Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

A/N: so this fic is going to be broken up weirdly because the chapters is based on a Derek Fucking_Hale. I wrote it as a oneshot but I ended up deciding it needed to be broken up into chapters. Read it as a oneshot but still you should enjoy the chapters because they'll be titled amusingly.

Yeah Stiles is generally a klutz but this was totally different. For once, him getting hurt was through no fault of his own, or because of his relation to the pack. He was walking to his car after a late night at the library when, yes of course because he's Stiles Fucking Stilinski, he got mugged. Yes, his cop father, and only friends were all were-somethings, and he got mugged. The one normal human in his life, not a cop or a supernatural being, he was just a student, and he got mugged. His wallet and phone were taken but luckily he got to keep his car keys. Also, because he was Stiles Goddamn Stilinski, he got two black eyes. Not just one, but two. The guy thought Stiles' frantic search for his wallet was something or other so, yeah, he punched him, in the face, twice. His fists collided painfully with each of Stiles' eye sockets. That was how Stiles knew the gun was a fake but with punches like that the guy didn't need a gun. So he slunk home to tell his father who was livid, and then got on his laptop and sent a message to Scott about it. Naturally, Scott told Derek who then proceeded to run, yes run, not drive his luxurious car or walk at a calm leisurely pace, but run at full on top speed and, being a werewolf, it was a high-speed. Derek didn't bother with formalities like knocking on the door, he simply let himself in, silently, and stalked up to Stiles's room, because, well, he's Derek Fucking Psycho Hale. As his eyes landed on Stiles, sitting at his laptop, the dull blue glow lighting up Stiles's battered face in the semi-dark room, he felt his entire body go rigid. Someone had hurt him, had hurt his Stiles. Derek wasted no time, he was on the boy, sniffing and grabbing and snarling. Each of the three things had a very Derek reason.

- The sniffing: to track the bastard who did it.

- The grabbing: to reassure Derek that Stiles was here, with him now, safe.

- The snarling: someone had hurt Stiles and he was beyond fucking pissed.