A/N: Well hello Teen Wolf fandom! I am woefully behind the times on this bandwagon because dang, this show is wonderful and I'm sad I didn't get to watch it live. But I'm here now and let's be honest, it's all about Stiles people. Stiles is the show. With Derek as a very close second. I'm super here for all the bromance of this show and what a delightful number of bromances there are!

And now, I present to you some wonderful Stiles whump. Enjoy!

Derek had never committed straight out, unprovoked murder. But tonight he was seriously considering it. He stopped walking and the footsteps behind him stopped. He took three more steps and paused with the same effect. He started walking faster and the crunching footsteps followed, even louder this time. Finally he turned around. "You know I can hear you following me right? Literally all of Beacon Hills can hear you from here."

There was nothing but silence. "Stiles, I know you're there. I can smell you."

After several more seconds the offender stepped out from behind a tree. "First of all, I showered today, so I don't smell. Second of all, I'm not following you. You happen to be investigating what I'm investigating so my proximity to you is just a coincidence."

Derek smirked. "If you're investigating what I'm investigating, does that make you one step behind me?"

Stiles thought for a moment. "Or you're rushing ahead while I take the time to look at things with a more broad understanding."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Go home Stiles. I don't need your help."

Stiles jogged and caught up with him. "Are you sure? Scott loves my help."

"Well I'm not Scott."

"Obviously. Scott would never leave his pack behind and walk alone into the woods in the middle of the night searching for a rogue omega who's already injured two people."

"You mean like you're doing?"

"I'm not alone. I'm with you."

Derek strongly disagreed. "I don't need help. It's one omega. I'll track him down, take him out, end of story."

"But are you sure there isn't more to it? Do we have to just take him down? And how do you know it's a him? That's a little sexist. Girls can be werewolves too."

"Because I have supernatural abilities and you don't. Which makes it unsafe for you to be out here. So go home." He emphasized the last two words.

Stiles stopped walking as Derek continued on. "Fine!" he yelled. "But if you get into some kind of god awful werewolf skirmish where your limbs get ripped off don't come crying to m—"

There was a snarl, a flash of movement, and then a choked cry of pain. Derek whipped around to see Stiles pinned against a tree, the omega holding him there by his throat.

Derek let out a growl and sprang forward, knocking the offender off balance and away from Stiles. He slashed at its chest and throat, going for the kill rather than leave him to hurt another person in Beacon Hills. In return he took a bite to his shoulder and claws across his spine.

He roared in pain and threw his assailant into a tree. The omega squealed before loping off deeper into the woods. Derek got to his feet and began to follow, but there was a groan to his right and he remembered Stiles. The teen was lying prone on the ground. Chances were he'd be fine on his own now that the omega was on the run, but Scott would kill him if anything happened to his best friend. Derek walked toward him. "Stiles get up."

Stiles sat up, rubbing his head. "Well that was less than fun."

"Are you going to sit around all night?"

"Yes, I'm fine thanks for asking Derek," Stiles said acidly as he began to get to his feet. "Ow."

He pressed a hand to his stomach and when he pulled it away it was dark with blood. "Oh god."

Derek's own stomach lurched and his body moved with it. He went to his knees beside Stiles. "Lie down."

Stiles stared down at the blood covering his hand, a bewildered look on his face. "Is that…am I bleeding?"

"Stiles lie down!" Derek pushed him forcefully back into the dirt. He ripped apart his shirt and found deep claw marks scoring the flesh on the boy's abdomen, blood flowing from them at an alarming rate.

"Oh shit. This is bad right? Is this bad? Am I dying?" Stiles babbled. "Is this what dying feels like? I don't want to die here with you Derek. I don't even like you."

"Shut up," Derek growled as he pressed his hands against the torn flesh. "You're not dying."

Stiles let out a moan at the pressure and then continued to rasp out, "Am I turning? Didn't Peter say something about that once? I don't want to turn either! I'm very comfortable with the amount of body hair I already have."

"You're not turning! It's not that bad." That was kind of a lie. Derek didn't have a vast amount of experience with injured humans, and while this didn't seem instantly fatal, it didn't seem like a papercut either. There was a lot of blood.

"I'm gonna throw up," Stiles said.

"No you're not. Take some deep breaths all right? We're going to get you out of here."

"It hurts when I breathe."

"Well at least that means you're not dead."

The bleeding wasn't stopping and Stiles' pale face was beginning to look even whiter in the moonlight. If they didn't do something fast things were going to take a turn for the worse. Derek didn't want to think what Scott would do when he found out his best friend had been torn to shreds on Derek's watch. He took a deep breath. "Hold this. Do not let go," he said. He put a wad of Stiles' torn shirt into the boy's hand and then pressed it against the wound.

"Where are you going?"

"Up. Come on. Get up." He hauled Stiles to his feet ignoring the grunts of pain and protest. "We have to get close enough to the road for cell service."

