Stiles - Change Anything

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I wouldn't change anything.

"Hey," Stiles said. "Are you ready to go?"

"No," you said.

He walked over to you and slipped his hand into yours. "It's going to be okay," he said. "You look beautiful."

"Doesn't really matter, does it?" You said. You pulled your hand away and walked out the door.

I knew I had to protect you.

Stiles drove. You weren't about to get behind the wheel. You couldn't think straight about anything. Nothing was safe, not even you. Not anymore.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked.

"What do you think?" You asked monotonously.

"I think you're trying too hard to hide how you feel."

You do know that I love you.

Derek's funeral was overwhelmingly short. You didn't want a lot of people there. Your sister Cora, and the pack had come, but that was it.

The priest spoke in the most simple of terms. He didn't say how Derek died. He didn't say who he died for.

Stiles sat by you the whole time. He never said anything, but you could feel him watching you the entire time.

If I could go back, I'd do everything just the same.

"Do you want to stay in tonight?" Stiles asked on the drive home. You had moved in with him temporarily after Derek died.

"Yeah," you answered.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked.

"Not hungry."

It's okay. As long as you're okay, everything is fine.

"You don't have to blame yourself," Stiles said once you were home. You lay in bed with him.

"Why not?" You whispered.

"Because it's not your fault."

"He died saving me. It's all my fault."

"You didn't kill him," Stiles said.

"He made the deal to save me," you said calmly. "Deucalion would have killed me if Derek hadn't traded himself. I may as well have been the one to kill him."

"It's not your fault, [Y/N]," Stiles said. You didn't say anything for a while after that. It's exactly what Derek had said. And then Stiles added, "Derek would much rather you be alive than him. He loved you too much to let you go."

I'd make that deal a thousand times if it meant saving you.

"Stiles," you said as he was asleep.

"Yeah?" He said tiredly.

"Thanks."

"For what?" He asked.

"For making everything okay again."

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