Even though I'm a Derek/Stiles fan, I decided we need a Derek/Scott fanfic. So I decided to make that happen okay. So please review, tell me your likes and dislikes.

As Derek turned to leave, a soft "wait" came from Scott's lips. It sounded so defeated that Derek just couldn't leave.

"Don't leave me alone, please" Scott didn't want to be alone right now. After today's events he felt broken. From the break up to kissing Lydia to ruining his friendship with Stiles to wanting to kill Jackson, he couldn't deal with all of this. He felt the bed dip as Derek sat, his face was different. Scott thought he saw sympathy in it. Scott leaned against the headboard and swallowed thickly struggling to keep the tears at bay. He never asked for this so called 'gift'.

Derek didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to comfort someone but the soft cracked noises coming from Scott made him want to try, so he put his arm awkwardly around Scott shoulders, surprised when Scott leaned into him.

Scott sighed when he felt Derek's arm, he couldn't help but lean in. The older Beta had a soothing scent, one that was making him a little lightheaded. Derek's entire presence practically exudes dominance and even though he is a Beta, Derek's the dominant one here. Scott listens to Derek's peaceful heartbeat.

"I'm sorry for being such a baby about this." Scott said, breaking the silence.

"I should have been there to help you during the full moon" Derek replied.

"It's okay, I mean last time I saw you, you… you had a hand in your chest. Which brings me to my question, how are you okay?" There's disbelief in Scott's face.

Derek chuckles like actually chuckles. Scott's never seen Derek show any other emotion besides anger, and frustration on his usually passive face. Well maybe tonight's an exception, he did see sympathy earlier.

"I healed" is all Derek supplies to Scott's question, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Scott has so many questions but decides not to ask. He blushes when he thinks about what Derek and he must look like all cozied up like this. Detangling himself, he gives Derek a smile and lies down, frowning when he sees Derek rise. Another wait is on the tip of his tongue but it doesn't come as soon as he realizes Derek is just taking off his jacket.

"So you're going to spend the night, right? Scott asks.

"If that's what you need."

Scot nods and gets up to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Before he leaves the bathroom, he contemplates whether or not he should put on a shirt. He picks being bare-chested. When he's exits, he sees Derek around his room looking at his pictures of him and his mom. Then he feels sorry for Derek because even though his dad isn't in the picture, he still has his mom. Great, he remembers snapping at her this morning, another thing to apologize for. Which reminds him.

"I'm sorry" Scott says. Derek puts down the picture and gives him a quizzical look. Scott continues, "It's my fault the cops are looking for you, I… blamed you. I'm sorry."

"I know." Derek's face is as stoical as ever.

"You do?"

"You were protecting yourself, it's called self-preservation. But, it unfortunately also makes things very complicated for me. I can't even walk down the street without attracting every cop in the state and I couldn't help you tonight because I had to hide."

"I know, and again I'm sorry."

"Saying your sorry can only go so far." It comes out as a snarl. And for the first time ever, Scott wished that the stoic mask Derek wears was on right now. But the anger is gone as fast as it appeared and Scott can tell from Derek's posture that the conversation is over.

Scott sighs, he feels like a weight was just lifted off his shoulders. Derek doesn't look angry anymore so Scott figures he's off the hook. Relieved, he climbs into his bed. Derek is looking at him strangely and Scott can't seem to name the emotion on Derek's face. Scott looks away, a blush creeping its way up his neck into his cheeks.

"You know you're not very self-aware." Derek says approaching him with that same look.

"What do you mean?" Scott says suddenly feeling very uncomfortable because he knows what look it is now. "Why do you look like you're going to eat me?" Fear etching his voice because maybe Derek isn't going to let him off the hook. "Y-You know I think I'm g-going to get w-whiplash from your emotions," Scott tried to sound confident but it came out so pathetic.

Derek smiles sweetly and takes Scott's hand, drawing soothing patterns into it and just says "Do you know how strong an aroma can be?" Derek's close, so close that Scott can feel smell Derek's breath.

But Scott doesn't answer right away. He's too caught up with the firm strokes on his hand. Derek snaps his fingers to get his attention and stops rubbing. Scott shakes his head.

"Well its potent especially lust." Derek continues the strokes. "And you have been radiating lust for the past 30 minutes. It's hard for me to want to comfort you if you're going to continue doing that."

Scott blushes and pulls his hand away. Well how was he supposed to know he was giving off a certain smell, jeez this werewolf thing just keeps getting harder. "How am I supposed to stop?" Scott asks.

"Just do what you would normally do to, cold shower or think of something disturbing." Derek says, moving away from him. Scott can't help but miss Derek being so close and holding his hand. Well he's not taking a shower so disturbing it is. Scott thinks about the time he was stung by yellow jackets. He had climbed a tree because Stiles dared him to hit the nest. God, that had hurt. Yellow jackets look like bumblebees, he thinks. His mind trails off to Bumblebee of Transformers. That movie was cool. No, that car was cool. I want a Camaro, Derek has a Camaro. Derek. The Derek that was just sitting next to him, close enough to kis… Wait, since when do I like guys? But Derek's not just any guy, he's been trying to help me since day one. Sure he keeps things from me but he's still been here for me. Scott's mind goes to when Derek tackled him to keep him from making the biggest mistake ever, he couldn't help but shrink back from him. He was so intimidating. And those electric blue eyes are…

"Scott, stop. Whatever you're doing is not working, the smells just getting stronger." Derek's shaking him. Scott focuses. "What were you thinking about?"

"Yellow jackets" Scott says hurriedly and then bumblebees and transformers and Camaros and then Derek. Wait since when was he a scatter head like… like Stiles. "I'm turning into Stiles." He mutters.

"I'm not even going to attempt to try and understand." Derek says it unevenly and his nostrils are flaring. Scott swallows. Derek's hand grabs onto his hair and before he can react, he's being pulled in for a heated kiss. Derek is licking at the corners of his mouth and swiping his tongue over Scott's teeth. Moaning, Scott tries to gain an ounce of dominance from Derek by practically playing swordfight with his tongue. Scott's happy that he's not totally inexperience thanks to his make out sessions with Allison. Allison, what about her?

Scott lets out a breathy, "wait" turning his head. But Derek just goes for his neck, sucking and nipping at it. Scott pushes at Derek's chest, "Wait". Swallowing he says "What about Allison?"

Derek frowns and is pulling away but that's not what Scott wants.

"Wait, it's just a question."

"A question, you shouldn't be asking me. When you figure out what you want, we can finish this." Derek replies, gesturing between the two of them. Derek's getting up to leave.

"You said you'd stay." Scott can't help how that just came out, all needy and pathetic.

"And I will." Derek takes a sit as far away from Scott as possible, "Go to sleep."

Scott can't even describe how awkward things just got, and he hates it. He should have kept his mouth shut, rolling over and pulling the sheets way over his head he forces his self to sleep.

I know it's short but I just wanted to know if I should continue. So obviously please review.