A.N:

Soooorry this chapter took ages, i know. Promise i will try get the next ones up faster. Buut i'm not all that good at promises, i can still try though!

ohh and Derek can transform into a proper wolf form, and werewolf. Just because i like it that way.

this chapter probably wont be the bets because i haven't developed it all that much so i hope its OK :3


SCOTT POV

He was so worried about his best friend, he had been more cautious with the safety of Stiles after the Nogitsune learning how vulnerable Stiles actually was. When Derek had called using Stiles phone yesterday, he nearly lost it. Stiles was his brother, the only person who stuck with him since the beginning. And no one was taking him away. Not now, not ever.

As the 4th movie they watched finished Scott sighed and removed his arm from around Allison's waist. He really didn't get Star Wars, what was the whole attraction and popularity with it. After Stiles pestered him so much into watching it..it wasn't actually even that good in Scott's opinion. But if Stiles liked it, he should probably pretend to as well. Turning onto his back to look at the sofa, he was surprised to see Stiles had fallen asleep which was strange. The funnier part was he had fallen asleep on Lydia's lap. She looked curiously down at the sleeping figure on her and brushed some of his hair out of his face. Then she looked up at them all.

"What do I do?" she whispered

"uh we could try moving him, slowly so we don't wake him?" Kira whispered back cautiously getting up. Scott also got up and lifted his friends head slightly up, but in reply Stiles stirred letting out a groan. Scott put his head back down not wanting to wake his best friend. Malia jumped down from her perch and lifted the second youngest pack members legs up onto the sofa so he was in a slightly more comfortable position.

"you know, when he isn't talking or being a smart ass he is rather cute" Erica commented making Boyd give her a funny look.

"yeh well I've seen him in the morning" Malia said scrunching up her face.

"um help? Person still sleeping on me!" Lydia exclaimed.

"but he looks so peaceful.." Allison said observing the boy. It was true. Stiles did look peaceful. And Stiles deserved sleep, he looked terrible when they all first arrived. Scott highly doubted Stiles had a very good sleep last night even if he was passed out from hypothermia.

"alright Lydia get ready to move I will lift his head, Liam you put a pillow under him" Scott said moving over and positioning himself. He gave Lydia a look and she nodded before he held his head and Lydia slipped away. Liam as instructed placed a pillow under Stiles' head and they all stood back holding their breath scared the sleeping boy would wake up. He didn't luckily and they sighed in relief.

"Now what?" Boyd asked hovering towards the door.

"you should all go" Scott said not taking his eyes of his best friend "I will stay with him"

"if your staying i'm staying" Allison said determined

"don't think your leaving me out of all the drama!" Lydia said giving a little dance and emphasizing the last word.

"fine but only you two, the rest of you go home" Scott ordered and his pack nodded before leaving. His pack... it felt amazing being a true alpha. Every time he thought about it a warm fuzzy feeling center in his stomach.

Scott, Allison and Lydia remained in the room. ANd of course, sleeping Stiles.

The three stood in silence before Allison suggested to go and get something for them to eat from the Chinese take away just down the road. The food around here wasn't great but they were all getting slightly hungry so they agreed.

Once she left He sat on the other sofa whilst Lydia kneeled down near Stiles, her gaze not shifting from the boys relaxed face. It made him wonder whether Lydia, after all these years, actually did develop feelings towards his best friend. Her posture looked slightly less confident than before, her hand tapping at her knee as if she was anxious.

"you don't think the guy he described will comeback do you?" She asked suddenly, still not turning to look. Scott scratched his head. It was possible for him to return, but like he had discussed with Derek, it was possible that Stiles was sleep walking again, and none of what he described actually happened. But then again, what about the marking on his wrist.

"I don't know, why you feel something?" he shifted down by Lydia. Fear struck through him, sending a wave of shivers down his spine and making his throat tighten. what if she had seen Stiles' death, or something worse.

"i—I… well I heard something—but im not sure I understand it" Lydia replied "it's a man's voice.. he keeps saying 'There are passages between worlds to which even you, with all your gifts, are blind.' … Scott what does that mean?" she asked looking up at him.

"I have no idea" he admitted relived she didn't sense his best friend's death. "Maybe we should ask Deaton about it" he suggested. She looked down. He put an arm on her shoulder to comfort her "hey, don't worry, we won't let anyone take him, I won't let anyone take him"

She gave him a small smile "h-he risks everything for us, I don't feel like we are doing enough for him"

"were doing all we physically can, Besides Stiles would be upset knowing we worked it out without him" Scott teased. "Lydia if I tell you something—promise you won't tell the others?" he said and the banshee nodded "well, me and Derek were talking… and we thought it might… might be possible that no one is after Stiles" he started and Lydia gave a puzzled look to the floor as if it was going to tell he the answer. "we think it has a slight chance of being something like before, remember when the Nogitsune possessed him and he was sleep walking? It could be some kind of aftermath of that"

"what about the markings on his wrist?"

"that's what's making us think otherwise." Scott felt Lydia grab his hand. The girl had changed so much since the beginning of their friendship. She went from the popular, daddy kind of girl, to the lovable, kind, smart person she is now. He gave her hand a small squeeze. He knew the Nogitsune had scared her more than anyone except Stiles. It kidnapped her. Right under their noses as well. He'd learnt not to be so careless that day, it could of been the last day he saw Lydia Martin. And he was never going to be prepared for that day.

Someone clearing their throat from behind made them both turn in surprise. Derek stood looking more awake than earlier, Stiles must have had him up all night. "Its not the nogitsune, I asked Deaton, he is almost certain someone tried to take Stiles, question is now, who tried to take him" the former alpha said. Scott felt like the older wolf didn't like his new position in the pack but it was his own doing, besides, Derek wasn't the greatest when it came to leading packs.

