After the kiss Derek and Stiles stood together in silence, until Stiles shook his head and slipped from under the werewolf. Derek went to reach for his arm but he moved out the way looking away. Stiles wiped his eyes and lifted his hands in the air.

"Derek, we're not going to do this, I'm not going to do this." He sniffled,

Derek shook his head and reached out running his thumb lightly across Stiles' bottom lip. Stiles stepped back and frowned. This wasn't right. He was with Gabe, someone who he knew would never hurt him, Gabe loved him. He wouldn't be able to return the feeling. But just maybe…he could try.

"You have to go-…"

"Stiles don't act like this isn't right. You're lyi-…"

Stiles sighed heavily. "When I tried to let you know it was right you-"

"I wasn't ready for that Stiles! You can't blame me for not being ready, I was scared. I was terrified. The only people who loved me were my family, and I lost them. Then it was just me and Laura…" Derek paused. "I only ever loved them and her…and then they were all gone."

Stiles folded his arms and licked his lips. He and Derek had gone through this before. He would tell Derek how much he loved him, Derek would bring all his walls up and they wouldn't get anywhere. He couldn't help but to think this time it was him. But things couldn't just change. He didn't love Gabe, but some feelings were there right? He wasn't with Gabe for just any reason.

"Derek, my love should've been enough" Stiles said coldly. Derek's jaws clenched before he spoke

"Well it wasn't Stiles! I don't think you're understanding that your love was hurting me, every time you looked at me it felt wrong, all I could see was my family…burning in your eyes" Derek said pointing to himself. Stiles gaped and shook his head.

"Derek wha-…" The door to the basement slammed shut and they both turned around to the sight of Gabe. He was soaking wet, his orange shirt sticking to his body showing off his toned and muscles. His usually soft, short, tousled blonde hair was drenched and flat. His hands were balled into fist at his side and he was breathing heavily.

"You fucking slashed my tires!" He shouted in Derek's direction. Derek looked over to Stiles and shrugged his shoulders. Gabe walked quick and powerfully towards Derek, grabbed his jacket collar and shoved him up against the hard wall of the basement.

"You slashed my tires so you could come here after I told you to stay away?!" he pulled his hand back and was obviously about to try and smash Derek's face in before Stiles grabbed his arm and pulled him away. He pushed Stiles away from him and looked between him and Derek.

"Your lips are red, and…fuck. You didn't." he said sadly. Stiles didn't have time to say anything between the time Gabe turned and punched Derek in the jaw. Derek stumbled back and rubbed at his jaw. Gabe wrenched his hand back and shook it.

"What the fuck! What do you have like metal plates in your face? Shit!" Stiles jumped in between the werewolf and the naive man before Derek could get his hands on him. Gabe grabbed Stiles and turned them away from Derek. "You fucking kissed him didn't you?"

Stiles exhaled and shook his head "I…we-"

Gabe shook his head, getting water on Stiles' face as he interrupted.

"Stiles I'm not mad at you, just fucking disappointed." Stiles brows knitted together. How could Gabe not be mad at him? He was the one who did wrong. He kissed Derek back. They both looked over to Derek when they heard him clear his throat.

Gabe stood up straight and cracked his knuckles, "Dude it hurts but I'll gladly snuff you again if you don't leave".

Derek raised his brows and looked over to Stiles almost as if to say 'I'm gonna bite his face off if you don't get him away from me'. Stiles took the hint and grabbed Gabe pulling him to his side. Derek nodded and turned away before stopping in his tracks.

Sheriff Stilinski was standing at the bottom of the steps looking at all of them with a grim look on his face. Stiles heart almost came up his throat and out his mouth. A month after Derek left he had told his dad everything. Everything. About the werewolves. Derek and his relationship. Everything. His dad swore he'd never go back to work and that he would home school him if he didn't tell him what drove him to his attempted suicide. So Stiles gave in.

He didn't think his father would believe him when he told him about the werewolves but he did. Deep down somewhere inside he knew he would. Everything he told his father solidified when he made Scott come over and change in front of him. This also made Scott come out to his mom. Well…about him being a werewolf. It took their parents awhile to adjust but they did.

Sheriff Stilinski stepped off the bottom of the steps and gestured from Gabe to the steps.

