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Note: I'm so glad that you all liked the story Yay, thanks for all the love and everything. I really adore this fandom. As I mentioned before there will be individual stories. I will probably be doing a continuing of the first chapter but that will be in a later chapter.
Title: Taking care
Summary: Derek learns the hard way that his pack doesn't only consist of wolves but of humans and sometimes, humans just need a little bit care then werewolves.
Time line: Between first and second season
Pack members: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale and Allison Argent
He was feeling off the moment he rolled out of bed, late again, and hurried up to get to school. His head was pounding, there was no other word for it and Stiles was sniffling. He really hoped he wasn't going to come down with anything because hello, first there was a big game tonight in which he hoped he could actually play.
By the third period class, he knew that was out of the question. He sat shivering in his seat, having actually borrowed a sweater from Scott to try and get warm. His best friend was giving him concerned glances as Stiles tried not to give into the desire to close his eyes and take a nap on his desk.
It wasn't that he feared for his grades because he could afford a nap through this class but he doubted that he would want to wake up when he had fallen asleep. He rubbed at his eyes, hoping to make the headache go away but even despite the two painkillers he had taken the thing continued to bash around inside his skull.
He dreaded the next hours and the lacrosse practise that followed. He was too sick, especially when he began coughing. He had been feeling pretty miserable the past few days but he thought it had just been a cold, well, apparently he was mistaken, figures.
He sighed, dragging himself out of his seat when the bell for the next period rang. His world suddenly narrowed dangerously, tilting and Stiles let out a soft. "Whoa…"
A hand on his elbow steadied him and Scott leaned him against the wall in the hallway. "You okay?"
He wanted to nod but he found himself whispering. "No." Why was he kidding himself? He felt like crap, probably looking like crap too. Scott was watching him and then his best friend leaned in to scent him.
"Hey dude, no sniffling! Bad dog!" Even the joke sounded forced and his usual hyperactive all over the place energy had been replaced by a dead battery. He leaned back against the wall and pressed his hands against his eyes, willing the headache away.
The cool hand that touched his forehead didn't belong to Scott and Stiles nearly fell over in the hurry to open his eyes and push his hands away. Scott steadied him with a pointed look and Allison smiled worriedly at him.
"You're burning up." The soft comment of Scott's girlfriend was enough for Scott to try and feel for himself but Stiles batted his hands away. He shook his head, moaning when that action send spikes of pain through his skull.
"You look ready to fall over. You should go home." Scott eyed him worriedly and Stiles nodded. Yeah that might be a good idea. Just crawl in bed, perhaps he would feel more human somehow.
He would need to go to the nurse office to call in sick but the moment he took a step the hallway tilted dangerously and this time only Scott's quick, super awesome, werewolf reflexes saved him from a sure fall. Allison gasped and Scott put him back in the customary place against the wall.
"Alright, no walking to the nurse without help, awesome." Stiles groaned. This so wasn't good.
"Well, look at it this way, it will help your case because she has no choice but to send you home." Scott grinned faintly but Stiles could see the worried glint in his eyes.
"Yeah that's the only thing that's good about this because how the hell am I going to get home? Dad's out of state for that police conference for a few days and you really can't skip any classes, Scott. Unless you want to be pulled from the team and Allison, as much as I love you, I really don't want to have to explain to your bad ass dad that I let his daughter walk back to school during school hours because she drove my crappy jeep home. And no offense, but I'm not letting you drive her unsupervised." Stiles knew he wasn't in any shape to drive.
"Well, there is somebody we both know with a car and enough free time to pick you up…" Stiles hated it when Scott sounded like that. He began shaking his head, no matter how much it hurt him.
"No, I'm not calling Derek."
Xx
In the end it was the only solution and after helped him to the school nurse and making a break for it when the bell rang, coward werewolf, Stiles was left to call Derek. Not a phone call he wanted to make but he had to. The nurse had taken one look at him and told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to allow him to leave until he had somebody to drive him home.
Fuck this…
Staring at his phone wasn't going to make it any easier and dealing with a sour wolf/alpha wasn't going to make his headache go away, Stiles debated between calling and staying here. His headache and his desire to be in his own bed won out and reluctantly he dialled the number.
It was answered at the third ring by a gruff. "What do you want, Stiles?"
