I didn't see last episodes of season 4 and season 5 at all, so whatever I know or think I know, is thanks to the (un)reliable source that is Tumblr ;] Set after season 4.

It's a one-shot, but it can have one more chapter or two someday.

WARNINGS: Some swearing.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf and it's characters.

Stiles threw himself on his bed and broke down. He couldn't take it any longer.

Something was wrong with him. Something other than dealing with possession and crushing guilt about the deaths he caused, worrying about his friends and father, worrying about supernatural threats. Something other than his mundane life with finishing school year to be a soon-to-be-adult and senior in high school with all the expected problems. Something other than his inability to sleep through the night without the nightmares plaguing him. Something other than his girlfriend leaving him and his friends busy with their own lives.

It was an itch, deep under his skin, that he was unable to scratch. And it was getting progressively stronger and harder to ignore. He wanted something, needed something, but couldn't figure out what it was.

The only thing keeping him going was his dad (unfortunately he had to work more shifts due to the shortage of people and new killing spree) and, surprisingly, Derek. Derek Hale, whom kept his promise. And wasn't that as much of a relief as it was embarrassing.

After they got back from Mexico and Derek announced he was leaving Beacon Hills, Stiles showed up at the loft, frightened and shaken because the fucker died!, and practically begged Derek to not disappear on them. Derek, as zen wolf as he became in this short time, let him rage and cry himself out. Then attempted to explain why he had to go and ultimately promised to keep in touch. Since he left he texted Stiles every day that he's alive and okay. Sometimes they even exchanged a couple of messages. He always made sure to warn Stiles, when he wouldn't be able to contact him and called immediately, when he got a chance to do so.

Now was one of those times. Derek had to go into hiding and wasn't able to contact Stiles for a few days now, which worried the teenager immensely.

Because of all of that he finally brought himself to call Scott and requested to meet him, hoping to talk and figure things out. Scott showed up at his house a few minutes later, all concerned and the wrongness in Stiles eased a fraction.

"Are you alright?" the True Alpha asked, looking him over, checking for injures. Just the day before Stiles was attacked by out of control Liam after the lacrosse practice.

"I'm fine," Stiles sighed. "I just–"

"That's good," Scott said over him. "I'm meeting with Kira in a few minutes so I have to go. Take care!"

Stiles stared after him in disbelief, betrayed and abandoned. Finally he found the strength to close the door and trudge to his room.

A few minutes into his pity party his phone vibrated with an incoming call. Stiles wiped the tears from his eyes and reached for the device. He checked the called ID and fumbled in a hurry to accept the call.

"Derek!" the teenager exclaimed in a shaky voice.

"Stiles," the werewolf replied. "Are you okay?"

Stiles snorted a watery laugh, which ended in a sob.

"Actually no. I'm not okay. I haven't been okay in a long time. It's too much."

"What happened?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. I almost got killed yesterday, because Scott forgot his new puppy still has anger issues and can't control himself that well. I barely managed to distract Liam enough to make a run for it."

"Were you hurt?" Derek asked in concern.

"No."

"What Scott did about Liam?"

"I don't know. I didn't stay to get mauled for real. And today Liam apologized and Scott didn't seem to be worried at all." Stiles sighed, "There's only a week of school left. Assuming I'll survive this long, I think I'll just go on a vacation trip. It would be nice to get away from all of that for a while."

There was a moment of silence and then Derek cleared his throat.

"You can stay with me for the summer," Derek offered. "If you want."

Stiles pulled himself into a sitting position in surprise.

"Really?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah," the werewolf confirmed. "I'm heading to New York right now. I have some things to take care of there. I was planning to come back to Beacon Hills after that, but we could stay as long as you want and return just before school started."

"In New York?" Stiles checked to be sure, trying to contain his sudden excitement. He quickly counted his fingers as well.

"Yes," Derek sounded slightly amused. As if he knew exactly what Stiles was doing.

"Dude, that's– that's awesome! I– I'd like that."

"Don't call me dude," the werewolf grumbled. "When your dad will be home?"

"Uh, around eight, I think?"

"I'll call at nine and we'll talk more about it with your dad, okay?"

"Okay." Stiles smiled softly, "Thanks, Derek."

"Take care, Stiles."

The teenager flopped back onto the bed, grinning widely. Two months in New York with Derek Hale. He couldn't wait.