Epilogue

He'd been in hospital for three days now. He was perfectly healthy and the brain swelling (from REPEATED TRAUMA HE KNEW IT! TAKE THAT DEREK) had gone down to non-existent levels; basically they were just keeping him in for one more day…just in case.

He'd spent his time in hospital doing various things. Scotty and his dad came round constantly. They'd come up with the whole "Stiles is a clumsy idiot" excuse for the repeated head trauma and luckily the Sheriff seemed to buy it…what he didn't understand though, was why Derek Hale was always in his son's hospital room- even in the days Stiles was still in the coma.

They'd, somewhat (emphasis on the somewhat) convinced the Sheriff that, even though they'd accused Derek ("Falsely"- Derek) ("Twice!"- the Sheriff), of murder that Derek was actually a great guy and that, since he was kind-of fostering Isaac, a friend of theirs from school- he and Stiles had bonded.

The Sheriff had believed that for what? Five minutes? Then he'd grown suspicious of the…well, the sheriff had actually made a list while Stiles was still in a coma:

Suspicious:

- He holds Stiles' hand when Stiles' is unconscious

- He only leaves the room when I'm there

- Scott doesn't seem bothered? Sidenote: Ask McCall about that

- THE LOOK IN HIS EYES

- I've never seen him around the kids before?

And yeah, Derek probably could have acted less suspicious by those notes so…

In the end they'd just out and said it. They were in a relationship. No they hadn't had sex. Yes they were going to wait for Stiles to be of age. Yes Derek was a good guy. No he wasn't supplying Stiles with any alcohol- no matter if Stiles had asked before. Yes, Derek cared very much for his son.

And the Sheriff believed them. A man who was taking advantage of a teenager, who didn't care for them- wouldn't have sat by their side for three days straight with no sleep, just because they were worried. So…even if the sheriff didn't like the age deference (the man had STUBBLE for God's sake), he didn't mind anything else. Not the criminal record- the man was proven wrong. Not the fact that his son liked men, he wasn't one to judge someone on sexual orientation- especially his own son. He just cared that his son was happy.

Stiles had had a long talk with him, about his mum- about how, even though they missed her- they needed to move on. In the end, they'd cried and reminisced and all the horrible guilt, the bad thoughts he'd had the past week about his mum…just washed away.

So, everything was good on that front. His father was happy, Scott was also happy; the 'Be a Better Scott McCall' programme was going by swimmingly actually. He was studying, working out, working for Deaton, cleaning the house for his mum and refusing to call or text Allison. Stiles was really, very proud.

Things with Derek were good too. The guy had forgiven him for…you know, drugging him and Stiles had forgiven Derek for knocking him out so many times he fell into a coma.

They'd…talked, figured things out. It would've been awkward if Stiles wasn't so hopped up on pain meds and Derek still dealing with the aftermath of almost losing him. They'd hugged, they'd kissed- they'd…made out for strictly longer than necessary until Mrs. McCall walked into the room and interrupted them.

In the end Stiles could only draw one conclusion to all of this.

Everything wasn't going to be just fine…it was going to be awesome.

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