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A Hotel by UC Irvine | Monday Evening

It was time for another campus visit trip, this time to a state that didn't completely suck. The tour wasn't actually until tomorrow so that left Stiles with a whole evening to watch TV and take advantage of Derek's credit card by ordering a ton of room service.

What? At least he was sharing.

"Ugh. I got pepperoni on the bedspread."

[For the werewolf sugar daddy]

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"Caring gets people killed," Derek snapped, not able to keep that once inside. "So you're better off here. Aren't you?"

"No, I'm really not," Stiles said. "You're not going to get me hurt or killed, Derek. You've done nothing but try to protect me."

"You won't let me try," Derek replied, tugging his jacket on roughly. "Now I know why."

Oh, now he was looking broken again. Oh thank god, back to angry once more.

"That's not why, and you know it! I didn't want you to get hurt!" Stiles argued. "I want you to help me, that's why I'm trying to be honest with you. It'll kill me if you get hurt trying to help me, but I'm taking the risk because it wasn't fair of me to try to stop you."

It had taken his dad being kidnapped by the darach to figure that out, but figure it out he did.

Stop being the mature one here! It wasn't fair to Derek's crippled emotional age!

"How the hell would I know anything?" Derek snapped. They were just lucky the room service people weren't around now. "You're the one seeing my future."

His horrible, horrible future.

"You know me though, don't you? And I know that you can hear it when I lie," Stiles said. "I didn't invite you here out of pity and I sure as hell don't think that you protecting me is going to get me killed."

He did still think that protecting him was going to get Derek killed.

"Boyd and Erica wasn't the other Derek's fault and that doesn't even have to be your future. You're not him, Derek."

"It doesn't matter," Derek hissed. "Everyone I care about dies, Stiles. I can't have a pack again. I can't have--"

You know. You.

"I am alone. That's all I'm ever going to be."

"No, you just think you should be alone because you're afraid," Stiles corrected. "You're not actually alone because I'm still here."

Well, yes. Afraid and full of self loathing. LOOK AT HIM GO!

Derek stared at him for that. "Why?"

Oh god he had to tread lightly here lest he reveal something that could possibly freak Derek out more.

"I've been stuck to your side for over a year and you still have to ask me that?" Stiles said. "You're my friend, you asshole. My best friend, sharing that title with Scott. I care about you and I'm not going to let you be alone."

SO MUCH FREAKING OUT.

"Maybe you should."

"Well I'm not," Stiles said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're just going to have to deal with that."

You were talking to the guy who almost got lit on fire trying to talk Scott down from wolfsbane craziness, he wasn't about to back down now.

Yeah, but ~True Alpha~ and childhood best friend vs Actual Hot Mess Derek Hale.

"Then I'll do it for you."

"What exactly do you think you're going to accomplish by doing that? I'm still losing my mind, Derek. I'm still responsible for whatever hell the nemeton is going to unleash upon Beacon Hills," he said. "If you can't watch me be thrown into a nut house or watch me die at the hand of whatever supernatural creature is coming to town next, fine, then just say that. But don't think for one second you're doing me any favors by leaving because you're not."

"Don't think you know me," Derek snarled. Because why not just pull a 'I'm doing this for your own good' thing now! "I don't care what happens to you."

"So you've been overprotective and caring over the last year for fun?" He wasn't Isaac, he knew what you were doing, Derek.

Shhhhh. Don't bring up obvious things. It ruins all the glaring plot holes, Stiles.

"Maybe I just felt bad for the kid who wouldn't leave me the hell alone."

"If you want to hurt me you're going to have to do better than that," he said. "It's going to take a lot of convincing to get me to believe you don't care about me."

...don't you make him do this. It will end badly for everyone. Mostly him.

"Really, Stiles?" Derek asked, leaning into his personal space and smiling viciously. There might have been a little bit of an angry coy look. Because he did a lot of things angry. "Why is it you keep coming to see me?"

Stiles managed to stand his ground even if he wanted to back away. He really didn't like where this was going. Maybe it was a nightmare after all. "Do we need to go over the friends thing again?"

"What is it that friends do?" Derek asked. Because he was that douchenozzle. Look at him go! "Do you jerk off in Scott's bed a lot, Stiles?"

Everyone get your popcorn popped! IT'S GIF TIME.

Stiles cheeks turned a little red at being called out on that and he looked just beside Derek rather than right at him, but he didn't move. "I'm a teenage boy; I jerk off in a lot of places."

This was true. The bathroom at the Perk, the gym locker room, wherever he felt the need.

"Let me make it clear for you," Derek hissed. "We're not going to be a thing. I'm not interested in desperate teenagers."

Wow, Derek. Be more blunt. Also, lie more.

Stiles jerked back like he had been slapped, looking shocked for a moment. The look was quickly replaced with one of sadness and embarrassment. Stiles' face got redder and he looked down at the floor, his eyes glassy like he was trying to hold back tears. "I never thought we were going to be."

His self-esteem issues prevented him from thinking that and, wow, you just made them worse, Derek. Thanks.

"You know not even Lydia did to me what you just did and she had more of a right to do it," Stiles said shakily. Tears started to fall but he did his best to stand up straight and not look pathetic while he was trying to get this out. "I obviously made a mistake feeling that way about you."

He knew Derek was still trying to hurt him and in the back of his head he even knew that this was hurting Derek too but he was so embarrassed and ashamed about being called out on his stupid crush that he really couldn't think logically at the moment.

Derek balled his hands into fists because giving Stiles a manly shoulder clasp would ruin this whole attempt to... ruin their friendship. Yeah. He didn't have the best plans, let's be honest, guys.

Instead, he lifted his chin, looking unaffected by all this. "You did," Derek said, pressing past him so that he could leave the room.

And brood. A lot.

And not listen to Stiles cry as he hated himself oh so much more.

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