Stiles POV
It was the day of the Hale house fire. I knew this was gonna be hard day right from the time I had been reminded of it. Derek had already seemed distant and shut-down from me. He had told me to stay away for the day, that he wanted he to be alone. I knew from experience being alone was the last thing he needed to be. As I arrived at the house, it scared me that there was just an eerie quietness.
"Derek? Derek, are you here?" I called through the house. I, of course, got no response. As I listened harder, I heard distinct thuds coming from the basement. I took the stairs down lightly, afraid that it might not be Derek, but the Alpha pack coming back for me or even worse Derek. The sight at I saw at the bottom of the stairs made my heart clench. Derek was there beating the brick wall in front of him senseless, tears streaming down his face, as he remembered all that he had lost on this day. The sadness and guilt was clearly written on his face. It was more sorrow than I could almost handle, but I had to stop him before he hurt himself even more.
"Derek STOP!" I yelled. I ran towards him. It was obvious he wasn't going to quit, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him away from the wall. He kicked and struggled, screaming at me to let him go, screaming he deserved the pain. Eventually he calms down in my arms and his screams turn to sobs.
"You're going to be okay, I have you, shhh…" is what I whisper to him as he cries and cries. Eventually Derek calms down enough for me to help him up and guide him to his room. I set him on the bed as I went to get the first aid kit to wrap his bloody, split knuckled. They didn't seem to be healing as fast as usual. Maybe because he didn't want them too. I shook that thought out of my head and kneeled in front of him, reaching out for his hand. Derek sighs handing me his hand, as he rests his head on my shoulder. I wrap his hand up, wincing when I see how much damage he has done, and help him up and towards the door. He looks at me, confused, for a second.
"I want you to come over to my house. I can't leave you hear all alone by yourself. You're my boyfriend, you're my responsibility" I said finishing my speech, by punctuating it with a kiss. Derek stares at me for second, then nods, offering me half of a small smile.
When we arrive to my house, my dad gives me a questioning look, but I just shoot him a look that says "We will talk about this later" and lead Derek to my room, so we can take a nap. I can tell this day has been exhausting enough for the both of us. I fall asleep listening to his soft snores.
Third POV
Sheriff John walks up the stairs later that evening to check on the both of them. He knows what day it was and he is glad that Stiles had been there for Derek just like Derek had been there for him. As he looked in the sight he was reminded of the days when he and Molly were dating, back before Stiles was born. He smiled at the way Stiles was so protectively wrapped around Derek, as if to keep him safe from all harm. With that he closed the door and smiled to himself as he left them together to protect each other.