Now, before I start, I would like to say a big thank you to everyone that has taken an interest in my story! Also, I have had a positive response, which, I was not expecting as I did write this at 3 o'clock in the morning - No joke. It was 3 am... And this chapter at 1:40am :) So any mistakes, are most likely expected!

I some how need to kick Scott out of the picture, so I may bring Allison into the Story, depends on how I feelDereks. What do you think?

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen wolf or character. Just the sick twisted story plot I am putting them through.

Racing towards Stiles as fast as he could, without tripping up, he had just managed to reach him when his small delicate figure fell lifeless towards the floor. Reaching out with all his strength, he was able to catch him with only moments to spare sending a slight relief through him. Holding Stiles in his arms he lowered him gently to the ground, his head still resting on his forearm. Taking in Stiles appearance he could see visible signs of wear and tear (Too say the least), there were small pieces of glass still embedded in his face and small spots of dry blood covered his arms even through small cuts in his torn red hoodie, Stiles will not be pleased...

There was a fit of coughs that commenced as stiles came round, wary but very alive Derek sighed relief.

"Shhh, it's all right" Derek coxed, "I have got you", he reassured the teen who stared blankly for a moment before realising what happened and started violent shaking with the pure shock of the situation...

"My Car..." Stiles mumbled as he coughed more in evident pain and a look of distraught written over this features.

Derek remained quiet at this, he was unable to say it was still in tact and saying it was scattered in pieces would make the boy feel worse, therefore, he changed the subject, taking charge of the current situation, as he could see Stiles was beginning to deteriorate.

"Can you stand?" He said, helping the teen to his feet after a weak nod.

The moment Stiles' feet gained the slightest bit of weight he fell limply back into Derek's' grasp.

"Stiles!" Derek exclaimed, "Are you all right?"

"Car..." he whispered before his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious in Derek's arms.

"Stiles!" Hauling him into his arm, he took a quick glance around before beginning to carry him back to the lodge. (AN I think that's what it is called ._.)

'I could have done without this today' he muttered to himself, before sighing and continuing on.

When he arrived the pack were huddled outside, with looks of distress, clearly plastered on their faces.

Scott was the first one to speak, it was barely above a whisper concern coating his voice.

"Stiles..."

Derek pushed past him, "I need to get him inside"

"What happened?" Scott asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer, before Derek was able to draw breath he spoke again, "whoever it was I'll kill them"

"Stop" came Dereks blunt reply, "He is going to be fine but I need you to back off."

"But he's my best friend if anything happens to him, I swear!"

"He is going to be fine."

Taking Stiles inside he went up to his room (as he figured it would be more comfortable than the sofa telling the Pack to wait downstairs (not that, that was easy) and gently lowered him down be careful not to upset any of his injuries.

Taking out some bandages, he removed Stiles Hoddie, and tossed it behind him, to deal with later.

He started by removing the glass that was clinging to his skin, drawing them out carefully with tweezers before putting anti-septic spray on and then dressing the wounds appropriately.

'Always getting into trouble, aren't you." he Smiled to himself, after finishing to wrap Stiles up like an Egyptian mummy, and disposing of the dirty rags,

By this time Stiles has begun to come round, he could see slightly twitching in his fingers as his eyes opened slowly, although, something wasn't quite right – he could sense it.

It took Stiles a moment to come round, opening his eyes he looked up, where was he?

Panic started to bubble inside him as the scene played back in his head, his heart beat was painful in his chest as he sat up it just grew worse, he couldn't breathe, his chest felt tight and his eyes were watering. How could he have been so stupid?

He knew something was wrong when he started the car, coughs started to rack his small form when he heard something, it was quiet and sounded far away.

"-iles" Who was that?

"Stiles!" Why was some-one calling his name?

His head hurt too much to think and his chest ached almost as much as it did when he was rejected by Lydia. Ha, not a fun time.

"Stiles can you hear me?" It was then he realised who it belonged to, the voice was rough and loud on his already aching brain.

"Derek?" he mumbled.

"It's All right Stiles, you are safe, but I need you to calm down." Derek coxed in the hoped it would calm the boy down.

After a few minutes of complete chaos, Stiles had finally managed to calm his pulse to a less dangerous level.

"Are you okay?" Derek said with small vibes of concern radiating off his every move.

"Y..yes...err, what happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Well, I...I'm not sure..."

There was an intense moment of pause before Stiles gasped (in a rather girly fashion).

"That's it, my car it basically blew up!" His heart beat jolted again.

"Hey, it's okay, it can be replaced" Derek reassured him, "There wasn't anything worth bringing back from the wreck; however, you are lucky to be alive.

"Hmmm" Stiles just stared blankly at the white painted ceiling before trying to get up, but hissing in pain and falling back down.

"You have broken 4 of your ribs" Derek stated plainly, "don't try and move."

Looking down, Stiles had only just realised he was sitting there top half naked, his muscles (yes, he had muscles) on show. Trying to reduce some of the tension he flexed them to try and reduce the cramping.

He could feel Derek staring at him, looking up he caught his eye.

Then Derek spoke, breaking the awkward silence that was upon them..."Oh and Happy birthday Stiles.." Derek said smirking.

And that is me done for tonight, there will be more if you so wish.

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