Crossing his fingers and knowing that he would owe Derek forever for this he said. "I need a favour from the big bad alpha. I know I'm asking for a lot but I helped with the alpha and ferried your ass around when you were wounded and I really need a favour…"
He was rambling he knew, especially when Derek snapped. "Get to the point, Stiles."
"Can you come and pick me up from school? I'm too sick to drive and my dad's out of town. Scott has to stay in class if he actually wants to stay on the lacrosse team…"
"Okay." Stiles' mouth worked on forming the next word when the line was disconnected. He stared at the phone for a moment before he realized that somehow Derek had agreed to come and get him. If he wasn't feeling so crappy, he would have fist bumped the air. But instead he settled for a tired smile and leaned against the wall behind him with his eyes closed.
Xx
The familiar vibrating of his phone had him wide awake. With trembling hands he opened the text message.
Be there in a few minutes; wait outside cause I'm not coming in to get you!
Damn, Derek was a fast driver. He showed the text to the nurse and she nodded at him. He already knew that she would watch through the window until he was picked up. He would never admit it but it made him feel better. At least somebody was looking out for him.
He dragged himself outside with effort and sat down on the steps. The world was spinning around him and the sunlight hurt his eyes. He kept his head propped up by resting it on his hand and closed his eyes. He never thought he was ever going to say it but he was tired. And that was a weird feeling for somebody with ADD.
He glanced up when the black Camaro came to a screeching halt in front of the steps. Stiles got to his feet slowly, not wanting to trigger another dizzy spell. It would be too much to ask for any help he figured because the only door that was flung open was the passenger side door.
"Get in!" God, even Derek's voice was hurting his head and Stiles finally, with a lot of stumbling and less than his usual awkward grace, reached the passenger seat. He collapsed into it; there wasn't any other way to describe it. He closed the passenger door and grinned up at Derek, who was glowering darkly, but then again what was new.
"Thanks man for…"
"Not a word!" Alright, so much for the thank you. Guess that would have to wait. It suited him fine at the moment cause his head was throbbing and the world was greying around the edges. Stiles was only too glad to lay his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, allowing the soft purring of the engine to lull him to sleep.
He came around a second time at the soft call of his name. The engine was silent and Stiles glanced up. They were already at his house. He flushed faintly at realizing he had fallen asleep. He rubbed at his eyes and winced at the ache of his muscles. God he felt awful.
He actually had to pause for a moment and push his head in between his knees when he tried to get out of the car. He glanced up when the car door slammed and then somebody eased him up on his feet, somebody who was stronger than him. That same person pulled his arm over a muscled shoulder and he was hauled to his feet.
There were times when it was convenient being a skinny kid as he was hauled to the house by super werewolf strength.
"Keys." Was grunted at him and he fumbled in his bag for them. The bag was taken out of his hands and Stiles leaned against Derek's side, shivering with sudden chills. A quick arm was wrapped around his waist when his knees threatened to buckle and suddenly the door was opened. Stiles heard the jingle of keys as he was disposed, none too gently on the couch before the door closed.
He glanced up, expected to be alone in the house but Derek was just standing there, looking down at him and Stiles managed to push himself upright through sheer of will alone.
"Thanks for driving me home…If I had known that this was going to the day the gods kicked my ass, I would have stayed home…."
"Where is your dad?"
"Out of state for a super important police conference, but hey man, it's cool. I can take care of myself. Been doing that for a while…you go and do alpha stuff…"
This headache was really messing up with his ability to be funny. But he wasn't going to feel sorry for himself. Derek had brought him home, which he was forever grateful for but now Stiles could just crawl up to his room and die probably.
Derek continued to stand there and glower down at him. Stiles shifted uncomfortably and said. "Uhm, kay, you're staying then? Want some coffee, tea, water, soda or beer? Or some food? I have a lot of healthy stuff cause of dad and…"
His stomach made a sound and an unpleasant roll in his tummy that screamed ohoh and immediately Stiles shot up from the couch to rush to the bathroom. Puking his guts out had never been Stiles favourite past time but he hated it more when people saw it. He didn't need anybody's pity but when there was knock on the door but Stiles could only made a sound that would embarrass a dog.
Derek opened the door, he could see the other man's face wrinkling in disgust but to his credit the alpha didn't say anything as he crouching down in front of Stiles and handed him a glass of water.
"Painkillers?" He asked.
