what?"

"My hero."

"Our hero," Lydia corrected.

The face Stiles made at that would forever be in Derek's heart. His smile spread so wide and his eyes sparkled. His cheeks turned slightly pink and Derek wanted to so badly pull him and kiss him, but that would just be awkward because his pack were pressed around them.

"Since you guys are like together now, does the make Stiles like pack mom?" Isaac asked.

"Oh my God! No, Isaac just no. Don't ever say that again," Stiles groaned.

Derek laughed and hugged him tighter.

He was happy.

Stiles was back and in his arms.

His pack was around him and safe.

He didn't care what would happen in the future.

As long as they were all together, they would get through it.

Together.


Okay so this is it! I hope you guys enjoyed it! Reviews would be greatly appreciated and if you're wondering what happened to Gloria- I honestly don't know. I know some of you probably wanted revenge for what she did to Stiles (which was briefly brought back in this chapter) but I just couldn't find a way to fit in. I wanted this to be a cute ending with no more death and I really loved the inspiring scene with Akamai and Stiles. So I apologize if it's not what you expected. Once again reviews greatly appreciated. Now, that this one is finished and Self Sacrificed will soon be too- I'll be able to upload those other fics I've been dying to share with you guys!