"Go"

"But John, sir, I-"

"Gabriel go upstairs!" he yelled. Gabriel glowered at Derek before sulking up the steps and closing the door behind him. Stiles lips moved to explain but his father gave him a deadly glare signaling for him to keep his mouth shut. Stiles dropped his head and fiddled with his hands. Derek closed his eyes and exhaled

"Mr. Stilins-"

"Derek I swear if you say another word I'll shoot a hole through your body" the sheriff promised. Derek shut his mouth but kept his eyes on the sheriff.

"You know, I've been playing over and over again what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. And it never got further than me filling you with bullets." He kept a deadly leer on Derek.

"Do…do you know what you did to my son? I'm not even going to discuss how you raped him" Stiles head sprung up, "Dad!"

"STILES! Quiet!."

Stiles couldn't. "He didn't rape me! That's not what happened!"

"Stiles you were underage and the consensual age in Beacon Hills is seventeen. You were sixteen"

"Dad!"

Derek turned to Stiles and shook his head. The Sheriff continued.

"You took advantage of my son and made him do unspea-"

"I didn't make him do anything." Derek said firmly. The sheriff walked until he was only inches from Derek.

"Oh?"

"Dad this is enough." Stiles chimed in. he sheriff analyzed Derek's face before stepping back.

"You ever step foot in this house again and I'll fill your chest up with wolfbane laced bullets." Derek looked quickly at Stiles then back to the sheriff. The sheriff speaking about wolfsbane clearly was a shock to him. "You're not to see Stiles ever again. That boy upstairs would never do the things you did, and he loves Stiles. And Stiles loves him." Stiles averted his eyes to the floor and tensed.

"Now get out of my house". Derek looked at Stiles who wouldn't look his way then to the sheriff before nodding, walking up the steps and leaving.

No one said anything until the sound of Derek's car driving away could be heard.

Stiles started first.

"He didn't rape me", the sheriff scoffed

"Why are you defending him? Do you not remember the weeks of therapy and nightmares? How you would wake up screaming? Leaving in the middle of the night and going to the Hale house? Hoping he'd be there?" His dad was enunciating every word he said as if Stiles would miss them if he didn't.

"Dad I remember" Stiles whispered

"THEN . .HIM?" the Sheriff shouted jabbing Stiles in the chest.

" .LOVE.HIM. DAD" Stiles returned that jabs, the sheriff stumbled back and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't understand…this is…I shouldn't have to say this to you", He sighed and looked at Stiles with a livid stare

"You will not see him. You will not call him. I will have my deputies checking to make sure you don't get within fifty feet of him". Stiles shook his head.

"You can't do that" he said softly

"Stiles honestly what the hell is wrong with you? You have Gabriel upstairs who would probably put his life on the line for you I'm not-" he was interrupted be Stiles.

"Ok! You're right! Fine! I won't see him again. I don't even want to. How many fucking times do I have to tell the fucking world that I've moved on?!"

His father looked at him wide eyed, "Don't use that language with me, if you've moved on and you actually care about yourself you'll stay away from that bastard. Don't just say it. Prove it."

Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his face tiredly and walked back up the steps. Stiles ran his fingers through his hair tugging on it in frustration before turning and kicking the rest of the dvd's off of the foot rest he was using as a surface. He turned around his face red and a heavy frown brandishing his face. He thought it was has dad back to bash him more but it was Gabe. He sat on the floor leaning against one of the chairs bringing his head down to rest on his knees.

"I really don't feel like talking or seeing anyone"

"Then we don't have to talk. And don't look at me" he heard Gabriel say as if his request wasn't abnormal. He felt the couch shift a bit on his back and a warm damp presence next to him. He groaned as he leaned over and rested his head on Gabe's damp shoulder. After a few moments he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, for…you know"

He could feel Gabe's shoulder rise and fall with a heavy exhale of breath.

"I said its ok. Let's not even talk about it".

Stiles nodded and closed his eyes nuzzling his head to find comfort on the muscular shoulder. He closed his eyes and all he could see was Derek's face, the moonlight reflecting off of the hollows of his cheek bones, clouding over his iris's causing an illusion of silver eyes. Do you trust me?