Stiles shook his head as he swallowed his water and said. "Nope, just took two, can't for a few hours." He was feeling pretty miserable for himself now. Derek nodded once and then took the glass away. Stiles reached for it but Derek slapped his hand away and then suddenly he was yanked to his feet and hauled back to the couch.
Stiles would have protested but he was pretty sure that he left his stomach back in the bathroom. He merely collapsed face down on the couch. Hands wrestled with him to tug him up on the couch and it was due to Derek's werewolf strength that he finally managed to get Stiles in a position that resembled relaxing. Stiles merely laid there, too miserable to do anything.
Xx
Derek wanted to leave, he really did but something, he called in conscious kept him here. Stiles looked sick and he didn't smell that good either. It wasn't a smell of sickness which had clung to the teenager in the bathroom but it was a smell that said that something wasn't right with him. Sties' breathing was louder than normal and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his face.
Normally Stiles wouldn't shut up but right now Derek found the silence tense. Stiles' eyes were closed and his breathing laboured. Giving into the instinct to comfort, Derek laid a hand on Stiles' back, feeling the younger male tensing.
"Sorry, bad host at the moment man. I just…." Stiles struggled to get up but Derek pressed him back down. Stiles finally did as requested and said. "You don't have to stick around. I got it from here…."
The teen yawned before finally giving into the desire to fall asleep. His breathing evened out and Stiles was knocked out. Derek sighed before going on the hunt for blankets.
Hunting for blankets in the Stilinski house was even worse than trying to evade hunters in Beacon Hills. It took him three doors that had better stayed shut, one mountain full of toys, clothes and other stuff that he simply stuffed back into the closet and a detour to Stiles' room before he finally decided to use the blankets on Stiles' bed. He took them and dumped them downstairs on top of Stiles.
The other male merely murmured softly and snuggled in as Derek made sure Stiles was covered up. He wasn't tucking the other man in; he was just making sure that Stiles was warm. Because if Stiles was warm he wasn't going to complain and that would make Derek's life easier. His stomach rumbled and sure that Stiles would be knocked out for the foreseeable future, he decided to take Stiles up on that offer of food.
Despite what everybody might think, Derek knew his way around a kitchen. He quickly figured out how to use the stove and made himself something to eat. He sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a moment to sit somewhere comfortable. It had been a while since he had a place to relax and to sit down without worrying about attracting hunters or the like.
His house was burned down and it had been used by the hunters too many times. Derek suspected that they were using it as a training facility at the moment. For a moment his mind was blinded by so much anger that he had to take a deep breath to try and keep the alpha inside. He had been an alpha for only a few weeks and sometimes he was not sure if he could control the power that the alpha gave him.
He was a born werewolf and he had been taught control since he had been a small child. That was the one thing that his mother couldn't stand, her children wolfing out at the table. He could safely stay outside on a full moon without transforming but he had never been trained to become an alpha. He had never wanted that power but he had been taught what an alpha was supposed to be like. And now, now he was one himself and he was just trying to find the right balance and trying to find a pack. He was going to be a better alpha then Peter.
He wasn't going to let the thirst for revenge dictate his actions like it had done with Peter. He was going to be the better man. It was time to stop living in the past and start rebuilding a future.
Derek glanced up when a cry and a thud came from the other room. He stood up, moving quickly to the living room. He actually had to stop and stare for a moment. Stiles blinked up at him blearily from his blanket roll. Apparently the teenager had rolled off the couch. Derek could feel his lips twitch and he had to glance away to keep from laughing.
Stiles sat up slowly and Derek didn't need the enhanced eyes to see the gingerly way the teenager moved to stop himself from hurting. Decided to take pity on the younger man he gathered Stiles, blanket and all and tried to lift him. A very manly squeak escaped Stiles as he was lifted into the air and he couldn't sit still.
Derek hadn't encounter for the fact that Stiles couldn't sit still to save his life; something he had proven plenty of times in the past, and the moment he wiggled was the moment that Derek's balance deserted him. They fell on the couch in a heap and Derek grunted as Stiles fell on top of him. He kept his arms tightly wrapped around Stiles but even then the teenager couldn't sit still
He squirmed in Derek's lap and the alpha hissed. "Sit still."
The next moment Stiles, instead of struggling to get away, shivered and burrowed further into Derek's body, seeking warmth. Derek hadn't been prepared for this or the way Stiles' head fit right underneath his chin as the other man curled up on his lap.
