"Stiles?" The silence was soon broken by a voice laced with curiousity and concern. Isaac. Of course it would be Isaac. Who else would show so much concern over how Stiles was feeling? Certainly not Scott. He was too bust fucking Allison to care. And the rest of the pack, well, they really just didn't care at all. Especially Derek. He was too obsorbed in being the Alpha to even think about his human pack members, but whatever. Stiles could understand that. Other people had lives too.. it'd just be nice to have some attention sometimes.

Stiles' head shot up from his hands, looking in the direction of the voice. Honestly, he had thought the burly male had returned and was so unbelievably relieved when it was Isaac and Boyd standing in his door way rather than the other male. "Oh thank god." He spoke under his breath, heart slowly trying to return to normal speeds.

Isaac turned to look at Boyd, uncertain of how to respond to the situation, but it looked like Boyd was just as clueless. "Why're you wet? ... and where's your Jeep?" His puppy-dog eyes turning back onto stiles as he watched the hyperactive teen get up.

"Huh? .. Oh, My Jeep's at school still." He shrugged, pulling at his clothes that were uncomfortablly clinging to his body. "Engine problems... so I walked home."

"You could've called Derek.. or asked Jackson." Boyd butted in, finally speaking his piece.

"Jackson had already left and I'm not calling Derek to come pick me up." He refused to be picked up by Derek. Why? Well he wasn't really sure, but he knew he sure as hell didn't want to be alone with the Alpha. And no, he wasn't afraid of him. Derek was a giant teddy-bear as far as Stiles was concered.

"Stiles." Isaac cut in, sounding even more concerned than before, though this time with a bit of agitation added in. Why was he so concerned? Stiles could handle himself, well, for the most part anyway.

"What? I made it home in one piece. I call that a victory." As he spoke he made his way over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of red shorts, dry boxers, and a white t-shirt with the Beacan Hills Lacrosse team's logo on it.

The two werewolves waited as their human pack-mate changed into his dry clothes, making themselves comortable on his bed. They were silent, as always. They never did say much even around Stiles, which wasn't a big surprise, though he was curious as to how he became friends with them when they rarely shared a conversation for longer than two minutes. But oh well, he'd take all the friends he could get at the moment cause his was kind of M.I.A ... like a lot.

The three settled on Stiles' bed, laying on their stomachs with controllers in their hands. Stiles, of course, was in the middle and mumbling both positive and negative things about his racer or NPC racers that passed him. "Ha! Take that Mario!" He shouted, a satisfied grin on his face as he fired a red shell at the passing red-hatted plumber.

They were about seven races in when Isaac looked over to notice Stiles nodding off as Boyd looked through the race track selections. Seriously? There was only like ten and he was taking his sweet ass time.

"Boyd... would you just choose one?" Stiles asked, yawning into his hand before glancing to his clock. It was about eight o'clock now; the three having been gaming for awhile now. The two would've been gone awhile ago if Stiles hadn't begged them to stay longer. But even then, he knew they'd have to leave at some point cause Derek and his stupid curfews.

Speaking of going home..

Isaac and Boyd lifted themselves off of Stiles' bed, placing the controllers on th bed beside him. "Aw, Com'n guys.. a little longer?" He whined, like a child not getting his own way. "We can play a different game! Hell, we can watch a movie or eve-" Stiles was cut off.

"We have to. Derek'll kick our butts if we're back late."

"Really? Your how old and a friggin' werewolf and you're still scared of Derek?"

"Well, yeah.. he is our Alpha.." Isaac trailed off, shifting to look at Boyd as he tried ushering the other out the door.

"Fine. Go back to your Alpha and.. do.. your werewolfy things.." Stiles pulled a face, stating the effort he was putting into thinking of something clever, but failing.

"Seeya Stiles." Was the last thing said and Stiles felt his heart sink. Now what? His dad wasn't going to be home for... well truth be told, he didn't know when. So that left him alone in his house. By himself, all by his lonsome. Completely alone. The word echoed in his mind, setting the earlier fear back into place.

Stiles managed to get up from his bed and placed the controllers away before shutting down the system and returning to his matress, climbing under his sheets and curling up in them, his eyes shutting.

He wished he didn't have to get up tomarrow..

Isaac and Boyd returned to the adadoned warehouse that Derek was using as a temperary hide-out since his house had been torched ten years earlier by Kate Argent.

Derek made a face upon them piling into the subway car, picking up the familiar scent of Stiles aswell as something else. What was that? "Stiles'?" he asked, certain of the answer already.

"Mhm... he seemed a little off though." Boyd spoke, sitting in one of the tattered car seats, propping his legs up on the seat across from him and looking to Isaac before back at Derek.

"Off?" Derek repeated, not particularily liking the sounds of it. Yes, Stiles was.. odd, but off? "How so?"

Boyd shrugged. "Smelled weird.. and his heart was racing when we came in."

"He was soaking wet too.." Isaac added, retreating a bit at Derek's agitated expression.

"Why was he wet?"

"He walked home.. said he had engine trouble so he walked home."

"We already lectured him, if that's what you're planning on going and doing Derek." Boyd spoke, watching his Alpha pull on his leather jacket.

