A/N: Obviously, I apparently can't leave this alone, so it's a three-shot… for now.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Three:

I wasn't ready to face the rest of the pack. Truth be told, I wasn't sure that I would ever be. Derek swore that I could take as long as I needed, but I knew that if I didn't surface soon, Scott would probably do something stupid and I didn't want him to do anything Peter. Just thinking about the possibility made me physically sick. He's my rock – my anchor. I doubt I would have been able to survive the past week, without him. He's been so great, so patient. I owe him so much and I doubt I'll ever be able to repay him. He swears up and down that he doesn't want anything in return, just my well-being. How did I get so lucky?

"Are you sure that you're ready for this, sweetheart?" Peter asked me, as he held my hand in his. I looked over at him and shook my head.

"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for it. I just… I need to get this over with." I explained. He nodded, like my explanation was enough. Maybe it was. I don't know. I'm just praying that I can keep it together long enough to face them all.

"You're strong enough to do this. You don't owe them anything. Please, try to remember that." He gave me a quick pep talk. I nodded and Peter moved too fast for me to comprehend that he was pulling me into his arms and hugging me. I relaxed in his embrace and let myself just be held. He pulled away just enough to press his lips against mine and my heart soared. How does he do this to me? "You won't be alone. You can handle this." He reminded me, as he broke our hug. I nodded and tried to focus on something other than Peter's lips and how good he smelled.

"So it's true? You're actually with Peter?" Isaac asked, as soon as we walked into Derek's loft. I nodded and forced myself to look him in the eye. "Huh, well, good for you." He said and turned his attention back on the book that he was reading. Scott and Allison stayed quiet. They didn't say much. Jackson and Lydia just stared at me. It's times like these that I wish Erica was here. I miss her. She was always good at breaking the silence.

"Stiles, it's good to see you. I'm glad you came." Derek spoke. I looked at him and gave him a small smile. Did he really mean it? I didn't trust my voice. "The reason we all wanted to see you, was to apologize. I'm sorry that we always took you for granted and never considered your well-being, until it was too late and the damage was already done. You're more than just a human. You help hold this pack together. I don't think any of us really realized how much, until you weren't here and we kept falling apart. I don't know how you do it and I don't expect forgiveness, but at the very least, you deserve an apology. We are sorry and we do value you, Stiles." Derek admitted. I was floored. I never expected to hear that, especially from Derek. It's so unlike him. He's never given a rat's ass before.

"He's right. I've been a bad friend. I don't deserve a best friend, like you Stiles. You're always there, when I need you, and I haven't been there for you, like I should have been. You needed me and you had to go through everything alone, until Peter helped you. He's done more than all of us have. I just… I hope that when you're ready, you'll give us another chance… You'll give me another chance. I miss you." Scott apologized and I was terrified that I would breakdown in front of everyone. That's the last thing that I want. They already know that I'm weak. The last thing I need is to seem even weaker.

"You were the only one to try and make sure that I was okay through everything, Stiles. You cared so much, when I thought my pain was invisible to everyone, but every time I started to crack, you were there to help me through it. I am so unbelievably sorry that none of us were there for you. I will never forgive myself." Lydia confessed, as she walked over to me. She put a tentative hand out and waited for permission to touch me. I nodded and Peter let me go. Lydia wrapped her arms around me. I broke down and sobbed, against her. It wasn't long until the rest of the pack surrounded us and joined our embrace. Just like that, I knew that they were forgiven. I knew they were being honest and sincere. I love them. That could never change. I just think that I needed to know that they loved me, too.