Stiles woke up to voices in her kitchen, she sat up and scratched her head. Her dark brown hair falling from the messy bun it was in, she didn't care—this is her house.

Stiles worked her way out of the bed and the bedroom as she made her way down the voices started to subside and when she walked into the kitchen was surprised to see everyone there. Erica, Boyd, Lydia, Jackson, and Scott; they were all in different places of the kitchen.

Their face's were lined with subtle smiles and happiness. "Morning!" Erica beams to happily from her seat on Boyd's lap.

Stiles scrunches her face in an annoyed twist "what are you all doing in my house?" She asked half asleep and pissed. No really hurt meaning behind it.

They all shared glances at each other and Lydia was the first to step off her stool and offer it to Stiles, "Scott called and told us about the Jefferson guy,"

There was something else on her lips that she wasn't telling. Right now, Stiles didn't care, she smelt waffles. Stiles eyes weren't all the way open so she really didn't see much, "who. Waffles. Derek?" She said in pauses as she tried to rub her eyes.

"Erica made the waffles and yes you can have some. We haven't called Derek, we know what they're doing is important," Lydia says sweetly, which makes Stiles shake. Stiles is used to Lydia being a lot of things, being nice wasn't one of them. She was just . . . less mean.

Stiles didn't want to speak when there was a plate of waffles sat in front of him—thank you Erica. Stiles ate quietly and when she went for juice, Lydia held her down as she called for Jackson to get her tumbler and fill it with milk. Stiles absolutely hate milk. So she refused to drink it until someone passed her the Hershey chocolate syrup, since Lydia's demand that she stay seated.

Eventually someone gives in after Stiles has thrown her upper half across the island and is making grabby hands for it. And Stiles happily drinks her Chocolate milk. She doesn't bother the pack with their protective issues when it came to the house, so when they all decided to spend the next four days there, Stiles didn't want to object.

She was lonely anyhow.

Stiles was mentally prepared for the pack to stick to the house, just, not to her. She had on little encounter with a strange wolf and it was like the pack was all huffed up about it. It wasn't even an encounter on Stiles part; she was safely in the house.

Stiles didn't feel the need to change, she wasn't going anywhere, she remained in her, what she likes to call, claimed-Derek's-PJ-for-her-PJ's.

The pulled the futon from the back wall and moved it next to the arm chair so Stiles can keep her cradle where she had it. They watched movies on Netflix, gathered pillows around the living room, blankets and sheets also.

It was an understatement if Stiles said she'd finishing the last of the milk. They forced it on her, she wasn't willing—a person can only take so much chocolate milk—that aside, she wasn't allowed to leave her cradle unless she was going to the bathroom.

They took the kitchen from her, which was a big no.

"Alright, you guys are weird, am I, like dying or something?" Stiles asks as she pauses Iron man 2 and pushes the cradle so she can see her friends work around her kitchen. They look from one to the other, all with the same wide-eye expression.

"What are you talking about?" Erica tried to huff in a laugh

"I'm talking about the forced about milk and sitting down," Stiles began as she got up, as she did, everyone lunged towards her, "See!" She points a long slim pale index finger.

"You guys aren't subtle at all, seriously. So if I'm dying, I want to know," She walks into the kitchen, "And not all of you are working out instinct kinks," That earns Stiles a crowd of raised eyebrows. She stands in the kitchen and sighs.

"Where would you be if I wasn't here," She rolls her eyes, "When someone is bitten, there are certain instincts that you have to control, it's different for everyone," She glances at Scott whose sticking his head out of the fridge. "I figured Lydia was trying to settle something yesterday when she asked me to sit down,"

Stiles voice was lazy and almost bored. She wasn't tired, just didn't want to explain werewolves-101 to a bunch of werewolves. Erica was the first to sink back into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, then Boyd followed her. Stiles looked between Lydia, Jackson, and Scott.

"So . . .," She starts

"You aren't dying, it's jus-"

"Stiles, bubby, you do so much for us," Scott cuts Lydia off as she emerges from the fridge. And that was a red flag. Someone must have cursed us.

"Uh, alright that's freaky, I do things because I do them, yeah, I would love a thank you here and there," Stiles scratches her nose lightly, "But not for you to take over my kitchen,"

"Stilinski," Jackson is glaring through slits of his eyes "Just take it, there isn't any stopping it."

