Disclaimer: I, in no way, own any rights to the TV show, Teen Wolf...a small part of me wants Derek Hale and Stiles for her own though. The rest of you can have Scott.

Author's Note: Hey everybody. I am so sorry to any readers waiting on Desperately. I fell out of inspiration fro a spell and will be trying to resume it as quickly as possible. It will get finished and has not been abandoned. Also, I was inspired for this fic out of the blue. Literally. I haven't had any drive to write lately due to a sudden tragedy within my family, but when my sister in law got me hooked on the new MTV show and I saw Stiles and Derek and their chemistry my fan-girl mind exploded. When I sifted through the debris, I found this story. Inspired from the song Last One Standing by Hot Chelle Rae and does contain some lyrics from the song at the end...*takes breath*...With all that said, enjoy.

Last One Standing

The hospital had been easy to maneuver from the complete lack of staff occupying the halls. Allowing Derek to get to his Uncle's hospital room from Stiles' Jeep in record time.

Derek, at Stiles' whispered words of: "Oh my God, I'm gonna die," had put on a burst of speed as he ran through the halls. The words had been said so casually and with a finality to them that Derek's heart had paused for a full beat and his quick steps towards his Uncle's room had faltered.

Peter's little chuckle at Stiles expense had him moving again and running into the corridor the two were in within moments from the younger boy's whispered words.

Now, Derek had been taught since he was but a pup on how to use any and all abilities he had to stay alive and beat any opponent. He had used all these techniques taught to him, by his father, over the course of his life when presented with a life or death situation. Mostly due to classic hunters like the Argent family. Allowing Derek to always be prepared for anything. So when Derek came upon the scene he was ready for a fight.

However, seeing Stiles' doe-like eyes wide in terror, standing between a psychotic Nurse and his crazed Uncle, set something off inside of the Derek. Something he wasn't prepared for. Something that stemmed from just one word:

Rage.

A pure animal-like unadulterated rage filled his chest and his eyes began to bleed from meadow green to winter blue. A growl bubbled up from deep within Derek's chest, as he wolfed out. Falling from his lips, low and menacing. His wolf was not happy.

At the growl, Stile's eyes locked onto his gaze, relief and fear mixed together inside of the dark-chocolate colored orbs.

The frantic beating of the teen's heart and his eyes pleading for help, had Derek rushing forward. He came between Stiles and the Nurse, giving her a pop in the face with the back of his elbow.

She fell to the ground carelessly and would definitely wake up with a major headache and broken nose once this was all over with.

Stiles' eyes widened, holding amusement and disbelief, at what Derek had just done. He couldn't believe that the older wolf was actually there and although Stiles knew it was just to take down the Alpha, a small part inside of the young teen held onto that hope that it was because he, Stiles, was in danger. That Derek had come to Stiles rescue and not because they had spent the better part of the month trying to find the damn beast-thing in front of them.

Derek drank in the sight of the younger boys body. Tracing over every inch with his eyes and using his heightened sense of smell to see if the young man was bleeding. A small insecure little smile and a pink tinge on round cheeks, showed for the briefest of seconds on Stiles', face as he watched the older Werewolf's eyes trace over him. The exchange was broken as the Alpha's voice reminded both, teen and Beta, of his presence.

"Derek."

Both looked at the slightly-burnt but handsome man and Derek gave a low growl, "Stiles. Get down."

Not needing to be told twice, Stiles quickly slide down the wall and crawled out of the way. Praying in his mind, as he crept behind a counter, for Derek to royally kick his not-so-sick Uncle's ass.

Peter's eyes were alight with laughter and a cocky little smile was plastered on his face.

"Well isn't this just an excellent turn of events."

Derek ignored the statement and growled out, "How long were you pretending?"

"Never mind that now, what I want to know is when and how long this thing has been going on for?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The boy."

Derek didn't pretend to not know of whom his Uncle was speaking of and answered with, "What about him?"

