Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from Teen Wolf or Baywatch, which is where the title is from.

18 year old Stiles Stilinski sighed as he got to the beach at Wolf Bay Resorts with Scott, the two of them heading to the lifeguard headquarters in order to meet their supervisors.

"You got your inhaler?"Scott asked as he glanced over at Stiles, knowing his friend rarely had attacks, but with the humidity that day, he wasn't sure if the inhaler was gonna be much help.

"Yes Scott, I'm sorry I'm not a werewolf like you and have to carry around this stupid piece of plastic,"Stiles sighed in a hushed tone as they entered the hub and changed into their board shorts and white tank tops. Slipping his feet into his black flip flops, Stiles sighed and put his inhaler in the pocket of his red shorts, looking up as his name was called by one of the senior guards with a grumpy look on his face.

"Stilinski, you're with me, McCall, you're with Allison Argent, she'll be here momentairily,"Derek said, giving a small nod to Stiles to follow him, giving the teen a stern look.

"See ya leter,"Stiles sighed to Scott as he followed Derek out of headquarters and far down the beach, about two miles to their tower, stifling a few small coughs.

"I'm Derek Hale. You okay?"Derek asked with a small glance back at Stiles as he unlocked their tower, grabbing some sunscreen to hand to the pale teen, noticing how red his face already was.

"Yeah. Fine,"Stiles stated as he covered up his wheeze, stripping his tank top off to apply the sunscreen he was handed. He gently started applying it to his arms and shoulders, feeling a cool hand on his back to apply the sunscreen.

"I don't want you getting a sunburn on your back, it's not fun,"Derek stated firmly, frowning when he felt the muscles on Stiles' back heaving, but said nothing since he figured the teenager would've mentioned something by now if he wasn't feeling well.

"Okay. But I won't get a sunburn,"Stiles blushed heavily as he finished rubbing the sunscreen in, tugging his tank top back on and shoving his hands into the pockets of his board shorts, fiddling nervously with his inhaler as he eyed the water, slipping on some sunglasses to shield his eyes.

"So, what made you decide to become a lifeguard?"Derek asked as he studied Stiles, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he raised an eyebrow behind his own sunglasses, studying the teen as he coughed. Reaching into a cooler, Derek grabbed a cold bottle of water and handed it to Stiles, motioning for the teen to take a drink.

"Your record said you have asthma. Do you have your inhaler with you?"Derek asked finally as the teen coughed deeply into his fist once more.

"Yeah, but I'm fine. I don't need it,"Stiles stated with a frown as another small round of coughs wracked his body.

"Sure you are kid. I'll belive that when you're not hacking up a lung due to all the humidity. Now sit down and hand me you're inhaler,"Derek stated as he nudged Stiles to a chair and found a medical kit Peter had told him to keep in his tower for the teen. Taking out a peak-flow meter, he motioned for Stiles to blow into it three times, mentally recording the numbers before he shook the inhaler for Stiles. "Take a deep breath of the medicine and count to ten,"he said gruffly as he took his iphone out, ready to call Peter back at headquarters just incase.

Stiles sighed weakly and did as he was told, taking a shaky breath from his inhaler once it was handed to him, coughing deeply before he took another breath of the medicine, coughing midway through the breath of medicine that he took.

"Okay, that's it, I'm calling back to headquarters. You need a breathing treatment and some rest. And next time, take a breathing treatment before you come into work,"Derek said gently but firmly to Stiles as he called Peter.

"Hey, Peter. Is Chris in the infirmary? Good, I need him to set up a breathing treatment for Stilinski, the kid's having an acute asthma attack. Send Danny to cover my tower, and have him bring the jeep so I can drive Stilinski up. I don't think he's up for walking right now,"Derek stated before he hung up the phone and rubbed Stiles' back to soothe the teen.

"Danny and Ethan are gonna be up to take over the tower in a few minutes. We're gonna go back to headquarters to see Chris and Isaac in infirmary to get you a breathing treatment,"Derek murmured, wincing when the teen started coughing once more.

Stiles gave a weak jerky nod and coughed more, letting Derek haul him to his feet as the sound of a rumbling jeep was outside the tower.

"Hey Stilinski, hope you feel better,"Danny said, patting Stiles on the shoulder before he took Ethan's hand and led him up the tower.

"Th-thanks,"Stiles choked out with another deep wheeze as Derek helped him into the passengers side and closed his eyes as he gasped frantically.

"Calm down, slow deep breaths Stilinski,"Derek murmured as he drove back to headquarters, scooping Stiles up as soon as they got back before he helped the teen walk into the infirmary, placing him on one of the cots. "His peak flows were 215, 170, and 150,"he stated before moving to the side as he let Chris take over, watching him take Stiles' pulse and check his breathing. Isaac came over with the nebulizer and swiftly set up a treatment for Stiles, gently slipping the mask over his nose and mouth before gently resing his hand on Stiles' side, trying to take a little bit of the pain away.

"Thanks Isaac, Chris. I think I can watch him now,"Derek said gently as he sat next to Stiles, a frown firmly set on his lips as he listened to the loud wheezing, hoping the teen would calm down more so the medicine could take better effect.

~Please review and I'll try and get the next chapter up this weekend.~