He nudged Stiles, hoping to get him off but the stubborn teenager clung to him as he whispered. "You're warm." Stiles was shivering and deciding to take pity, with a very loud sigh, Derek moved until he was comfortable.
This actually meant that he was on the couch on his back, with Stiles on top of him clinging for dear life. Settling in to wait until Scott arrived to take over Stiles caring duty, Derek decided a nap would do. It wasn't like he was going anywhere cause damn, this kid was strong. He settled in and let his eyes slip close of their own accord
Xx
Derek wasn't sure what had woken him up but he didn't smell danger as he opened his eyes. It smelled like pack and he blinked up when he heard footsteps approaching.
His canines elongated but then the smell of grass, Allison and werewolf calmed him and he realized Scott was here. Stiles shifted in his sleep as he curled in deeper in the blankets on top of him and in Derek below him and Derek growled.
This was not how he had wanted Scott to see him. He was supposed to be a big bad alpha and now here he was taking care of a kid. He didn't mind taking care of Stiles so much because the kid was part of the pack but snuggling and cuddling with Stiles, that was a whole other thing.
"Looks like you got everything covered here." Scott had to hide his smile as he stared down at Derek. The alpha allowed the red to bleed into his eyes as he said.
"Help me move him."
"Nay, you don't know Stiles like I do. He doesn't like to be moved when he's sleeping. Best to let him sleep cause I tell you, he can be really scary when he wants to be." Scott's easy smile was replaced by a look of fear, one that was strange on the young beta.
"Help me move him." He hissed out between clenched teeth. He gestured to Stiles, trying not wake the younger man. Stiles' breathing was easier but Derek could feel the unnatural heat coming from the teenager. Stiles was really sick. He may be warm now because of the heat of the blankets and Derek's body heat but Stiles snuggled in closer against Derek's neck, wrapping another arm around his shoulder and relaxing.
Realizing that he was staring at Stiles and watching him sleep, Derek's gaze shot back to Scott. The younger werewolf was watching his best friend and said. "I have never seen him lay so still. Normally he can't lie still even when he sleeps. He must be pretty sick."
Scott sounded worried and Derek sighed. He nudged Stiles but the younger male merely snuggled in closer. "We need to get him into bed." He whispered. It wasn't that he was protesting very much because the couch was comfy and it had been too long since he had napped with somebody close by.
When he had been with his family it had happened all the time. He usually fell asleep on the couch with Laura but ever since he had come back to Beacon Hills he had been unable to rebuild his house and make a place for himself. That was something for the future, first he needed to regain a pack.
"And you think it won't be weird cuddling with him in bed?" If Derek had his hands free he would have taken a swipe at Scott's head. Instead he settled for a heavy glare, one that the impact was severely lessened as Stiles pushed his nose into Derek's throat. The sigh that escaped the alpha's lips ruffled Stiles' short hair.
"Just help me move him. The couch isn't designed for sleeping." He pointed out. His back was starting to protest and if Derek thought of the whole night on the couch with Stiles, well certainly other parts of his anatomy were starting to stiffen as well and he didn't need to Stiles to know that.
He nudged Stiles again and the younger male finally blinked up at him sleepily. Derek frowned at the glassy look in Stiles' eyes. Stiles blinked against the light coming from the afternoon sun before he groaned and said. "Going back to sleep now."
He pulled the blankets to cover his head and put his head facedown against Derek's chest. Derek's deep breath raised Stiles up before the alpha exhaled and Derek said.
"No, we have to get you into bed."
"Comfy here." Stiles said and Scott made a face that clearly said he wasn't going to argue with that logic. Derek sighed again and then grabbed Stiles' shoulder and lifted him away from his chest. Stiles struggled and tried to make himself heavier but Derek wouldn't have none of it as he sat up.
He heard the soft groan that Stiles let out as the headache came back no doubt by the sudden movement and he waited, allowing Stiles a moment to catch his breath. He turned to Scott in the meantime.
"Either you help me carry him upstairs or I will carry him up fire-fighter style."
"What's fire-fighter style?" Stile's voice sounded muffled and by Scott's look Stiles was voicing his thoughts.
"Thrown over my shoulder." Stiles actually pulled the blanket away so he could look at Derek. Derek met his eyes head on and then Stiles turned to Scott.