One of Peter's eyebrows quirked up, "You haven't realized yet?"

"Realized what?" Derek asked, feigning ignorance.

Peter smiled and glanced over to the counter that Stiles was hiding behind. Deciding to play with his nephew for a little while, Peter whispered under his breath so only Derek could hear him, "Realized what a fine piece of ass he is. Look at what a tight little body that boy has, don't you think? So young and firm."

Derek's fangs lengthened out fully now and his eyes flashed in anger.

"Virginal and sweet and anyone's for the taking." His nephew's heart rate increased and another low growl echoed throughout the room.

"I bet he would be so tight and unbelievably hot wrapped around me. Crying out in pain as I take what I want from him."

Derek's breathing became labored and his claws were piercing the skin of his palms when his fists tightened.

Peter took a few slow steps towards Derek, stopping just in front of the Beta Wolf as he continued to bait his nephew.

"Just imagine it." Peter said walking around Derek in slow circles, "The boy beneath me, panting and crying out in pain as I take him. Use him. His voice calling out my name. His pleas for me to stop and continue at the same time, falling from such lush lips."

Derek's eyes had closed and he was trying very hard to control his breathing and his rage as he imagined what his uncle was describing. The scene playing out in his mind had Derek feeling as if a thousand knives were piercing through him.

Stiles' voice crying out every time his Uncle thrust into the younger boy's body.

Stiles' eyes leaking tears.

Stiles' body taut and sweaty as he was taken.

Taken by someone who wasn't Derek.

Peter's voice drifted back to him, "I wonder how he would feel about it?"

Peter leaned in and whispered the final part right in Derek's ear, "How he would feel being corrupted by me for my pleasure. Marked by me. This boy would be mine. Stiles would be mine and there would be nothing you could do about it."

In a flash, Derek's eyes snapped open, he turned quicker than the Alpha could comprehend and he soon had his uncle pinned up against the wall by his throat. The Beta's muscles bunched under his leather jacket and he snarled, tightening his grip around the older man's throat.

The minute his uncle had said those last words and how Stiles would be his, Derek had snapped.

No one would have HIS boy.

HIS lover.

HIS Mate.

Hands grasped onto Derek's forearms and the Alpha growled loudly. His brown eyes bled to gold then to red and his fangs lengthened at the audacity of the Beta beneath him. Challenging him.

Peter growled long and low, the Alpha showing his displeasure at the younger Werewolf's actions, hoping to make his nephew submit.

All that resulted was Derek tightening his grip on the older man's throat and sharp claws breaking through the soft skin of the Peter's neck.

"Derek," Peter snarled, fangs showing, "Let. Me. Go."

The weaker, more submissive, part of Derek was telling him to submit to the Alpha. While his more dominant side burst forth and was snarling at him to keep the threat to his mate right where he was. His wolf was snarling inside, stating that if the threat was not neutralized then his Mate would be in danger and that...was not acceptable.

Peter struggled, he was losing his breath fast, the grip on his neck tightening. He clawed at the younger wolf's arms, causing lines of blood to start dripping from the strong forearms.

Hearing the growling and snarling had Stiles peeking over the top of his counter style fortress. His eyes widening in surprise as he he saw the Alpha pinned against the wall. Jumping up, Stiles whooped for joy and came around the front of the counter.

"That's my dog! Good boy!"

Both, Derek and Peter, growled at the affront of being likened to a common dog.

"Sorry. Jeez, I didn't think Werewolves were the sensitive type."

Peter turned his head towards the boy and smiled, a plan coming to the fore-front of the Alpha's mind. He needed a distraction. Glancing back down at Derek he smirked crudely, "Look out Derek or my Nurse's gun will make your boy's life very short."

Stiles 'eeped' and turned around quickly, looking for the gun aimed at him and hoping to dissuade woman from harming him and stopping Derek from finishing off the Alpha. When he turned, however, no one was there, just an empty hallway.

