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`Six. Stiles we're at six.´ Derek says with a heavy sigh, he had hoped Stiles would have been strong enough to show any sign that he was still there inside that body, and very much ready to argue against Derek because that is what Stiles does.
`You really should try and help me out here.´ Derek says as he looks up at the face he does not recognize. He would like nothing more than to see those fine eyes he loves so much to look at him. He needs to hear Stiles talk about everything and anything, he needs to hear Stiles call him Sourwolf. He needs Stiles to be around to call him on his bullshit.
Derek knows that when Stiles has been turned everything will be possible once more, and he clings to that hope like a mad man. Derek will be able to rebuild his pack, Stiles will be the wisdom behind Derek and Derek will protect and love his mate till the end of time. With Stiles by his side Derek will not only rebuild a pack but also the Hale House, a house where there will be enough room for a growing pack and Sheriff Stilinski.
When Stiles has been turned there will be no reason for Derek to continue growling and snarling at any other males that come sniffing at his beloved, no reason to belittle those females that start to take an interest in his mate, for Stiles will feel the pull of the bond between them. And once they have been bonded, mated, neither one of them can ever find pleasure or desire from other werewolves or humans.
`Seven. You have no idea, no idea do you?´ Derek whispers into the skin of the one he loved, `You have no idea of how much I love you. But you will.´
`You have no idea for how long I have loved you.´ Derek plants a small kiss with each word, hoping his passion and love will be enough to bring Stiles back to him.
Derek knows that Stiles will need to go to college, the boy will need it even if the pull between Derek and Stiles will try and convince the younger man that there is no such need; that all he needs is Derek. But Derek will do what it takes for Stiles to go. Peter will of course use his influences to get Derek's mate into Standford, he knows Peter had already begun the task of securing interviews for the boy.
Derek could perhaps find a small apartment for him and Stiles near the college that Stiles would choose to attend.
`Eight.´ Derek whispers, his throat feels thick, he is getting nervous.
Derek hoped for the best but feared the worst. His mate might take the bite, but how Stiles would live with the fact that Derek hadn't given him a chance to choose. Derek couldn't imagine how Stiles would react, but he would handle it and beg for forgiveness. He feared that once Lydia told Stiles where and what Derek had been up too when Stiles had been so close to death, that Stiles might feel betrayed the new wolf might not trust Derek after that but Derek would work to rebuild it like he would rebuild the Hale House for his mate.
`Baby, we're at nine. Nine, Stiles.´
Derek isn't sure how the Sheriff will take the news that his son is a werewolf and that his son has a mate, a mate that just happens to be Derek Hale. Derek can only hope that his father-in-law will be more thrilled by his son not dying than the fact that his son is a werewolf, and that Derek has one desire and that is to mate with his boyfriend.
`Ten. Ten, Stiles, ten.´ Derek purrs into the flesh of his beloves wrist, he feels himself change to be more a beast than man. He feels his wolf and the joy it feels come out, just before his fangs sink into the flesh. Derek places all his trust into this one bite but before he has a chance to finish he feels it, the change and he is admitedly surprised by the pulse growing stronger and the heart starting to beat in the familiar way. He looks up at the young man and waits, he hears the breathing grow easier for the broken body. He can smell the infection being fought.
Derek can feel the madness that had started to bloom within him to slowly grow weaker for his anchor is returning.
`Stiles?´ Derek whispers, and he feels his wolf jump with joy. `Stiles?´
The body begins to move, and Derek believes everything will be alright. He feals tears of joy start to fall. He kisses the hand starting from the fine skin, then the palm of the hand and the back as well, whispering words of love and praising his brave mate. He believes he will be allowed a life of joy and not sorrow, he will be given what he had feared he would never have.
Derek can imagine him and Stiles in bed, Derek giving Stiles everything he has to offer. He can imagine going to bed with Stiles every night for the rest of their lives. He imagines Stiles ordering Derek around, because he is too hard on Scott. He can see the day he and Stiles are married, he knows he will pretend not to be bothered much while he makes sure everything will be perfect on the all important day. He imagines growing old with Stiles, and the two will watch their pack grow. Hope is there for them.
Derek is so deep in his dreams of the future he will have that it is only when a sharp sound pierce through the illusion his mind had created, and suddenly he feels it, how cold the hand he holds has become; a hand that had always embraced Derek's warmth and taking it to change Stiles' heat. He can no longer hear the fine heart beating, it is still and it is silent.
`No.´ Derek breathes out and reaches for that young face that has been destroyed, `no. No. Please, don't do this to me. Stiles!´
The unfamilair skin is cold to the touch, and Derek whimpers as he tries to finds some warmth any that would prove his love still lives. Derek sees the black thick fluid bleed out from what is left of the once so adorable, black tears dance from the sealed eyes, it only lasts for a moment before the fluids stop their movement and Derek screams and pulls the boy up into his arms, he nuzzles the neck and whispers for Stiles to fight and return to him.
`Stiles, please...´
The cage breaks as the wolf becomes aware that it has lost its mate, it howls its sorrow and then its rage out into the world for all to hear. And as the Alpha's enter his mates chamber it becomes enraged, and attacks without thought, for surely they are here to take its mate away. The Alpha's fight him but not to kill, they call out a name familiar but of no importance, and the mourning Alpha does not care. It is crazed and vengeful when it smells its mate on so many of them, he hates them all for they must have done something to make its bite fail and kill the one that mattered.
The Alpha fights it is close to killing the one who it knows is to blame, the one who had no right to be so loved by the Alpha's mate, but he does not care of past affections, but before the killing blow claws rip its throat and blood that should be inside the Alpha's body escape. Trembling arms wrap around the stunned Alpha who tries to cover the wound, and a familiar voice whisper into his ear, `It's alright. Derek, it's alright. You can let go. Let go, Derek.´
The Alpha looks over at the man who holds it, the familiar face greatly pained and he knows this man but can not recall how. As the life of the Alpha slips he looks over at the Alpha's that all look like they are suffering a great sorrow; the curly haired youth with the glowing red eyes whispers that familiar name the man holding the dying Alpa says with love, the dark skinned youth who smells like he has been bathing in the blood of a female Alpha turns his glowing red orbs away and says a short apology, the Alpha that it had nearly killed has left them and is now in the room of the dead mate and screams out that lovely name.
`Stiles!´ A human male yells as he runs into the room where the beautiful boy lays now alone.
The dying Alpha smiles as it hears a familiar voice call from the far off distance, `Come on Sourwolf, my mama's waiting to meat you.´