Stiles has never been the type of guy who just went and got what he wanted. Since his mother died he was afraid of showing his feelings. He was very insecure and even if he was in love with someone, he just stared and wondered but never did a thing. He had a crush on Lydia Martin since the third grade but he only asked her out when they were seventeen. He asked her to go with him to the prom and she said yes. Lately he got to know that it was because Allison told her to and actually Lydia was in love with Jackson. And she just wanted to make him jealous because he's broken up with her and he went with Allison to the prom – just as friends. But her plan didn't work. However they ended up together somehow. And Stiles became very disappointed and abadoned because everyone had someone and he was all by himself.
At the end of the school year Stiles had some serious trust problems. Scott never had time for him because he worked and trained a lot and he spent his free time with Allison after they started to date again. Isaac, Erica and Boyd always had trainings too and they had a lot to do before the alpha pack got there. So basically Stiles had no friends around and even his father had less time to spend with him. First of all because he started to date Scott's mom, Melissa. And second because the alpha pack.
The closer they got to Beacon Hills, the more 'animal attacks' happened. They caused a lot of problems and there were much more mystery cases than usual. So his father had to work a lot.
On a beautiful, sunny day in July Stiles was reading a very interesting book of ancient celtic myths when suddenly someone knocked on the front door. He didn't want to open it so he acted like nothing happened but the guest was persistent.
- I know you're in there, Stiles – shouted Derek. – I can hear your heartbeats, remember?
Stiles walked to the window and opened it extremely slowly.
- What do you want? – he asked. Then just shook his head. - You know what? I don't even care! I'm busy right now, don't have time for you – told him.
- I don't care even if you're having lunch with the Queen of England. Let me in, Stilinski! – said the older one madly.
- And why would I do that again? – Stiles asked.
- Because you don't want your throat ripped out, I guess – answered Derek with an evil little smirk. He knew this should work.
- You say something – nodded Stiles as he closed the window. – Come in! Door's open!
- Finally – sighed Derek deeply. Then he went in and up to get to Stiles' room. The teen's room was really clean and lightful, so technically it was nothing like a normal teenager's room. Especially not a boy's. But it was Stiles. He always took some Aderall and started to tidy if he wanted to find out something.
- Why are you here? – asked the owner of the room after some minutes of silence.
- Actually… - Derek shook his head. – Scott doesn't want me to tell you…
- That makes one more reason to tell me right now – answered Stiles. Scott has been overprotective lately. He didn't want to share anything supernatural with Stiles because he didn't want him to do something stupid. But they also couldn't talk about Allison because Scott knew that him having someone hurted Stiles a bit. So they didn't know what to talk about.
- The alphas wanted us to fight with them. And we didn't react. So probably they want to make us – explained Derek. – Isaac had the idea that they maybe want to kidnap one of us. But Scott said that it would make more sense if they'd kidnap someone who's important to any of us and can't fight them right away. So that makes things messier. Possible targets are Mrs. McCall, Allison and Lydia. And you, of course as the original Mr.-Know-It-All of the pack.
- Are they that conceited? – laughed Stiles loudly. - Allison is an Argent. Her father would probably hunt and torture them to get her back. And kill them slowly and painfully after he got the information he needed. Not to mention Scott, of course… And then there's Lydia. I mean, c'mon! She actually has some unidentified badass superpower and she's even immune! – Stiles said. – And, yeah. I almost forget about Melissa. She's Scott's mom. And if it's not enough, she's dating with my father, who just happend to be the sheriff.
- Obviously. And also we talked about all of them. And that's why I came to you and not to them – Derek nodded.
- And by that you mean…? – Stiles asked surprised.
- I mean… - Derek started slowly like he'd say this to a five year old kid – Lydia can perfectly protect herself and so does Allison. And even if she can't, her father, as you said before, well… he definitely can. And Scott's mother's whether in the hospital or with your dad. Or at home with Scott. So she's barely even alone. But you Stiles… - Derek wobbled. – You just sit here all summer. You didn't answer to phone calls in the last two weeks nor open the door when someone came here. Practically noone sees you. It won't be hard to kidnap you. And none of us would notice that you went missing 'cause we don't see you anyway.
- So what? Should I join to my dad and Melissa on their dates? Or to Scott and Allison? Speaking of devil… I could just move into the Argent house! Papa Argent would be absolutely fine with the situation. I think we would make a pretty good team! – said Stiles sarcastically. – Better idea! I should live with Lydia and we could call Jackson every night! I would enjoy that so much!
- Can I talk? – Derek asked as Stiles stopped. – Are you done with your burst of anger? Or have you any other amazing ideas?
- Are there any other options? I'm not sure. Did I forget about something? – Stiles shook his head. – I'm not a kid. I don't need babysitting
- You realised that right know you're acting just like a kid? – sneered Derek. – And I've never said that you need a babysitter. But you need protection. We all agreed – he sighed. – And that's why you're moving into my apartment. There's always someone there from the pack so you'll always have company. And the alphas won't be able to find you because…
- 'Cause the smell of your pack. I get it – nodded Stiles. – Are you okay with that? Me… moving in. You know that means me in your house, right? I'll always be in your way…
- It wasn't my idea, you can imagine. But there are a lot of rooms now that I rebuilt the house and it's too big just for me – he started to thrum on Stiles' wardrob. – And that's the only way for me to get Scott in my pack, to be honest. And it's also the safest so I'll just do it. I'll protect you even if you don't want me to – said Derek straightly.
- We'll have so much fun together, sourwolf! – responded Stiles ironically.
- Yeah, I'm sure we'll have – nodded Derek slowly and he left the room. – I'll be back in an hour. Pack your bags, Little Red Riding Hood. We're going to hell!
- I hope at least on the highway! – whispered Stiles when he heard the front door's closing.