Chapter 3

It was that morning they got into their first argument. It was an ordinary morning, where stiles was cooking breakfast. It was peaceful and joyous till he needed something from the freezer downstairs and Derek flat out refused, which would have been okay if it was the first time Derek refused and it wasn't.
"What's your problem Derek?" Said stiles "I just want some food from the freezer, just go get it."
"No" said Derek for the 12th time that morning crossing his arms.
"Fine" said Stiles storming off. "Ill get it myself, but you cant have any."

That night Stiles silently crept into Derek's room as he curled up to him under the cover of night. Till early morning they were all woken with furious banging at the door, Derek opened the door cautiously and was tackled to the ground by an angry policeman, who immediately handcuffing him,
"What the hell?" Said Stiles coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes, "It's stopped raining." he noticed happily.
"Son?" Said a policeman from the doorway.
"Dad!" Said Stiles rushing to the doorway as they hugged.
"I've been worried sick," he said "you alright, he hasn't done anything to you has he?" Stiles was silent in disbelief, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth "its okay, you're safe now." He said holding him tight as Derek was carted away, angry and confused, as he struggled to break away from the officer.
"What! What is going on Dad?"asked Stiles angrily, his words returning all at once.
"We're rescuing you from this dangerous psycho who kidnapped you."
Stiles tried not to laugh.
"Stiles, this is serious you have been missing for 3 days."
"Dad you've got it all wrong, Derek didn't kidnap us, he rescued us, though a bit anti-social Derek wouldnt hurt a dog if it came up and bit him on the ass."
"So you weren't kidnapped?"
"No! of course not, we just waited out the rain at his place."
His dad reddened, "I've got some apologising to do, and you've got a lot of explaining to do."
"Wait a moment, let me have some fun with this first."

Stiles got in the front seat of the police cruiser.
"Stiles, what the hell?" He said shaking his handcuffs, "Why am I handcuffed in the back of a police car?"
"Calm down there sourwolf."
"Stiles, so help me if this is some sick joke or prank, I will not think twice before tearing your throat out with my teeth."
"Im not scared of you."
"You should be."
"Is that a threat, because this isnt helping your case of kidnaping me and Scott."
"What the hell are you talking about Stiles? I didn't kidnap you."
"That's not what Scott is telling my dad." Said Stiles glancing towards his bestfriend and Dad talking. "I predict you'll maybe get 20 years min, 15 if your lucky."
"I rescue your sorry ass from the storm and this is the gratitude I get, sounds about right."
Stiles laughed at Derek's pissed off expression, only causing him to get more annoyed.
Stiles got out of the car and opened Derek's door and tossed him the keys "Let's just call that payback for not apologising yesterday." said Stiles "My Dad said you're free to go."
Derek didn't look like he believed him, but quickly undid his handcuffs just in case and agilely climbing out of the police cruiser before he was told not to.

"Wait a minute there Derek." Said Stiles grabbing the edge of Derek's shirt. "Before you go anything we have to talk about something, You have to tell me why you wont go into the basement." said Stiles cautiously.
"Stiles" said Derek with sadness. "Don't"
"I see it, this thing, its been weighing on you, you need to let it go and talk about it so you can move on and stop isolating yourself from everyone."
There was a long pause and Stiles didn't think Derek was going to tell him.
"It started down there. The fire. Its all my fault. I met this girl, and she convinced me it was a good idea if we made out in the basement. So I took her down there and she took me by surprise and knocked me out. I didn't know then, but she was an Argent. The family my parents had to kick out of their home for not paying their mortgage payments, the whole family hated us, but she did especially." Derek paused again.
"Its fine you don't have to talk about it." Said Stiles
"No, I want to." said Derek like he really needed to get the words out before he panicked and ran away "I should have a long time ago."
Stiles nodded encouragingly as Derek continued.

"When I woke up the whole house was on fire, I broke the window to get out, but it was too late by the time I woke up, my family wasn't so lucky. They all...Its all my fault."
"Derek its not your fault, you where just a kid, you didn't know. It was that crazy bitches fault, not yours. You hear me, it wasn't your fault."
Derek searched Stiles face for any trace of lie but found none. Then after realising Stiles wasn't going to run away, he lent in and kissed him.

After they broke apart Stiles searched Derek's face as well, to see if he believed that it wasn't his fault; and sighed seeing that Derek defiantly still blamed himself.

Lacing his hand with Derek's Stiles promised that one day he would try to make Derek see the truth, if not now, then he would in the years to come. He wasn't going to leave Derek, not unless he made him. In the middle of the crazy storm he found something he never thought he would, they found each other, and he wasn't easily letting that go.

THE END