Jackson was right, Stiles was a little worried the he was sick with something and the pack could smell it, but didn't want her to worry about it. They'd want her safe, because currently, she was the only human whom couldn't really defend herself. Beside her wicked defense in sarcastic remarks, which Derek always says is not a legitimate defense—seriously, she was tiny; Allison was bigger than she was. Allison.—

Sarcasm was her only real defense until someone was there to help her.

Stiles sighed frustrated, and headed back into the living room, "Then can I have more chocolate milk," she asked as she walked to her cradle. Might as well feed there need, just three more days. Just three more days.

As day started to fall, everyone was sprawled out across the floor, piled on top of one another. Lydia was leaning her back against the edge of the cradle, Jackson rested his head on her lap, Scott found a place next to Jackson, Erica and Boyd were pair in pair, they laid on Scott's stomach as they faced the TV. They were all by Stiles, she remembered puppy piles that happened after a long battle.

Stiles would be the first on Derek's floor then Scott and Allison on top of him, and soon everyone but Derek was sprawled out around and on top of him. Eventually Derek would squeeze his way next to Stiles, she didn't want to think anything of it, but she always did.

Scott was snoring before the movie was even over, Stiles laughed inwardly, "There's goes Scott for patrol," Jackson says, you could almost hear him roll his eyes. Boyd raises his hand as to assure everyone that he's awake, "I'll take patrol," he whispers. Erica was most likely asleep. It was half past eight, and everyone was sleepy. Stiles honestly wanted to sleep in the cradle, but as soon as Lydia heard her yawn.

"Bed, let's get you into the bedroom," She was up and off the floor before Jackson could even move. His head hit the floor like a rock, "Ouch!"

"Shush!" Erica and Boyd whisper.

Stiles giggles, "I don't want to," Stiles clenches the pillow at her side. Lydia lets out deep growl, which was enough incentive for her to get up and head up stairs. Lydia followed quietly until Stiles was in her bedroom and the door was shut.

There was a reason she wanted to sleep in the living room. Her bedroom was empty and cold. It was dark but Stiles could feel her way to the bed. She pulled the comforter and the three other sheets so she could cuddle herself in. It was rare for Stiles to ever be cold, Derek being the oven he is, she was used to having that around. But right now, her and Derek's king size bed was too big.

Her last thoughts are always of Derek. Her dreams are always of Derek. There wasn't a second of her life with him that she thought she could be happier with anyone else. Despite their little spats of nothing, she loved him. Derek loved her, otherwise he wouldn't have put up with have the bullshit she's pulled. As she started to drift off her phone went off on the night stand.

Creating this ugly vibrating sound "Ugh," Stiles reached up and answered it without paying attention to the caller ID, she figured it be Boyd or Lydia making sure he was in bed.

"I'm fine I swear, I'm not standing while you're not looking," Stiles mumbles.

"What?" Derek's voice rings in her ears for a few seconds before her eyes widen and she lunges forward.

"Derek?" Stiles calls, her voice a little shaky

"Standing while who's not looking?" he asks, "Hi Mum," Isaac says in the background. Stiles can hear Derek wave him off.

"Uh, long story, Lydia is-"

"There? What is she doing there?" He asks, Stiles knows that tone, it's the worried one he only ever uses if he's alone with Stiles.

"Well, the pack is here, aside from you and Isaac," Stiles stumbled to say, she didn't want to worry him. At least not anymore then he's already.

"Why?"

"I was lonely," Stiles answered, her voice was shaky; it was different when she said it out loud, it was like a reality check. Derek was quiet for a few seconds.

"I'll be home soon," was all Derek said. But that was enough for Stiles, because she knew Derek was all that great with words, so that fact that he said that and over the phone, was a huge relief. She sighed and relaxed her shoulders as she leans on to the bed frame.

"Stiles," Derek's voice was tight, it startled Stiles a little

"Yeah?"

"What aren't you telling me?" Damn him and his alpha ways.

"Uh, there's nothing else to tell, unless you want to hear how Lydia forced me to drink our entire gallon of milk, but that really is a story you'd have to see, seriously it was-"

"Stiles," Derek used that tone, that if-you-don't-tell-me-what's-going-on-I'll-be-there -in-five-minutes tone. Stiles didn't want to lie to him, it wasn't the smartest idea, she didn't want him to come home before Isaac's whole grad night.

"Hey, um, can you hear my heart? Like I was always curious as to know if you could hear my heart beat over the line."

"Not unless you place the receiver over your pulse points," he replies as a matter-of-factly. "That's not what I want to hear," his voice is almost a soft growl.