He shouldn't be having to do this again. It's the only thing Stiles can really think as he stares at the gravestone with Derek's name on it. He's happy the cultists are quiet enough this week that he can even come here, to wait for Derek to wake up.

It's the least he can do, since he's the one who killed him. Stiles can remember the look on his face, still, him fighting the rage, the rage taking over--coming towards him--the bullets fired.

It isn't fair. But then again, nothing is, here. The only thing that he can be thankful for is that Derek is actually going to come back to life. Scott first, then Derek--he's still shit at keeping his friends alive, isn't he?

Wrapping his arms around his legs, he sits at the edge of the half-filled grave, waiting, eyes watching the dirt.