Stiles

Yeah…he was definitely lost. Stiles had no idea where he'd gone wrong, but it had probably just been messed up from the beginning. It was weird that nobody seemed to be looking for him though, because honestly, a pack full of werewolves with supersonic hearing and other various amplified senses, and they couldn't find him? Or maybe they weren't looking for him…but the only way that would happen would be if Derek had told them not to. Stiles shivered as a late fall breeze cut through his hoodie, which he pulled tighter around him. Would Derek do that though? The only way Scott at least wouldn't be looking for him would be if he thought Stiles was safe…or if he was wrapped up with Allison. But Stiles was pretty sure his safety still beat out sexy times with Allison on Scott's list of priorities- at least by a smidge.

So they must think he's safe, which doesn't make sense. Unless Derek told them that he was.

Which he didn't think Derek would do…but he also hadn't thought Derek would kiss him back...

So really Stiles was clearly not the expert in what Derek would and would not do.

It was really dark, and getting colder, and Stiles had absolutely no idea where he was. He also didn't have his phone, so really, this was getting to be more and more like a scene from some low budget slasher film. He was hoping that's where the similarities ended though, because he really had no intention of being murdered in the forest. Stiles sighed and looked around him, picking out a big tree and clearing the leaves away from the dirt around the base of it. He might as well try to conserve his energy, because he sure as hell wasn't going to get any less lost in the middle of the night, so he sat down and leaned against the tree behind him, pulling his hood up and crossing his arms as he did. Hopefully his wolfy friends would get it together before his creepy stalker friend from earlier did.

Derek

He shouldn't have left him out there alone. At the time it had made sense but…he should have had more control over himself. Should have made sure Stiles got back safely. He tried to shake off his feelings of dread and guilt to focus on the task at hand, running his hands back and forth through his hair anxiously.

"Has anybody heard from him?" His words came out like a growl, deep and harsh, and the pack looked at him with accusing eyes.

"Derek, he was supposed to be with you. Why isn't he with you?" Scott was sweating and on the edge of having some sort of freak-out, Derek could hear his heartbeat speeding up and his breathing becoming uneven.

"Scott- calm down. He was fine when I found him, I made sure he was okay", Derek flushed at the memory of just how 'okay' Stiles had been, and then rushed to get past the subject, "then I tried to track the stalker's scent. He should have gotten here a while ago, so has anybody heard from him?" He'd been trying to appear calm and collected, like an alpha should be, but his eyes flashed red as he asked them for a second time.

Lydia, cool and collected as ever, met his glare with one of her own. "If we had heard from him, we wouldn't be here worrying about the two of you. Now you're back, and we hear you left Stiles in the woods alone, after he was being followed by some random creeps, and you're angry at us? I am holding you personally responsible if anything happened to him. And I may not be a werewolf, but believe me when I tell you my bad side is not a place you want to get to know Derek."

His teeth had grown sharper as she spoke, and a growl rumbled in his chest as he stared her down, but the gazes of the rest of the pack clearly echoed her sentiments. If Stiles was hurt, it would be his fault. Derek took a few breathes to calm himself, and looked at the clock on the wall- it was getting late. "He's fine. We're going to find him. Scott, take Allison home and stay with her, Jackson do the same for Lydia. If these guys are going after a human we have to make sure the others in our pack are safe. Isaac, go check up on Danny and make sure he's all right, Boyd go check the school and see if our visitors left any hints behind, and Erica go to Stiles' house and see if Stiles has been there. When you all are done wait in Stiles' room in case he gets back or the strangers try to make a move to take him- I think Stiles is probably somewhere in the woods" if they don't have him "so I'm going to go find him. Call if you find anything, and I'll let you all know when Stiles is safe."

With that, Derek turned around and lunged out the door, shifting as he flew through the air. He ran to the spot that he'd left Stiles, shrugging off some of his werewolf features as he stood and looked around. He could still smell the faint scent of their combined arousal, and he felt a tug in his lower abdomen muscles as he remembered the feeling of their lips crushed together, and the heat of their breath mixing, and how badly he had just wanted to sink his teeth into the kid's neck and pound into him until Stiles' cheeks were red and his back was arched and….STOP. He needed to stop thinking about it, already he was hard and he needed to be concentrating on where Stiles had gone when Derek had left. There- he caught a whiff of Stiles' scent, and saw the disturbed underbrush from where Stiles had walked off after he'd been left alone. Away from the road, and away from their den, he'd walked straight towards the middle of the forest. Derek didn't smell or see anything to indicate the presence of anybody else, so Stiles had most likely just gotten disoriented…and whose fault was that? His conscience was not happy with him, and the twinges of guilt were getting stronger. He needed to find Stiles soon, it was cold and dark, and he probably wasn't the only one looking for the boy. He followed the scent deeper into the woods, becoming more and more anxious as the scent grew stronger, but having to move slowly in case of a trap. Finally, he caught a glimpse of red against a big tree up ahead, and quickly ran over to it.

Stiles

He'd tried to stay alert. I mean, some creepy dude was stalking him, and he was alone in the middle of the woods at night without any means of communication- who could sleep during that? Well apparently Stiles could, as his head got heavier and heavier as the minutes passed in dark silence. He didn't remember falling asleep, just as he didn't remember anybody finding him, but the next semi-coherent thought he had was that he was being carried. His head was leaning against a warm, and very hard, chest, and there were arms encircling his body and holding him close as though he was a baby. That feeling along with a glimpse of Derek's face was all he got before he was sleeping again, exhausted from his night. At the time, he thought that it was part of his dream, it wouldn't be the first dream he'd had about Derek holding him…but he woke up when Derek laid him down on the couch. Stiles' eyes fluttered open and he took in his surroundings, confused and disoriented as the night's events rushed back into his head. Derek had his back to Stiles, and had his phone against his ear. He was talking softly to somebody and when he hung up and glanced back at the couch, Stiles was still staring at him. He had some things to discuss with the wolf-man, and the creepy stalker guy was not on the top of his list.

The two of them had a few other things, hopefully better things, to talk about.

"Derek…"

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