"Get in the car." Derek says, supporting Stiles with his whole body. Stiles makes a move towards the driver's seat in his jeep, but Derek stops him.
"Oh no. I'm driving. You're hurt." He orders. Stiles quietly goes to the passenger seat and sits down with a heavy sigh and groans of pain.
Derek jumps into the driver's seat and drives as fast as he can back to his apartment. He turns the car off and walks over to Stiles. The boy is barely conscious. Derek frowns a little bit as he lifts him up and carries him all the way inside and drops him carefully in the sofa. Stiles groans a little.
Derek sits down beside him and checks his injuries. He frowns even more as he realizes that he needs to take Stiles' shirt off. He tries doing it carefully, but the shirt is wet with blood and torn apart at some places, so it's easier to just rip it apart totally. Derek checks the rest of the cuts on Stiles' body, trying not to stare at it. God, what was wrong with him tonight?
He cleans all the cuts, bandages them and does some stitches on the worst ones.
"Damn Peter…" Derek mutters as he works. As he's done he looks down at the teenager. He seems to get his consciousness back slowly. Derek sighs lightly with relief.
His uncle Peter had been tricking them again. He, Stiles and Derek were going to defeat Kate once and for all, but Peter had been working with Kate. While Derek was busy fighting his own uncle Kate attacked Stiles. The boy had been doing really well even though he's human and only had a bat to fight with. It was a miracle he was still alive. Derek had managed to make Peter and Kate retreat and half-carrying Stiles to Stiles' jeep. Derek growls quietly at the memories, but is interrupted by Stiles waking up.
"Derek? Where are we?" he asks, rubbing his face.
"In my apartment." Derek answers. Stiles nods and sits up.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" Derek asks.
"Not really. I'm a little bit too tired and I don't want my dad to see me like this. But if you'd rather do that than let me stay here that's fine." He says, still with his head in his hands.
"It's alright, you can stay here over night. You never know if Peter or Kate would attack again. And I had to kind of destroy your shirt to take care of your wounds. I'll go see if I've got one that's too small for me." He says and walks out of the room, leaving Stiles still trying to take the whole situation in.
Derek is soon back and tosses a shirt at him. Stiles catches it and pulls it over his head. He smiles a little bit at how much it smells of Derek.
Derek sits down beside Stiles and an uncomfortable silence falls over them. Stiles gets up and walks over to the small collection of movies he's spotted. He laughs a little when he sees that it's mostly romantic comedies.
"Those are Peter's. I don't really like them." Derek says in an unreadable tone. Stiles picks one of them and Derek walks over.
"I'll start it. You get back in the sofa." He commands and Stiles obeys for once. As soon as the movie has started he sits back in the sofa. He's surprised by how quiet Stiles are. The only sounds he makes are low comments about some of the most cliché lines and little laughs every now and then.
Derek guesses that it's because he's incredibly tired after the… eventful evening. After about half the movie Derek feels something quite heavy against his arm. He looks down and almost smiles at the sight of Stiles half asleep, lying with his against Derek's arm. Derek decides not to do anything about it and just let the boy be. He's glad Stiles isn't a werewolf, otherwise the speed his heart is beating at would be very embarrassing.
It's not long until Stiles starts snoring. Derek smiles and decides to sit like that night, not risking to waking Stiles up with too much movements. He bends down and kisses Stiles on the forehead.
"Good night, Stiles." He whispers.
"Good night, Derek." Stiles mumbles into his arm and Derek freezes. Stiles is not completely gone. Derek prays that he won't remember the kiss when he wakes up.
And he's lucky. At least he thinks so. As soon as the sun rises Stiles yawns and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He looks around and seems very confused. Then he spots Derek.
"Derek? What the hell happened last night? I remember the fight, and barely going back to the car. The rest is black." He says with a voice heavy from sleeping.
"I drove back here to patch you up, and you didn't want your dad to see you like that so you stayed here." Derek explains, feeling more secure. If Stiles didn't remember anything else, he couldn't possibly remember the little kiss, right?
"Okay. I suppose there is a really good explanation to that I'm wearing what I guess is one of your shirt too?" Stiles asks.
"I had to rip your shirt apart to take care of some cuts on your body, so yes there is." Derek says and Stiles nods.
"I think I remember something about that… yes I do. You gave it to me when I became conscious again yesterday, right?" Stiles asks. Derek tries to hide his reaction to Stiles starting to remember.
"And if I remember it correctly we watched some of Peter's movies and then I fell asleep?" Stiles asks and Derek nods again. Stiles smirks.
"There's something you hope I don't remember… did you get angry and throw me against a wall?" he asks, with a hand checking his hand for eventual damage, but Derek shakes his head.
"Forget it, it was nothing" he says. Stiles shakes his head and starts thinking. He doesn't say anything for a long while, which worries Derek since that kid usually never shuts up.
"Ah, right! You kissed my forehead right before I fell asleep!" Stiles bursts out and Derek goes stiff. Stile laughs at him.
"Anyways, I should be getting back home before dad starts to worry." Stiles says and stands up. He bends down and kisses Derek on the cheek before he almost jumps out of the apartment.
"Thanks for patching me up and letting me stay here!" he shouts before he's gone, leaving Derek sitting in the sofa, legit smiling and trying to process what had just happened.
