This is my first shot at a Teen Wolf story, I have had ideas in my mind for ages so thought i would just start writing. This is set after season 3, but Derek didn't get captured by Kate.

Please let me know what you all think :)

You Take It All Away

Chapter 1

Derek smelt him before he heard him. Stiles always had a unique smell to him, musky but with a little bit of spice and something else that Derek could never put his finger on. Right now the smell of his panic was overriding his other scents. Sensing how scared the teenager was, Derek shot out of bed and made his way downstairs, he could have just jumped out of the window but he had a feeling that would have terrified him even more. By the time he had got downstairs, the sound of footsteps pacing back and forth outside had vanished and Stiles was gone. Derek stood outside confused, he knew no one had taken him, there was no other scents around and he could practically see Stiles running back home, hearing his footsteps. It was late, dark and Derek ran back inside and pulled on his shoes and jumper before heading over to Stiles's house, he didn't go in, didn't climb up to his window to see if he was there. He could feel that he was safe, could hear his pacing again on his bedroom floor this time, and then heard the Sheriff come in. Stiles was home, Stiles was okay. Derek decided he would go back home to bed.

It wasn't until Derek had heard Scott 'bitching' that Stiles hadn't called or text him back that Derek realised no one knew Stiles was home. After everything that had happened with the Nogitsune his dad had decided they both needed a break from Beacon Hills. In all honesty Derek didn't think they would come back. Too much had happened, they both deserved a clean slate, especially Stiles. Derek didn't mention him being home, didn't tell him all he should do is go round there instead he told him to give him space. Stiles had been through a lot, though none of it really his fault his face would always be associated with death. Alison's death. Scott had just nodded, as though he only just realised that and headed home. Derek just sighed, teenagers could be quite oblivious.

That night Stiles was back outside his door. He didn't seem as panicked as the previous night, he was still scared though, his movements still showing the anxiety within him. Derek pulled his shoes on and a jumper and headed downstairs once again. This time Stiles hadn't ran away, instead he was sitting cross legged on the floor. "For a werewolf you're not very stealthy."

Derek chuckled softly and sat beside him. "I wasn't trying to be."

Stiles just nodded and took a shaky breath. "Were you sleeping?"

"No." Derek replied. "When was the last time you slept?"

"An hour or so ago?" Stiles shrugged.

"A proper sleep Stiles, were you didn't wake up screaming," Derek pressed gently.

"Months ago." Stiles replied honestly. Derek didn't know what to say, he just nodded and placed a hand on his knee giving a comforting squeeze. Stiles looked down at the hand and smiled small. "My dad had me on sleeping pills, but they made me feel like i was drowning in the nightmares." He whispered. "I wake him up nearly every night, I don't mean to. But sometimes i don't even think he's sleeping himself."

"He's a good man, he cares about you." Derek smiled.

"I know that." Stiles sighed. "I just worry that with me not sleeping and him not sleeping, he'll be sick and I can't lose him. He's all i have."

"You're not going to lose him." Derek assured him.

"I hurt a lot of people. Maybe not me, but my face...What if someone wants revenge?" Stiles panicked. Derek knew this was just a crazed thought, but he didn't want to tell Stiles that. Derek had a feeling he was the first person he had opened up to about all of this.

"I don't think anyone will want revenge Stiles, everyone knows it wasn't you. But, i promise I will look out for him, okay?"

"You'll do that for me?" Stiles asked. "After all that I did?"

"Stiles, you didn't do anything." Derek said softly. "You're shaking. Come on, let's get you inside. You can sleep here." Derek stood up and practically picked Stiles up, he was weak, thin. He wondered when the last time he had a proper meal inside of him. Stiles didn't say anything as Derek steered him to the bedroom. He didn't say anything when Derek sat him on the bed and took his shoes off for him.

"This is your bed." Stiles whispered as Derek laid him down.

"It is." Derek shrugged as he draped the blanket over him. "I'll be in the living room okay?"

"Okay." Stiles whispered back. "Thank you Derek."

"Nothing to thank me for. Get some sleep, shout if you need me." Before Derek could even finish his sentence Stiles was already fast asleep. Derek padded out to the living area and sat down on the sofa. He reached for his phone and sent a text to Stiles's dad, letting him know that Stiles was here and was okay. He got a text straight away, he could picture the Sheriff sitting anxiously with his phone in his hand waiting for someone to text him. The Sheriff thanked him for letting him know and Derek put his phone away, he laid back on the sofa, his feet dangling over the arm of the chair and he closed his eyes trying to capture a few hours of sleep, knowing it wouldn't be long before Stiles would wake up screaming.