"Help him because I will puke all over you if you carry me up the stairs like that." Stiles looked a little bit green as he pushed himself away from Derek and tried to sit up on his own. The younger man was swaying and Derek wasn't the only one who reached out to steady Stiles.
"Uhm, I don't think I'll make it up the stairs…actually I can't make it to the fucking stairs. Just let me die here on the couch." Scott's hand brushed Stiles' forehead.
"He's really hot. Shouldn't we call a doctor?" Derek shook his head as he manoeuvred Stiles back against his body and bundled him up in blankets.
"No, bad case of the flu." He nudged Stiles out of his lap and on the other part of the couch so he could get up if he wanted to. Stiles looked pathetic bundled up in blankets and blinking in pain. 'A doctor won't do anything. But your mom's a nurse, isn't she Scott? Call her and ask what we can do. I'm going to get some more painkillers and a glass of water."
By the time that Derek came back from his hunt Stiles had laid back down on the couch, still in his blanket roll. He could hear the soft muttering of Scott talking to his mom on the phone in the other room. He nudged Stiles and extended the pills and the glass of water. The roll of blankets sat up and an arm was extended and snatched the pills away before coming back for the glass of water. The empty glass was given back to Derek and the blanket roll lay back down.
Derek was still staring at Stiles as Scott came back. The beta smiled as he said, clearly quoting his mom. "Keep him hydrated and warm. Try to get him to eat something and oh yeah; she wants to know how high his fever is."
"Oh no way! I'm not taking his temperature!" There were just some things that Derek wouldn't do. The blanket roll seemed to be shaking too and Stiles' head emerged as he glared half heartingly.
"I don't care if you sour wolf your way through this or threaten to bite anything off, but if you think I'm allowing you within 2 feet of me with a temperature in your hands you got another thing coming, buddy. Because werewolf or not, I will stick that thing somewhere the sun doesn't shine."
Scott held up his hands as he gulped and said, backing out towards the door. "Yeah, mom wants me to come home right now…doesn't want me to catch anything…"
"You're a werewolf! You're immune to any virus!" Derek's voice dropped to a growl as he stared at Scott. The beta smiled and then said.
"Yeah I know but my mom doesn't. Look, she's expecting me home as in like right now. I'll call tonight to see if you're both still alive. Later." And the younger werewolf smiled once and then ran away as far as he could, leaving Derek to stare after him.
"Traitor." The alpha whispered, turning back to Stiles, a Stiles who was passed out on the couch again, he sighed and went to the kitchen, looking for something to do.
Xx
He wandered back into the living room before long. He eyed the couch and the TV. It had been so long since he had watched TV. But if he was going to sit on the couch, Stiles would only cuddle up to him again.
But then again, pack is about touch and family. I've never shied away from cuddling with pack members. Stiles is sick and uncomfortable. He needs to be comforted. Why am I so reluctant to stay here instead of giving comfort? Why was I so against him sleeping on me? He's pack and that couch was comfortable.
Mind made up he nudged Stiles so he had a small space on the couch. It wasn't very big or comfortable but it would have to do. He turned the TV on, turning the volume down enough so that it was a near whisper in the background but loud enough for him to hear. Toeing his shoes off he crossed his feet at the ankles and stretched out. He had forgotten the comforts of having a stable home with electricity and running water.
Stiles shifted in his sleep, pushing the blanket off as he turned on his side and then back again to the other side. The younger man's sleep was disturbed as the fever wreaked havoc on his body. Derek reached out with a hand and ruffled Stiles' short hair. The teenager calmed under his hand and then shuffled around until his head was pressed against Derek's thigh and went right back to sleep.
It was hours later and perhaps Derek should start getting a regular sleeping pattern, that he was awoken by the vibrating of his phone. Derek massaged away the pain in his neck as he answered his phone.
"Hey, you guys need anything?" Scott sounded too cheerful to Derek's eyes and the alpha growled.
He glanced down at Stiles. The teenager was sleeping with his head in Derek's lap and he was breathing deeply and evenly. Derek's hand was still resting on his head and could feel that the unnatural heat had gone down a bit.
"Some food if you can manage it. I'm kind of stuck at the moment and I can't go out to get food, due to a certain somebody who is afraid of his mother." He hissed the last part and he found satisfaction in hearing Scott swallow with difficultly. He smirked at the phone and Scott's voice was a bit tight with fear as he said.
"Yeah, be right there. Anything in particular you crave?"