"My insides are hanging on my outside and you're worried about whether or not you can order a pizza?"

How could this kid be a hair from death and yet still so incredibly annoying? "No I'm worried about being able to call for help so I don't have to bite you and make you part of my pack. Because honestly I can't think of anything I want less in this life."

"Right back at ya buddy," Stiles said with a touch of actual venom in his voice. "If I'm joining anybody's pack as a wolf, it's Scott's."

"If you walk a little faster you won't have to join a pack at all," Derek snapped more harshly than he meant.

They stumbled through the undergrowth and Derek tried not to think about what would happen if the omega turned around came after them. He could feel his own wounds beginning to itch as they knit back together, but Stiles wouldn't be so lucky. In fact if anything, all this jostling about was going to make his injuries worse.

Stile's knees buckled and Derek stumbled as he took the boy's full weight. "Stiles, come on!"

"Sorry, I just, I need to sit for a second," he gasped.

Derek lowered him to the ground. Blood was streaming from the wounds even faster than before. "Oh geez. That's a lot of blood," Stiles said thickly, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"Don't look at it," Derek said. The fabric Stiles was holding was soaked with blood so he ripped off the bottom of his own shirt and pressed it into the wound. Stiles moaned in pain, his back arching against it. Derek felt a trickle of something, maybe compassion, maybe just straight up fear. "Hey, Stiles, come on. Pain makes us human. Tough it out."

"Easy for you to say. I'm the only one out here who's ever been human," Stiles said between gritted teeth.

Some of the fight had come back into his eyes and Derek took that as a sign he was ready and hauled him to his feet again. They walked for ten more minutes before Derek began to hear the faint sounds of the road and then, as if by a miracle, they came across Stiles' jeep. "Oh thank god," he breathed moving a little bit faster.

He shoved Stiles into the passenger side, pressing the makeshift bandage further into the gaping flesh. "Hold it tight," he said firmly.

He jumped into the driver's side and hit the gas, fishtailing a little as they pulled onto the road. He managed to get his phone out of his pocket and dial Scott. It went straight to voicemail. "Scott it's me. Come to hospital. It's Stiles."

He glanced over at Stiles to see his eyes closed, mouth slightly open. "Stiles! Hey! Talk to me! Don't go to sleep!"

His eyes opened blearily. "I thought you wanted me to shut up."

"Not right now. Talk. About something. Anything. Come on. Tell me how much you hate me."

"I hate you."

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Why?"

There was no response. "Stiles come on! Why do you hate me?"

"You stink," Stiles mumbled.

"And what else?"

"You're a pompous asshole."

Derek nodded. "True."

"You stole my best friend."

Derek looked at him sharply. "What?"

But Stiles didn't answer. His head flopped forward and the hand that had been keeping the wound closed slid down until blood began dripping onto the seat.

"Shit!" Derek hit the gas and took them flying into the parking lot of the hospital. "Stiles wake up!" he growled as he pulled him from the car.

He burst through the hospital doors and his eyes landed on Melissa McCall. Blessed Melissa McCall who would know what to do. Who would know how to fix this. "He's bleeding out!" he said desperately.

"Call Dr. Morton!" Melissa ordered as Derek laid Stiles on a gurney. "What happened?"

"It was an omega," Derek said quietly. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"What about you?" Her eyes glanced over the gashes in his shirt and side.

"I'm healing. Take care of Stiles."

Five seconds later they were gone and Derek was left alone. He sank down into a chair. He had no obligation to wait. Stiles wasn't his pack. But something kept him glued to the seat. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was some kind of loyalty to Scott. Or maybe it was the way Stiles had looked while unconscious in the car, so helpless and broken. Whatever it was, Derek stayed until Melissa came and found him.

"Derek?"

"How is he?" he asked, trying not to sound too anxious.

"He lost a lot of blood. He's pretty weak. But they were able to fix the damage. He's lucky that thing missed his vital organs. He'll be all right."

Derek exhaled. "I was standing right there. I told him to go. If I'd just paid more attention…" the words tumbled from his lips unbidden. Apparently he felt guiltier than he'd thought.

She touched his hand. "You got him here in time. You saved his life."

It had been so long since he'd had a mom he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Her assurance soothed his broken spirit.

"Come on." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you cleaned up."

He rose and then looked around, aware that someone was missing. "Where's the sheriff?"

"He's out of town. I called him and he's on his way back. Probably speeding if I know him."

Derek nodded tiredly, wincing as the still tender wounds on his back pulled. "You're sure you're okay?" Melissa asked.

Physically he was fine. Emotionally…he wasn't sure yet. But he'd already said more than he'd meant to. He took a breath and shoved his feelings back down where they belonged. "Yeah, I'm good."

A/N: Hope you liked it! Leave your love in the reviews!