The next morning

Stiles was lying in his bed in his room. The room was large and full of stuff but to Stiles it all felt empty without Derek. One month has passed since Derek was shot and he didn't seem like he was getting better. He felt alone, even with his father there. He missed Derek's voice always telling him that everything was going to be okay. His touch his smell, he just missed Derek. Stiles started scratching his arms and though back on when he first met Derek.

Flashback

Stiles was staring at himself in the school bathroom mirror. A razor in one hand and blood running down his right arm.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked from the door.

Stiles jumped and looked over at him. "I'm fine." He said covering his arm and started to grab his things.

"It's not going to make it better." Derek said grabbing a paper towel and wetting it.

"What?" Stiles said.

Derek gently took Stiles hand and rolled up his sleeve. "What you're doing to yourself, it won't make it better." He placed the paper towel on the wound.

Stiles looked down. "It does for me." He watched as this stranger tended to his wound. "What are you doing?"

Derek looked up at him. "I'm helping you, I'm Derek."

"Stiles." He said.

"Do you want to talk?" Derek asked. "Maybe it will help if you talk to someone about it."

"Why would you want to?" Stiles asked.

Derek sighed "I lost my sister so I understand how tough it is." He looked at his watch. "Lunch is about to start. Do you want to talk about it?"

Stiles smiled shyly. "Oaky."

End

Ever since that day they became inseparable. Whenever Derek was with him Stiles was happy, even with his stepfather abusing him. Yes it hurt but Derek was always there to make him feel better. He looked over at the door when there was a knock at him.

"Hey I was just wondering if you needed anything." Frank asked.

Stiles shook his head. "No I'm okay."

"Well I have to go to work but call me if you need anything and I'll come right back." Frank said.

Around two that afternoon

Stiles once again found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror. His had a razor in one hand which was shaking. He hated not being with Derek. He sat on the toilet and wiped his face. Every part of him started shaking uncontrollably. Getting up he went to his room and called his dad.

Frank answered on the first ring. "Stiles?"

"Can you come back please?" Stiles cried out.

"Yeah I'm on my way." Frank said getting up and rushing out to his car.

Stiles hung up the phone and sat on the floor, the razor still in his hand. He closed his eyes and started moving the razor against his arm. He was doing it so much he started to bleed but he didn't stop.

"Stiles!" Frank yelled coming into the room.

Stiles opened his eyes when he felt a hand on his own. He watched as his father slowly removed the razor and covered his arm when a shirt that was on the floor. He pulled him onto a hug. "It's okay."

Stiles hugged him back and started to cry. "I'm sorry." He kept repeating over and over.

"Shhhh it's okay." Frank held his son in his arms. They sat there for hours on the floor. "Have you done this before?"

Stiles nodded "But I stopped after I met Derek."

"Derek is going to be okay." Frank said pulling back. "And so are you."

Stiles sighed "Can we go see Derek?"

Frank nodded "Yeah why don't you get cleaned up and then we'll go."

OOO

Stiles was sitting next to Derek's bedside playing with the bandage around his arm. He looked up to see Derek looking down at him. "You woke."

Derek sighed "Thank god you're okay." He reached for Stiles hand but grazed his arm. "What happened to your arm?"

Stiles looked down "I'm sorry, I really tried not too but it's hard when you're not there."

Derek took Stiles hand "Well I'm here now."

Stiles smiled "I really missed you."

Derek smiled back. "I missed you too." He looked around. "What happened to Paul?"

Stiles frowned "I kissed him and it scared the hell out of me."

"You're okay." Derek said. "And that's all that matters."

Stiles laid his head down on the bed. "You don't know how good it is to hear your voice."

"How is it going with your father?" Derek asked.

"Good." Stiles said. "It's nice to feel like you're wanted, like you're a part of a family." He sighed "I just wish my mom was still here. You're dad has been worried about you though. He's been here almost every day just like me."

"Maybe by me almost dying it made him realize how much I really mean to him." Derek looked away from Stiles. "I thought I was never going to see him again. I know how hard it's been on him but he's my dad and I'll always love him." He looked back at Stiles and rubbed the top of his head. "I'm just glad that you're okay."

"I'm going to close my eyes for a minute." Stiles said. "I'm really tired."

Derek smiled "Go ahead."

OOO

That evening Stiles woke up to find Derek watching TV. He sat up and stretched. "How long have I been asleep?"

"All day." Derek said turning off the TV. "You haven't been getting much sleep have you?"

Stiles shook his head. "Been too worried about you."

"Well why I don't call you tonight." Derek said "Maybe if you hear my voice it will help you sleep."

"Yeah." Stiles said. "Hey did my dad stop by?"

Derek nodded "He said he'll just come back later. When you were asleep I called my dad."

"How did it go?" Stiles asked.

"He said that he was glad I was awake and he was going to come visit before visiting hours are over." Derek said.

The door opened and Stiles father walked in. "Hey boys."

Stiles looked over at the door then back at Derek. "How long ago did he call?"

Derek smiled "About five hours ago I think. I was going to wake you up after but you looked so tired I let you sleep."

Frank noticed Stiles when he frowned. "Don't worry you can come back anytime you like."

Stiles nodded "I'll see you tomorrow."

OOO

Stilinski house

"Well I'm going to get dinner started." Frank said going into the kitchen.

Stiles smiled "Would you like some help?"

"I would love some help." Frank said.

OOO

That night Stiles was able to fall asleep. Eating with his father reminded him of when he was younger. The only thing missing was his mother. Over the years he had always wondered what happened between him and his mother to make him leave like he did. He decided to put it on the back burner for later because right now he had everything he needed.

A/N I'm going to be wrapping up this story soon but please still review.