Sterek one-shots

If I Die Young

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Stiles sat on the couch in Derek's loft, his leg bouncing rapidly as he bit his fingernails. "You okay?" Scott asked bringing the boy a slice of pizza. "Huh? Uh, Y-Yeah. I just..my pills ran out the other day and the doctor is being stupid so they won't let me get them from the pharmacy myself and my dad hasn't had a chance to stop before they close and...yeah." He said. It's not a total lie. "Okay." Scott said rubbing the others back before walking off. 

Stiles hadn't taken his pills, he couldn't, but that wasn't why he was so anxious. Waiting for days on end for test results from the hospital doesn't make anyone feel good. He felt a hand wrap around his thigh knowing it was Derek. He turned to smile at the other before picking at his pizza again.

Scott POV

A few days passed and nobody had heard from Stiles, I had no clue why my best friend is M.I.A all of sudden, Derek hadn't heard from him since the last meeting with everyone, even Isaac wasn't sure what was going on. That's when I decided to drop by his house, if he wasn't there I might be able to figure out where he ran off too.

I knocked on his bedroom door before walking in. He was laying in bed, blankets pulled up to his chin, eyes puffy and red. "Hey buddy." I said sitting on his bed by him. "What's wrong?" I asked. He locked eyes with me before looking toward his desk and back. "Are you really not going to use your words?" I mumbled grabbing the envelope. I opened it skimming through the words until I found what got him so upset. "You..you have dementia? L-like your mom?" I asked. I turned back to see him starting to cry again. "No, Stiles, It'll be okay." I said pulling him into a sitting position so I could hug him. He shook his head. "No, it's not." He whispered, tears staining my shoulder.

We sat like that for a half-hour when his dad walked in. He sighed walking over and setting a bag-that I'm assuming has Stiles' pills in it-on his nightstand and sitting on the bed himself. Stiles gave his dad the saddest look I've ever seen as he started crying again. I watched as his dad pulled him onto his lap like he was a little kid again and held him close. "it's going to be okay Stiles." He cooed rocking the other back and fourth. Stiles didn't answer, instead he tightened his grip around his dad as if the smallest breeze would blow him out of reach.

"I-I have to get to work..I'll come by later, okay?" I told him. He nodded, his dad left a few minutes ago to return to work himself. I got up seeing Derek climbing onto the roof, they haven't told anyone about their relationship but, we aren't stupid. I opened the window for him before turning to the door and leaving. The only thing I heard before I left was Derek's voice asking "What's wrong?" and Stiles bursting into tears again.

Derek POV

Hearing why Stiles was upset completely shattered my heart. Hearing his reasoning on why he was upset, made it worse.

"I don't even care if I die. I mean, it's not like I like me. But I care about Scott, what's he going to have to deal with if I die? My dad, he already went through this with my mom, I'm all he has left. A-and you, I'm supposed to be your mate. What is that going to do to you." He said through his tears.

I don't care if I die. I mean, it's not like I like me.

His words rang through my head for the rest of the night. I held him close even after he had fallen asleep but I wasn't able to sleep myself. How could I have not realize Stiles thought things like this? How could I not realize he didn't like himself?