THIRTY DAYS OF US

DAY ONE - HOLDING HANDS

Pairing: fem!StilesxDerek

Rated: T (for paranoia)

[i don't own teen wolf :*(]

He didn't understand teenagers.

Derek growled to himself as he sat on his newly-restored front porch, arms crossed and sitting over his knees. His foam green eyes narrowed as he watched his pack play. They were supposed to be training, but somewhere along the way- probably between Scott and Issac tickling each other and Stiles's screaming 'DOG PILE' and tackling Boyd and Jackson- the sparring had turned to a game of tag-and-tackle.

Derek shook his head, rolling his eyes as Stiles ran over to Lydia and tackled her, sending the two girls plummeting towards the leafy forest floor in giggles. "No tag backs!" Stiles shouted before jumping up and running away, jumping on Issac's back and demanding that he piggy-back her to safety.

There was a creak in the wood of the porch as Peter sat next to Derek, lighting a cigarette and lifting it to his lips. Derek quickly grabbed the paper stick and crushed it in his hand, tossing the ashes onto the ground. Peter pouted at his nephew. "Now that wasn't nice. Do you know how much those things cost these days?"

"Get an e-cigarette, if you must smoke," Derek said monotonously as he continued to watch the teenagers out on the property, "but I will not stand the smell of cancer sticks around my house."

"Our house, dearest nephew."

Derek growled deep in his throat and shot Peter a red-eyed glare, but said nothing. The Alpha then directed his eyes back towards his pack. It seemed that Scott was now 'it', as he was chasing Allison and Erica up a tree. Lydia was hiding behind a bush with Jackson- likely doing other than just hiding- and Issac was probably on the roof of the house. Boyd had Stiles on his shoulders, the girl laughing loudly as she made faces and threw taunts at Scott. The beta turned and grinned at his friend mischevously before charging at Boyd, pushing him back.

Scott was not as strong as Boyd was, albeit the fact that he was faster, so his push didn't do much to the larger werewolf. Stiles, however, was placed precariously on Boyd's shoulders, hardly hanging on with one hand as the other held her frog-decorated cap to her head. So, when Scott pushed Boyd, Stiles let out a scream and fell backwards into the leaves.

The pack started laughing loudly at the girl's misfortune. Derek, however, sat up a bit straighter on the porch, frowning as he tried to get a look at Stiles's face. The leaves were narrowly placed to where the Alpha couldn't see Stiles's face. He looked to Boyd and Scott, both of which were laughing- until they turned to see Stiles.

Boyd's face turned to one of shock, while Scott let out a yelp of, "Oh crap!" and crouched down next to his friend, helping her to sit up. Derek quickly stood and crossed over to the teenagers, his fists clenched and his eyes hard.

Stiles was sitting up and breathing evenly, although her heartbeat was faster than usual. Derek could tell she was trying to calm herself. Her voice came in clearer from where she was murmuring to Scott as Derek grew closer. "It's fine, Scott, it's just a sprain- I'll be fine, stop worrying- Scott-"

Erica, Allison, and Lydia were quickly gathering around the other girl, with Boyd and Jackson looming over them. Scott and Issac were both crouched in the leaves, both hovering over Stiles as the girl tried to get them to move back so that she could breathe.

"Move."

Derek said the word so sharply that his pack all looked to him in shock at first. Then, the girls and Boyd all moved away. Issac looked at Stiles with a frown, then nodded to Derek and moved away. Scott glared at the Alpha, and it took a semi-shift of red eyes and fangs to get the teenager to move away just a step.

Derek crouched in front of Stiles, instantly looking her over for wounds. Her jeans didn't have any tears or blood, and neither did her shoes or jacket. Her face was unmarred, moles sticking out on her paling face. "I-I'm fine," she spoke to Derek, but he could tell- by her scent and her face- that she was far from it.

"Where does it hurt?"

Stiles extended her arm, and Derek looked at her wrist. The appendage was twisted grotesquely and had a thick scrape along the underside of her wrist that was letting blood trail down her forearm. Stiles's face paled even further at the sight of her blood dropping onto the forest floor, and her breath hitched. Derek looked up to her, swearing when he saw the pin-prick pupils in the girl's topaz eyes.

"Stiles, calm down," he said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Stiles's breathing grew more uneven, and Derek cursed again. He quickly pulled her chin up to where she couldn't see her wrist, forcing the girl's eyes to meet his. "Stiles," he said her name calmly, more soothing than any of the pack had heard him speak in a long while. "Stiles, take a deep breath... and let it slowly."

The girl did so, and a fleck of color came back to her face as she did. Derek helped her to stand, leading her towards the house slowly with his hand fixated around her forearm gently. Stiles whimpered when she saw her wrist, but Issac and Scott quickly came to her other side and began talking to calm her down.

"Hey, you excited about the next game, Stiles? Maybe coach'll actually let Issac play-"

"Shut up, Scott! I'll play, won't I, Stiles? And you'll be sitting there on the bench with our towels and water bottles ready, like a good little manager, won't you?"

"She's not a dog, Issac-"

"But you are-"

"So are you-"

"Stop. Talking," Derek snarled as he slammed the front door on the teenagers' faces. He swiftly sat Stiles down on the front room couch- the normal hang-out of the pack, directly left of the front door- and darted into the kitchen. Stiles had stocked the kitchen with plenty of food, utensils (including the mandatory paper plates and plastic cups), and a First Aid kit.

Derek made his way back into the front room, where Stiles was sitting with her head leaned on the back of the couch, the crown of her head resting on the cool wall behind her. Her injured wrist sat on her knee, her hand shaking tremendously as she tried to stay calm. Derek sat down in front of her on the coffee table, tenderly taking her hand in his.

The Alpha almost flinched at the sudden coolness and light spark that went through Stiles's fingertips to his wrist.

The realistic side of him assured Derek that Stiles's body temperature was lower than his, and she was going into shock- ergo her hand would be cold- and the spark had to have just been static shock. The hopeless romantic part of Derek that had clung to the cold recesses of his heart, however, told him different.

Derek pushed the thoughts away and began inspecting Stiles's wrist. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it wasn't broken- just sprained, like Stiles had said. The Alpha put a gauze pad over the scrape on the girl's wrist, feeling a pain in his chest when she whimpered. Silently, Derek closed his eyes and willed Stiles's pain through her wrist towards his fingers.

When he opened his eyes, Derek saw the fading of black veins. Stiles's eyes peered open, and she looked at Derek with her too-pale face and too-cold eyes. "T-Thank you," the girl said quietly, smiling softly at Derek.

The Alpha flushed, turning his face towards Stiles's wrist as he wrapped it up tightly with athletic tape, telling himself that he was not blushing and that Stiles's smile was not cute. He finished tying up Stiles's wrist and moved to grab a bag of frozen vegetables or something from the freezer. Stiles let out a sigh of relief at the sudden chill over her injury.

Derek sat next to the girl on the couch, closing his eyes. He took her injured hand in his lap and held it, pulling vile black pain from her veins and forcing them into his own hand. Stiles's pained face relaxed, and she let out a sigh from her lips. They sat there for several minutes, in complete silence, until Derek felt something warm hit his shoulder. His eye cracked open, and he saw Stiles's green frog hat in his face. The werewolf rolled his eyes, but easily relaxed against the girl, closed his eyes once more, and fell asleep- their hands still connected.

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