Connections

The Beginning of

Stiles and his dad stood at the head of the casket. The shining black ring stood out from her pale hands as his tears stained his face.

The day stiles' heart was broken was the day he almost lost his best friend and his life. It had been the monster of the week that had pushed Stiles in a clif of depression after the deadly encounter.

Bursting through the hospital doors Stiles and Derek rushed in carrying a bloody and unconscious Scott. Derek having several deep cuts but not life threatening, while Stiles had bruises covering his body from the beating he received. Melissa although seeing her son in such state kept a straight face and with a calm voice directed them, "Place him on this bed and tell me what happened." With a gloved hand she examined the wounds and orderd for an I.V to be inserted immediately on her son. "Pack business," Derek had murmured.

Stiles stood there with worry and teary eyes as he saw how they treated Scott. A nurse with grey scrubs neared them pushing them out the operating room. "What were you thinking Stiles?" Stiles turned from the doors to Derek who had been standing behind him. "What makes you think you could of taken that thing alone when we as a pack had struggled?" With a strong frustrated voice Derek demanded an answer. His hands had been in fists on his sides, claws cutting into his flesh. His eyes glowed crimson as he talked through his fangs. Stiles stared straight into his eyes and answered, "I knew what I was doing. I had a plan but you came after me." A growl rang loudly through the room." Throwing yourself into danger like that, expecting me not to show up. You can't protect yourself! You're weak, a human! And I can't always be there to protect you! What if I would of lost you there?" Stiles took a step closer but Derek stepped back. His eyes were glassy and he furrowed his eyebrows. The crimson was overwhelming now, "That's why from now on...you don't need to show up for pack meetings." He looked away from Stiles and in a clear voice continued, "I think we should take a break...I don't want to see you near my pack anymore."

Swollowing the lump in his throat, tears rolling down his blotchy cheeks, Stiles answered back. "If that's how you want it. Atleast have the courage to look me in the eyes and tell me all of this. You know good as hell that this weak human has saved your asses more than enough times by himself." He licked his lips and looked at the door on the far corner of the room. "If that's what you want, I won't go near them.." Stiles closed his eyes tightly, releasing a shuttering breath. "And near you."