Sterek one-shots

Thank You

Derek stood in front of the large wall of windows looking out toward the town. The smell of wolfsbane was so strong he wanted to gag as he fiddled with the gun in his hand. The past few years had been so hard. He didn't want to take it anymore. He wasn't pack, not really. He was accidentally an alpha but Scott was in charge. He was only considered pack because they all felt bad that his family died in a fire. Which was his fault. He let her into their lives. He trusted her far more than he should've. He didn't even know her. Not really. So, the pack didn't need him. Wouldn't miss him. But he missed his pack. His mom, his dad, fucking Laura. God he missed his family. He was so fucked up. He didn't know how to do anything. His mom was in charge. She never had him help make big decisions because Laura was next to take reign if anything were to happen. But then Laura died too. He had nobody. Cora hasn't spoken to him in months and he doesn't blame her. He doesn't even want to be around himself anymore. Peter looks at him with such disappointment and god it fucking hurts so much. He used to look up to Peter. They were so close. And now? Now Peter doesn't even want to be in the same room as the younger.

Derek let out a long sigh, a tear falling slowly down his cheek. He didn't want to be in pain anymore. He didn't want to keep disappointing everyone around him. Even if the pack didn't care for him he cared so much for the pack and knowing that he just keeps messing up kills him more and more every day.

So he's done. He's done disappointing everyone. He's done messing everything up. He's done with the pitiful looks he gets from every fucking person in town. He's just done. Because nobody would care. Nobody would notice. He cocks the gun, turns it around toward him, and places it in his mouth.

'I'm sorry.' He thinks to himself. His finger on the trigger. He has to work himself up to it. Count down from five and then squeeze. If the bullet doesn't kill him instantly the wolfsbane will put him out of his misery.

"Hey, Derek."

He dropped the gun. Stiles was behind him. Plastic bags ruffling in his hands as he set them on the table.

"I knew you probably hadn't gone shopping in awhile so I figured I'd get you some groceries." He said pulling some stuff out, oblivious to what Derek was about to do. "I mean, it's nothing really, since I eat all your food anyways." He laughed.

Derek uncocked the gun, hit the safety, and threw it in the drawer of the side table by the couch.

He watched as Stiles was putting groceries away, humming quietly to himself. It was such a simple thing. It really wasn't important. The pack always came over. But Stiles went out of his way to make sure he had groceries. So he had something to eat. So it was a stupid, simple, selfless act that Stiles would probably do for anyone, but it was important to Derek.

Stiles finally turned to look at the Wolf after feeling uncomfortable under his stares for so long. His jaw dropped as he looked at the other.

"Der?" He said softly, walking toward him. "Derek, what's wrong?"

As soon as those words flew out of his mouth Derek broke. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He just started crying uncontrollably as Stiles wrapped him in his arms.

A couple hours passed and Stiles managed to get Derek to calm down. They were sitting on the couch in silence. Derek's head was laying in Stiles' lap as the younger ran his fingers through the dark locks of hair on the others head.

"I was gonna kill myself." Derek whispered. "Just before you walked in."

Stiles' fingers paused their motion temporarily. Moving again as Derek spoke.

"Why'd you bring me groceries?"

"Because you need to eat. I care about you, Der. A lot. I'd be devastated if you died."

"You wouldn't be." He sat up. "Nobody would be."

Stiles laced their fingers together. "We all would be." Derek dropped his gaze from the youngers face. "I love you, Derek."

Derek sniffled, shaking his head, "no you don't." His voice cracked.

Stiles reached his hand up to make Derek look at him. "I love you Derek Samuel Hale. I always will." He rubbed his thumb across the stubbled cheek, wiping the tears away.

"How?" Derek started with a shakey voice, "how can you love me when I hate me?"

Stiles smiled, "because you don't see yourself the way I see you. You're so brave and strong and caring. You do whatever you can to help people who have never helped you and you don't ever expect anything in return. Yo-"

Derek cut him off, "I killed my whole family."

"You did not." He frowned. "You didn't light the fire, you did not trap everyone inside, you did not use someone to get information, you didn't know any better Derek. You were a kid. Kids mess up. You let her get into your head but you did not kill your family. You just got stuck in a bad position."

"Cora and Peter think it's my fault."

"They do not you big tree." Derek scrunched his eyebrows back at him. "Peter thinks you hate him, so he leaves you be. Cora, well she felt like she needed to find herself after everything and figured you didn't really want to get in her way so she left."

"How do you know?"

"I talk to them occasionally." Stiles squeezed Derek's hand again. "Derek, I promise you we all care about you and nobody hates you. We need you."

"Promise you won't leave...?" Derek whispered looking away as if he was ashamed of the vulnerability in his voice.

"I'm not going anywhere, Der."

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Stiles let go of the elders hand, Derek shooting his gaze toward him immediately.

Stiles chuckled, "I'm gonna make dinner, we're gonna watch a movie, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"

Derek nodded, "okay." Stiles began to walk toward the kitchen when Derek called after him.

"Yeah, Der?"

"Thank you."

Hi, I'm not dead. I just feel like I am. I never see stories where Derek's depressed and Stiles saves him so I wanted to write one. Okay, bye.

Sam