Okay first of all I'm very sorry it's taken me a while to get this one up. I'm at the busiest point in my schooling life with my QCS test this week which will literally define my future (it gives me an OP score which I need to get into my uni course) and also exam block and then prom. So excuse me please if I don't update in a while. :)

Secondly thanks to CrystalCay for pointing out my error last chapter. After like an hour of playing/pausing/listening/typing my ears decided to give up on listening to the lines lol.

So yeah here's chapter 5 it is set during/after the scene in which Stiles visits Lydia after she is traumatized by seeing the big bad wolf.

"It's a text." Stiles sighed. He had no idea why he was still entertaining Lydia. There was no way she could comprehend anything he was saying and he highly doubted she would remember anything by tomorrow.

He clicked on the phone attempting to open Lydia's text message for her. This was probably crossing some kind of privacy boundary but he couldn't care less for Lydia's privacy right now. The text message didn't open and instead some sort of video began to play.

"I don't know how to-" Stiles cut off when he saw… well he didn't quite know what he saw. He assumed it was some kind of wolf; particularly a werewolf. Maybe it was Derek. He didn't think Derek would be so stupid as to reveal himself to Lydia, especially when she had a camera out. Plus he was pretty sure Derek was nowhere near cool enough to transform fully into a wolf.

Focus Stiles. This is bad. Lydia has witnessed a werewolf. No wonder she was so drugged up. She was probably trying to forget. Stiles looked at Lydia again. She was on the verge of passing out and Stiles figured she wouldn't miss him if he left. He needed to show someone this video. Preferably Scott but he knew from previous attempts of contacting his so-called best friend today that he probably wouldn't get any answer. So that left one option, though Stiles would give anything than to see him right now, and that was Derek.

Stiles was making his way up to the Hale house when he saw him. A very shirtless Derek was sprinting through the forest at crazy werewolf speed. What the hell? Stiles quickly put his jeep into park and jumped out. At a young age Stiles had noticed that if he could really focus he could manage to get his legs to work. Well, yeah, he could get his legs to work obviously. Otherwise he would be in a wheelchair right now. What he meant was that he could get his legs to really sprint. He had always been a great runner it just never worked when he was under pressure. So he never joined the track team. Right now though, Stiles had just the right amount of Adderall in his system to get his legs to sprint so he sprinted. And not before long he had caught up to Derek, mostly because Derek had stopped and was now looking around like a wounded puppy. Once again Stiles got the urge to console Derek. He hated that expression on him.

"What's going on?" Stiles puffed.

The change in Derek's features was clear. He obviously was not aware of Stiles' presence until he had spoken. Derek's face went from wounded puppy to emotionless psychopath within seconds.

"Nothing. Go home." Derek barked.

"What? No. You can't tell me what to do." Stiles was confused. Why was he ordering him to leave?

"Yes I can. This is my property now go home before I call the cops."

"My dad is 'the cops'." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Even better. He might ground you." Derek snapped back. Stiles groaned and silently cursed himself. Damn it. Stiles knew he was beat. Why did Derek have to be like this? Why couldn't he be friendly for just two seconds?

"Ugh, no, please don't call my dad. Look I was here for a reason. Lydia-"

"I really don't want to hear about your little crush right now." Derek snapped, cutting off Stiles mid-sentence. Derek didn't know why that girl really bothered him but she did. He had figured it was because she was so closely linked to the Argent girl but maybe there was something more to it. He knew it certainly made his wolf frustrated whenever he heard Stiles talk about her.

"It's not about her. It's about you." Stiles stated seriously taking Derek by surprise. Derek was curious but he couldn't talk right now. He had just been attacked and tortured by Kate Argent. He needed time by himself. He couldn't find it in himself to entertain a hyperactive teenage boy right now.

"Stiles, it can wait." Derek stated stubbornly.

"No. We are gonna talk now and it will be amicable." Stiles had to restrain himself from stomping his foot.

Derek's eyes flashed bright blue as he ordered, "Go. Home."

"Why are you pushing me away? Is this because of your family? You can't hide from people forever. You're gonna need to establish relationships sometime." Stiles regretted mentioning his family as soon as he had said it. The hurt puppy look was back and it was all Stiles' fault. He should have known better. He knew how it felt. He understood the pain. Yet he so carelessly opened up the wound.

Stiles found himself stepping towards Derek. He tried his best to ignore his bare chest and walk up to him looking straight into his eyes. Derek's expression became suspicious. He was doing it again. He was cutting Stiles' out and it frustrated Stiles to no end. He suddenly became more determined than ever reaching up towards Derek trying to reach out to cup his cheek. Derek suddenly flinched away from Stiles, stumbling backwards almost tripping over his own feet. Stiles visibly winced. He knew he shouldn't have done that.

"Get away from me." Derek ordered with malice in his voice.

"Derek I-"

"No! I don't want you here. I don't want you talking about my family. I don't want you on my property. I don't want you touching me! I don't want you!" Stiles' heart constricted at his last words. He doesn't want you. No one ever wants you. Just go home. His inner self told him to just leave but another part of him was too stubborn to give in. Stiles could tell Derek was losing control but he wouldn't give in. He wanted to help him. Derek had now shifted halfway. His eyes were now steadily glowing blue and his claws and teeth had grown but Stiles was not afraid.

He went to reach out to Derek again but Derek quickly swiped at Stiles' chest. Stiles fell to the ground encased by pain; not just the physical pain but the pain of having been attacked by someone he had fully trusted. He looked down and saw that Derek had clawed through his shirt and scratched his skin. He had three scratches that were started to bleed.

As Stiles looked up he saw that Derek was now fully human again. He must be satisfied. He drew blood, he made caused me pain. I hope he's happy. Derek just stared down at the teenager curled up on the forest ground with an emotionless expression.

"You… you…" Stiles didn't know what he was going to say. You what? You hurt me? He already knows that. That's what he wanted to do. So Stiles just gathered himself and stood, continuously staring at Derek wide-eyed hoping for the shell of a human to feel some form of guilt. After Derek made no effort to speak or even to show any emotion Stiles just turned and left. As Stiles walked through the forest not once did he look back at Derek. He couldn't believe he ever felt anything for the man.

Hope it was okay! See you next chapter.