"Yeah, well, he's gunna get more than a lecture." Derek spoke, his tone annoyed. Why did that kid insist on doing things by himself? Did he not trust his pack? Or had things become distant between the pack and him? Derek had to wonder and now that he thought about it, Stiles hadn't been around all the often. He'd drop off research he had asked for, but that was pretty much it. Hell, somtimes he even got Lydia to hand it over to him.

Something was up.

Derek had made his way to the Stilinski house, despite the hour it was. He needed to check on his human pack-mate because of his beta's concerning words; He smelt weird and seemed off. The Alpha was at his window in a matter of seconds, opening it as quietly as possible as to not wake Stiles, but that was something he didn't need to worry about since he wasn't there.

Where the hell was he?

It took Derek a moment before he realized the teen's bathroom door was shut and the light was peeking out underneath. He raised a browing, moving into the room a bit more before hearing muffled sobs and dry heaves. What the hell?

"Stiles?" Derek spoke, his ear to the door as he looked at the handle, tempted to bust in instead of waiting.

Silence.

"What?" Stiles spoke, the noise of water moving about attracting Derek's attention. He sniffed the air, picking up Stiles scent along with someone elses. He had smelt it before, but whos and why hadn't Boyd and Isaac told him about the smell of another person? Or had they even noticed the lingering scent? Could've been it if Stiles' fear was that overwhelming.

"You sick?" He asked, trying to make conversation but failing; he never was good at it.

Stiles forced out a laugh before turning on the sink and cupping his hand under the water, collecting some before bringing his hand up to his lips and slurping it up, swishing the water around in his mouth a few seconds. Why the hell was Derek here anyway? It wasn't like he was in trouble.. not yet anyway.

Stiles spat out the water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning off the tap with his lefft hand before turning to the door. Did he want to deal with this right now? No, but he had a feeling Derek wasn't going to go anywhere without reassuring himself that his human pack-mate was alright.

"No, I'm just peachy, thanks." he spoke finally, every word drenched with sarcasim, as he pulled the door open only to take a forced step back.

Derek stared at the teen, his eyes narrowing at the boy's comment. Clearly he wasn't. "I beg to differ.." He looked over him again before moving closer, Stile backing against the wall and beginning to panic a bit, remembering the earlier incident. Of course he knew Derek wasn't going to hurt him.. despite remembering the amount of times he's been throw against the wall by him.

Stiles' heart raced, his eyes shutting tightly and his head turned to the side, exposing his neck. he wasn't entirely sure why he was baring his neck like he was, but he did. Maybe it was because he saw Jackson and Isaac do it when Derek was pissed... kind of like a submission tactic. Either way, it'd stop Derek from advancing any further. Or that was the hope.

Derek continued to move in closer, his lips in a tight line as he watched the teen react. Why was Stiles submissing himself? Curious, he hovered where he was, just inches from Stile's bared neck. He inhales, taking the teen's scent in, able to smell everything the other was feeling. Stress, panic, fear, sickness.. all of it overwhelmed Derek's nose, causing him to make a face. Like Isaac and Boyd had said, Stiles did smell off. "Stiles.."

Stiles eyes opened slowly, moving to look at Derek as he retraeted a bit, giving him some of his space back. He relaxed a bit, but his back was still against the wall.

"Who was here?"

"Huh?" Stiles responded, his heart beat picking up slightly at mention of someone being there. In his room. With him. To be honest he was surprised Derek could smell the lingering scent of someone who had been and gone within seconds, but then it was Derek after all. He could be a drug dog. He had to hold back his laughter at the thought since it really didn't seem like the time to crack jokes, not when Derek was already moving closer.

"You heard me Stiles.. Who. Was. Here?" He pronounced each word, his pearly whites causing distraction. A hand was soon place against to wall behind his shoulder, the alpha leaning into it, his face inches from Stiles.

He gaped a bit, his mouth opening and closing in panic as he lost all train of thought and function to speak.

"Stiles." Derek growled, eyes flashing a deadly crimson red.

And suddenly his stomach twised in a knot, bile rising up his throat again. He pushed Derek out of the way and jumped for the toilet, managing to get most of the vomit in the bowl.

Derek's nose stung at the smell of bile, though he moved closer and crouched behind Stiles, rubbing his hand on the teen's back as his head hung in the bowl, his muscles cleanching with each heave.

With the worst of things over with, Derek helped and exhausted Stiles into his bed. He hadn't gained anything from Stiles nor did he think he would, well, not until morning anyway. But whatever was bothering him, it was enough to cause him enough stress to make him vomit.

Stiles was now in his bed, sheets being tucked around him by Derek. Wow, never in his wildest dreams had he dreamt about Derek Hale tucking him in. He couldn't wait to tell Scott.. oh wait, Scott who?

The teen's head sank into his pillow, eyes shutting tiredly before realizing Derek would leave. He'd be alone again and, well, that just wasn't something he wanted. Even if it meant he'd be asking Derek Hale to sleep over. Ugh. "Derek..." He started, his eyes opening again, looking to the older male who was now half way out the window.

"What?"

Stiles was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering from Derek's hard gaze. "Thanks.."

Derek grunted a 'no problem' before leaving the house.

Stiles was officailly alone, yet again.