After Peter left with a reluctant Lydia, Derek lay on the burnt up floor of his childhood home wondering what was gonna happen next. And that is how Scott and Stiles found him an hour later.
"Dude," Stiles looked down at him in confusion and concern. "Why are you here? Didn't you swear up and down that you'd never come back?"
"Shut up, Stiles. Please." Derek muttered closing his eyes hoping that when he opened them they'd be red again, but he knew no matter how hard he tried, his eyes would only turn Beta blue. The same blue they'd been before he had killed Peter. Keeping his eyes closed, he told the boys, "Peter's back. Lydia was forced to help him or else he'd kill us all and make her watch."
"What do you mean Peter's back? We burned his body and you slashed his throat!" Scott yelled clenching his hands. Derek could feel the anger building up in the teen's body as he lay on the floor. Believe it or not, restraining and then having to fight 3 werewolves on their first moon is tiring work.
"He wasn't technically dead because when he bit Lydia, he sort of made this," Stiles floundered for a minute looking for the right word. "Connection with her. He used her to do all the things he couldn't and I'm guessing he had her poison Derek to get him here." At the mention of getting poisoned by the girl, Derek groaned turning onto his side and right into Stiles' thigh. Blinking at the blue fabric of the boy's jeans, Derek seemed to hesitate for a second before letting his head drop onto Stiles' leg. "Uh, what? You're not being all 'I am Alpha, hear me roar.' Why aren't you doing any of that?" Scott looked confused for a moment before he nodded.
"'m not Alpha anymore." Derek replied his answer coming out muffled as he turned his head to bury his face in the boy's thigh. Stiles smacked him lightly on the head and then a bit harder when he processed the words.
"You didn't just say you're not Alpha. I am not listening to anything that walking dead freak says! Will Erica, Isaac and Boyd have to obey him? Cause you know Erica won't take that to good and she'll probably end up hurting herself or someone else while trying to kill Peter." Scott states glaring down at Derek when he doesn't answer right away. When a few minutes go by and he still doesn't say anything, both Stiles and Scott look down at him. "Wow. He fell asleep." Stiles just face palms himself before smiling. And Scott knows what that smile means; I've just thought of something that'll probably get us killed, but it will help.
"Drag him to the Jeep." Stiles says getting to his feet after making sure the werewolf was actually asleep and not just pretending. "Is it safe to take him back to the train yard?" Scott shakes his head grunting at the effort it takes to lift the older man.
"The wolves will still be under the moons influence, so he should probably stay with you until he wakes up." Scott tells him when he succeeds in getting Derek into the backseat of the Jeep. The man mumbles something looking pained for a moment before a low whine that sounds suspiciously like Stiles' name escapes his throat. Scott gapes at his best friend, then shakes his head and holds his hand out for the keys. "He's gonna keep sounding like that unless you…comfort him." And it looks and sounds like it pained Scott to even say that. Stiles sighs reluctantly handing the keys to his baby over and then slips into the backseat; Derek immediately curls up next to him, head resting on his chest and his arms curled around the teens waist.
"Hey, shh." Stiles murmurs ignoring the look his friend is shooting him as he carefully cards a hand through the werewolf's hair. "You're okay. I've got you." The murmuring continues until they come to a stop in the Stilinski's driveway and Scott looks back at them.
"Your dad's sleeping, so we should probably get him inside." Scott informs him sliding out of the driver's seat and opening the back door. When Stiles cautiously moves away, Derek whines again trying to follow until he's half out and half in the Jeep. And when he almost tumbles out, Scott grips him under the arms tugging gently. Once they both accomplish the task of getting him into the house, up the stairs and into Stiles' room (without waking up his dad), Stiles lets himself drop into his computer chair boneless. And that's when Derek decides he's done whining and starts growling, the sound steadily getting louder.
"Please stop! My dad's gonna come in here and I'm gonna have to lie to keep your ass from going to jail. So stop it! Bad wolf!" Stiles begs wheeling himself over until he's by his bed and can get a hand in the man's hair. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he stops growling at the first feel of contact. "You mean to tell me, I have to do this all night for him to sleep? All night?" Stiles is this close to having a panic attack when Scott just nods at him looking sheepish.
"Well, gotta go. Have fun!" Scott calls out as he literally leaps out the window and into the night. Stiles groans letting his head thump down onto his bed.
"I hate you. I really do, Sourwolf."
"No, you don't." Derek mutters sleepily. Stiles yelps when he looks up into sleep-hazed hazel eyes. Derek quirks an eyebrow when all Stiles does is stare. "Stiles?"
"Hmm?" The teen hums looking anywhere at the werewolf on his bed.
"You can let go now. Your grip is kinda painful." Derek admits quietly blinking until his gaze clears and he's staring at the boy. Stiles makes an 'O' with his mouth before promptly releasing his grip on the older man's hair. "Go to sleep, Stiles. You have school in the morning." Derek scooted over making room for the teen.
"Actually, make that in like 4 hours." Stiles said shrugging after he'd changed out of his jeans and multiple shirts into his pajamas. "Don't think I'll be able to sleep, so you can have the bed. I'll just get some research done on, you know, bringing the dead back to life and stuff like that." Derek mutters something that Stiles can't hear and when the teen looks at him again, he's knocked out.
Sometime around 2AM, Stiles is in the middle of looking up Can werewolves be brought back to life after dying? when Derek starts tossing around on his bed. Sighing, Stiles thinks he should probably do something to calm him down, but before he can move, a scream tears its way out of the wolfs throat and it's the underlying agony that has Stiles scrambling out of his seat and onto his bed. He doesn't know if he should cuddle the werewolf or just talk complete nonsense until he calms down, so he decides to go with talking. And surprisingly, that doesn't work, so he resigns himself to leaning against the headboard, wrapping his arm around Derek's shoulder when he turns onto his side and pulling himself closer. Almost immediately, the sounds of distress stops and a kitten-like purr almost makes Stiles rethink his decision.
He doesn't know when he fell asleep, but at exactly 6:30 AM, his alarm goes off and he has to struggle to shut it off before it wakes his bed guest. Apparently, that was a lost cause since Derek stretched his arm back, practically crushed the alarm clock and then settled the appendage back around Stiles' waist.
"I know you're awake. I need to get ready for school or my dad's gonna come in here and find you, then I'll get in trouble and you'd go to jail...again." Stiles said poking whatever skin he could find that was showing on the werewolf. He kept on poking until Derek nipped his collarbone.
"You're so annoying." The older man said his voice rough from sleep. Stiles nodded trying to free his arm from where it was wedged between Derek and his mattress and he almost went tumbling off his bed when Derek lifted his body up then lay back down with his head stuffed under the pillow he was using.
"Lazy ass wolf." Stiles muttered shaking his head.