Derek had been so consumed with the threat in front of him that when Peter spoke of the nurse and her gun, he released his hold on the elder's throat and turned, ready to jump to Stiles defense.

It was all the time Peter needed.

He raked his claws down the others back and shoved him forward, as he himself, leapt backwards.

Derek's back arched and he whined in pain at the sting of claws raking down his spine.

Stiles turned back towards the duo at the sound of pained whimpers and watched in fascination as the two Werewolves circled each other, growling and snarling, before coming together in lightening quick fury.

Clothes and flesh were torn as claws and teeth made appearances in the brawl.

After catching Derek off guard with a punch to the gut, Peter pulled back and grabbed the younger Beta's shoulders. He lifted his nephew into the air and threw him across the room and into a hospital wall. A large chunk of the dry-wall broke off and pieces were falling to the ground with the large body that had hit it.

Derek fell to the floor in a heap and groaned in pain.

Not giving Derek any time to recover, Peter rushed over and grabbed Stiles left forearm, twisting it up and behind the boy. He spun them around so Stiles body faced Derek. The boy's body shielding the Alpha's body from harm. Peter raised his clawed fingers to the young teen's jugular and a cocky smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. OhmyGod." Stiles chanted, as he felt the pointy claws at his throat.

"I've underestimated you, nephew."

Derek growled and rose to his feet. His right shoulder had popped out of it's socket from the force of impact. Gripping his right arm with his left hand, Derek made quick work of relocating his shoulder and rotated it around a few times to ease the minor twinge he felt. When he was satisfied, Derek moved towards Stiles and Peter, his teeth bared and eyes alight with fury.

"Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn't if I were you." Peter said as he flexed his claws closer to the boys throat.

Derek stopped. Body tense and hate filling every bone of his body for the wolf he had once called family.

Peter smirked and looked between Derek and the teen in his arms.

"Seems to me that you were lying to little Scotty earlier. Speaking of his affection for the Hunter being a weakness, when in reality, it just makes you that much stronger. Doesn't it, Derek?"

A snarl reverberated through the room and Derek's ice blue eyes took in every little move and word his uncle said, while a wide-eyed Stiles was pressed up against the Alpha's chest.

"What are you talking about you crazy dog!"

Stiles squeaked, claws piercing his skin, a few drops of blood leaking out from under the nails.

Derek's nostrils flared at the smell of Stiles blood and he began to move forward once again.

"Any closer and I will tear him apart." Peter threatened.

Derek stopped moving.

Peter twisted Stiles' arm further up his back and his now golden eyes watched Derek's face as he leaned in and swiped his tongue over the young, sweaty flesh of the teenager.

What the hell, Stiles thought, eyes widening, "Ugh, Mr. Big scary dog, please don't lick me."

"But you taste so...delicious."

"I'll take your word for it. Uh, Derek, a little help." Brown eyes pleaded for Derek to do something, anything.

"Sorry boy, but as long as you're in my hands, he's under my control."

"The hell?...Why?"

"My nephew has always been a little slow when it comes down to matters of the heart."

"What are you talking about Fluffy?"

Peter snarled and flexed his claws, drawing more blood from the pale boy. "I'm talking about the fact that he is in love with you and wouldn't dare dream of putting you in harms way."

Crazy ass. "Derek Hale is so not in love with me. You need mental help dog-breath."

"Oh he so is, human. Derek is a Beta. He has to submit to me by way of our culture. As an Alpha I outrank him in everything, but yet you saw with your own eyes, this lowly Beta defy me. Why do you think that is?"

"Uh..."

"It's because he's found his one. His mate. His strength. Derek may not be completely aware of it yet, but his wolf certainly is. You are his boy, whether you like it or not. Well...you would have been."

"Would've been?" Stiles whispered.

Peter chuckled, "I can't very well allow him to have you, knowing how strong you make him."