"Yes, meat, lots and lots of white meat." His voice dropped into the alpha's growl and he could practically hear Scott's gulp.
"Kay, so chicken and…"
"Burgers." Stiles murmured softly, turning his head to look at Derek and then said. "And a milkshake oh and curly fries."
"What was that?" Scott asked.
"That was Stiles' order." Derek said into the phone. To Stiles he said. "No wonder you're sick if you eat that."
"If he's ordering curly fries then he must be feeling better." Scott hung up before Derek could place his order and he was left to glare at the phone. He considered calling Scott back but then decided against it. He hoped Scott would get him something good because he was hungry.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, headache is not so bad anymore, thirsty too and tired…and achy muscles and…"
"It sounds like you don't feel better at all." Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles laughed softly.
"Okay maybe not better but less crappy then the last time I woke up, that work for you, sour wolf?"
"Be careful or those curly fries will be making this sour wolf a lot less sour." Stiles gasped and for a moment Derek feared that the teenager was having a panic attack or whatever, especially when Stiles grabbed at his chest in the universal gesture of somebody having a heart attack. His hand gripped Stiles' shoulders and after a moment the teenager said.
"Derek Hale has a sense of humour, I didn't see that coming."
"Ha-ha, very funny." Derek growled as he pulled back.
"And back is the sour wolf that we all love." Derek did growl this time, a deep rumbling noise that caused Stiles to shut up. He pushed Stiles away from his lap and stood up, growling about getting Stiles a drink. He returned with a glass of water and handed it to Stiles. He sat back down on the couch as Stiles sipped the water. They stayed like that until Scott came hurling in with dinner.
Stiles didn't even seem surprised that Scott just opened the door. Apparently they had a habit of just walking in. The scent of food made Derek's stomach grumble and he wasn't the only one who looked down at in surprise. Scott smirked and then went to get plates.
Derek's mouth watered but he waited patiently until Scott had unpacked all the food before handing him a plate. He bit into his burger and had to close his eyes at the flavour that exploded over his tongue. It had been too long since he had eaten anything this delicious in a long time. He usually stopped for quick meals when he had the time and that wasn't often. Well more like that he didn't take the time.
For a long time the only sounds in the room were those of people eating but surprisingly it was Stiles who pushed his plate away first. He had eaten half his burger and all his curly fries. Stiles fell back on the couch with a tired groan and a contented sigh.
Derek and Scott finished the meal in silence and fought a silent glaring staring match about the burger that Derek won in the end when his stomach growled again. He took the burger Scott handed him with a feeling of warmth in his cheeks. Scott stretched out as a young wolf having eaten his fill before he rose to his feet.
"Okay, I have to go and get my stuff. Mom wants me to spend the night if you still have a fever. Oh yeah btw, she's still asking me to take your temperature."
"Oh my god, no way Scott. You're a good friend but there are some sights that I don't want anybody to see. You can tell her that I'm already better. See, I have got lots more energy than I did earlier…"
"Yeah and you won't shut up." Derek had finished the burger and rose to his feet. "If you're staying here then I suppose I should get going…"
"No, come on man. I can't in good conscious allow you to leave now. Look, we have a guestroom upstairs where you can crash until dad gets back, Scott can sleep on the floor in my room, unless you guys all want to crash in my room cause that would be cool." He turned back to Stiles. The teenager was looking at him and Scott was smiling.
Derek wanted to decline but it had been so long since he had slept in a real bed and had been in a safe place. It had been so long that he couldn't even remember anymore. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to crash here for a night or two.
"Okay…" He finally found himself saying. Stiles whooped that turned into a sneezing fit and Scott grinned. Derek sat back down on the couch as Scott bounced up like an excited puppy as he bounced out of the door to get his stuff. Stiles turned on the TV and then snuggled back up to Derek as he whispered.
"Thanks for taking care of me, man. I can only return the favour by letting you stay."
"Pack isn't about favours, Stiles; it is about taking care of one another." Derek told him.
"Good, then consider it that we're taking care of you to make sure that you don't turn any sourer then you already do." And as Stiles fell asleep again, Derek took a deep breath and allowed himself to relax. Yes, he was glad to be part of a pack again because they took care of one another, including their alpha.
Okay so not that much Sterek in this but the next one will make up for it I promise. I hope you liked and please review. Ideas are always welcome as well.