Derek came trough the door and saw Stiles sitting on the couch in the flat they shared. They had recently moved in together because Stiles wanted a flat away from his parents, and Derek needed somewhere to say.

"What is that?" Derek looked over at Stiles who was holding something on his lap.
"A puppy, I called him Scott" Stiles smiled widely and gave Derek a proud look.
"A puppy?" Derek was annoyed, he knew living with Stiles wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't prepared to get a damn dog.

"Well, I don't want a dog. You should have asked me" Stiles looked hurt up at Derek.
"Well, I'm keeping him"

Stiles ran upset through the door.
"Come, Scott!" He said harsh to the little puppy He slammed the door and went outside. Scott looked at Stiles with big eyes.
"Aww, don't worry!" Stiles said with soft voice.
"I won't ever kick you out, and Derek won't either; he is sweet as a kitten, you just have to get to know him first" Stiles lifted the cute puppy up in his arms and took some steps forward.
"Cute, little thing!" Stiles said and tickled the little puppy. "I don't care whatever Derek says you're staying!"

They had been walking together for quite some time when Scott suddenly dragged the leach hard. Stiles tried to keep him in control, but he couldn't; the little puppy was way stronger than he expected. And he wasn't a werewolf either so he didn't really have that many muscles to use. After a hard fight against Scott's powerful dragging, he eventually slid on the ice covered ground and everything became black.

Derek was sitting at the bed when Scott came running through the door. Scott came over to Derek, he started pulling and dragging him out the door. Derek got annoyed until he realized that Stiles wasn't with Scott.

He was overcome with worry. Something could have happened to Stiles, and it would all be Derek's fault. Scott ran through the door and Derek followed. He followed all the way down to a road where he saw Stile's lifeless body lying there on the cold hard asphalt. He looked horrible, his face was all scratched up and he was bleeding from his foot. Derek picked him up and started carrying him.

Stiles started coming back to life. He felt funny though. Everything was moving and his foot hurt. To be honest his foot was extremely painful. He then realized someone was carrying him. He opened his eyes and looked straight into Derek's worried face. Stiles could see the relief in Derek's face when he realized he had woken up. But then his face changed suddenly.

"Don't ever do that to me again!" Derek's voice was full of anger.
"Do what? I…," Stiles confused voice stopped in the middle of the sentence.
"What even happened?" He continued. "You're the one that should know!" Derek was close to shouting. "Just promise me you will never do that again!" Stiles could hear Derek's voice almost breaking.

"What? But I didn't do…"
" Just promise me!" Derek shouted. "I promise" Stiles said in a soft voice." I promise, calm down" he continued. "Fine" Derek said. Stiles found Derek's reaction weird. Why did he react like this?

"I can walk on my own, Stiles suddenly said. Despite how comfortable he felt in Derek's arms, the comfortable rocking forth and back, the warmth streaming from Derek's chest, Stiles didn't want to be a burden. He knew he wasn't that easy to carry.
"Really?" Derek sighed and looked down on him with the usual "are you really that fucking silly" look.
"Yes, really" Stiles answered like a stubborn child. Derek laughed and shook his head. Stiles was relieved that Derek's weird mood was over.
"Well, if your foot doesn't hurt too badly I guess you can try" Derek smiled patronizing down on him.

Stiles didn't want to admit that his foot actually hurt a lot, so instead he slid down from Derek's shoulder on to the ground. Even before Stiles hit the ground he realized it wasn't a great idea. The ground felt like a melted hammer against his foot. He couldn't help but scream a little. Shortly after the foot gave up and he fell. Derek caught him as the supernatural creature he was, and his worried look were back. He threw Stiles back up in his arms again, and Stiles grabbed his neck, a little embarrassed over the whole scene. He felt his cheek getting red.

"I think your foot is more hurt than we thought" Derek said.
"I better take you to the hospital" he continued. "Fine" Stiles said and made himself comfortable in Derek's arms. He actually kind of liked getting carried.

The hospital was white and clean; just as Stiles expected. He and Derek sat in a little room with a fat doctor. Derek's worried look was gone, after the long speech from the doctor about how Stiles' would be totally fine after a couple of weeks. It was just important to remember that Stiles' had to rest his foot, the doctor had said.

"You see? Nothing dangerous, there was no need to worry" Stiles said to Derek on the way out of the hospital. Derek just gave him a scary look that made Stiles shut his mouth.
"Eeeh, actually, would you mind helping walk I'm kind of not being able to use both my feet if you can't see" Stiles said. Derek just picked him up and carried him again. "Well, that works too" Stiles smiled.

It was getting late when they finally got home. Stiles leaned on Derek when they were going up the stairs to their flat. He was half asleep so Derek had to almost carry him so he didn't wake up any further.

He laid Stiles down in his bed and went into the kitchen. "Eh, Derek. You need to help me undress" Derek walked back into the room and over to Stiles. Stiles sat up in his bed, he looked awkwardly up at Derek and smiled.

Derek placed his hands lightly around Stiles waist to help him stand.
"Put, your hands up" Stiles placed both of his hands over his head, and Derek pulled his shirt of.

They just stood there for a moment looking at each other. Derek had never seen Stiles like this, he looked so beautiful.

Stiles sat down in his bed because he couldn't stand much longer because of his foot. He made a pathetic attempt on trying to remove his jeans. "Hey, let me help you" Derek sat down on his knees so he was almost the same height as Stiles. He pulled Stiles jeans of and hanged them gently over a chair.

Stiles lay down in the bed and pulled his covers on. Derek smiled sweetly at Stiles and went to turn off the lights.

"Please don't leave me"
Derek turned around and looked at Stiles, he was already asleep. Derek went over to the bed and lay down next to him. He lay down with his chest against Stiles back and placed his hands gently around Stiles waist.
He leaned in a little closer and kissed Stiles neck.
"I won't, I promise" He whispered as he fell asleep.