Stiles eyes widened as the implications set in. Peter Wolf was going to kill him and Derek in one fell swoop. He would die of blood loss and Derek of a broken heart. A heart Stiles hadn't even known the slightly-older-but-extremely-hot werewolf had until moments ago. Now that he knew and that he had a spot in said heart, Stiles wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Well, shit, if you're going to do what I think you're going to do, do you mind if I ask you a question first?"

Slightly curious, Peter nodded his ascent.

"Do you find me attractive?"

Peter's brow drew together in confusion and Stiles lifted his leg, kicking back. Right in the family jewels, nice one Stiles, he congratulated himself as the hand on his throat and the one holding his arm let go of him and the Alpha doubled over.

Stiles quickly moved out of the way and yelled to Derek, "Get him boy! Sick him, Derek!"

As soon as Stiles was out of the way, Derek rushed forward and tackled Peter into the hospital room behind him. The door was kicked shut behind the two wolves and Stiles was left outside the room, wincing every time he heard a yowl of pain. He didn't know if it was Derek's or the Alpha's but the fact that it sounded painful still made him twitch uncomfortably.

It seemed like hours before the door opened again, but in reality it was only minutes. Stiles eyes watched the doorway anxiously until a tall, dark, and handsome Werewolf emerged.

Derek was bloody, sweaty, and scratched the fuck up, but alive.

"Thank God! Damn Hale, I thought I was gonna be that wolf's lunch or sex-slave or-"

Derek rushed forward, smashing his lips to the younger male's, effectively shutting him.

Stiles stood stock still while the Werewolf plundered his mouth like he was searching for gold. Apparently, Stiles thought, the Alpha wasn't kidding when he said Derek was hot for me. Growling, Derek pulled him closer and nipped at his bottom lip, the spunky teen got the message and kissed Derek back for all he was worth.

They kissed and bit and clutched each other desperately as their hearts collided.

Derek pulled back his eyes, back to their normal forest green, searched the smaller male's eyes. The dark brown eyes were filled with fire, lust, and love. It made Derek's knees go weak, well that and the blood loss. Derek fell to the ground clutching Stiles, bringing both to their knees on the hospital floor.

"Whoa. Didn't know I had that kind of effect on you Hale." A cocky smirk followed the statement and Derek groaned.

"So...I'm your mate, huh?" Stiles whispered.

"Stiles..."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"The hell? I help you take down the Alpha by taking out his 'boys' and you tell me to shut up. Nice Derek, real nice. Damn ungrateful wolves. Why I care so much about you guys is beyond me. I should find a nice girl and settle down with-"

Derek growled at the mention of another, eyes flashing blue for the briefest of moments as he cut the teen off, "Stiles?"

"What?" Stiles glared at the wolf before his lips were taken in another kiss. This one slow and long.

They didn't pull apart until Derek heard footsteps running through the hospital.

"Scott." Was all he said before he stood up and pulled Stiles up with him.

Derek made to move down the hallway, but Stiles hand still held his own firmly, stopping him in his tracks.

"Stiles?"

"Before we go back out there, into the real world, I need to know. Am I really your mate? Was that all true?" Doe eyes searched green.

Derek's eyes never strayed from his, "Yes."

"How can you be so sure?" Insecure, Stiles asked, his eyes drifting towards the ground.

Derek placed a calloused finger under Stiles chin and lifted his face so their eyes were once again locked.

"When I saw you in danger Stiles, I could barely breathe. The thought that I might lose you was unimaginable. I realized that when I saw you here tonight. With Peter's claws at your throat. The possibility that you could be taken from me, playing out right before my eyes, showed me that I need you Stiles. I need you like I need the air in my lungs. This...this feeling, it tears through my bones and swims in my veins. It's like Peter said, you make me stronger and I will always have the strength to fight because you, Stiles, are worth fighting for."

Stiles pushed Derek away and swiped at his eyes, "Damn sappy Werewolf."

Derek smiled and grabbed up Stiles hand, yanking him forward and out into the hospital corridors, towards were Scott was looking for them.

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