"this makes almost zero sense" he cursed. Nothing was fitting together. They needed Stiles to work it out, Stiles to be the one who comes up with a miraculous plan. But he wasn't awake.. or in any fit state at the moment.

"None of this does. We can't do anything or deduct anything until Stiles' memories return. So for now we should just try and help him recover" Derek shrugged

"what if his memories don't return… I'm not trying to.. say anything bad but he isn't like us exactly. He doesn't having super healing skills… he's human." Scott said still wracking his brain for anything that would give him an answer. Lydia looked agitated, the tapping of her fingers against her knee gradually speeding up.

"Well there isn't much we can do about that." Derek grunts

"and the mark? Is there nothing we an o about that either? You said its whats making him cold all the time. We have to do something about it—" Scott threw his hands up in frustration.

"we can only wait at the moment. Be patient Scott, wait for Deaton to do some reading, and wait for Stiles to remember everything. Your mom said it shouldn't take long." Derek replied

About 10 minutes later, after a mini debate which turned into a mini argument Allison returned with the food but Scott was grumpily being pushed to the door by Derek, Lydia silently following.

"ok are we not going to eat this then?" she asked

Scott growled "no because this ass won't let us stay any longer" he was angry. He wanted to stay with his friend. To protect his friend. To make sure nothing happened to him. His wolf made a knot in his stomach in protest to try and force Scott to demand he stays at the loft.

"ive had enough teenagers in my house for one night." Derek growled back and the simple comment made his wolf bubble with anger, was Hale challenging his authority?

Scott's eyes glowed deadly red and Derek's in turn glowed a poisonous blue. Allison, being his usual sweet girlfriend slips between them and grabs his hand. He turned normal immediately the effect of having her near quieting his wolf.

"Scott this is his house, lets just leave ok?" she pleaded and he eventually gave in to her lovable eyes he could never say no to. Derek rolled the door shut in their faces and he herd the click of it being locked.

"s-scott" Lydia whimpered "the voices are getting louder."

"Do you feel like you need to scream?" he asked only knowing that as the technique for banshees to understand things. She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. "Then what do you need?" he was so confused by her race. Out of the blue she started crying and wrapped her arms around him, letting tears sink into his shirt. She needed to cry? He hastily pulled her to his chest where she stayed until her crying subsided. But she cried for so long, soon Allison was patting her friends shoulder trying to calm her. Hot, salty tears left trails down her perfect skin, her eyes looked puffy by the time she pulled away. But somehow her make up stayed exactly how it was before.

"h-hes just human" she whispered.

After Lydia calmed, they walked down the steps and into the parking lot. He sniffed the air still trying to catch some sort of scent that connected to previous events. Non came though.


STILES POV

He had heard everything.

Scott wasn't the most gentle when it came to moving his head onto a pillow. He was far too embarrassed to open his eyes since he had just been asleep on Lydia Martins LAP. So he pretended to be asleep still. He had wanted them all to leave, and most did, except Scott Lydia and Allison. But guess what? He also heard the conversation. Yep every bit of it. Every fucking bit of it. And it all made sense now. Why Derek called Deaton, why they all doubted whether he was telling the truth… they all thought he was going crazy again. THEY all thought he was sleep walking. This scared him more than anything. He had never thought about his situation like this. What if the Nogitsune had repossessed him? He didn't know what happened so for all he knew he was possessed again. But then again why would he have this mark? Was it another sick joke left by the trickster himself.

He was so angry he had nearly opened his eyes and yelled in their faces. But then he remembered they had brought him food and movies. They were only trying to be good friends. He let out a sigh when Derek made them leave. Never had he been so grateful for the grumpy werewolf to show up.

He sat up and yawned as Derek wandered back in. Stiles decided not to let it anyone know just yet he had heard the conversation. Right now he needed space to think. Meaning Sourwolf should fuck of.

"Everyone just left" Derek mumbled to him and stood looking down on him. He felt slightly colder due to the wave of people that were keeping him warm earlier departing.

"what time is it?" Stiles managed to grumble out whilst making a believable tired voice.

"about 7.. I suppose I should get you something to eat" The werewolf huffed and would of made Stiles laugh, instead he just smiled.

"feeed me" Stiles raised his hand in the air like a rich person ordering a servant around. Originally he would of laughed at himself but he wasn't really in the mood for jokes right now "im like wasting away over here" he exaggerated throwing himself back against the couch. Derek rolled his eyes

"what do you want? "he asked which surprised Stiles

"pizza" he said suddenly thinking of a marvelous idea.

"I have none" Derek frowned. Stiles already knew what food Hale had since he raided the cupboards

"order it"

"you know they will never find this place"

"then go get it" Stiles said as if Derek was dumb. Reality was he just wanted to be alone, with no one else, so he could try piece things together.

"can't you just pick something I have here already? I will go to the shops and buy pizza tomorrow" Derek argued

"no. my belly is requesting pizza. And it will only except pizza. Domino's pizza" Stiles paused momentarily "with pepperoni, chicken, bacon, and a cheese stuffed crust" he finished trying to get the longest order he could think off the top of his head.

Derek growled "fine, I will get your stupid pizza, then you don't make a noise for the rest of the evening, got it?" The werewolf hissed and Stiles gave him a small nod. He really couldn't care less, he just needed Derek gone. "if you've moved even a toenail of that couch by the time I get back, I'm going to tape you to it" He added before marching out the door and slamming it behind him.

The loft was rather terrifying at night, when you're alone. Everything seemed to get bigger. The shadows especially. But Stiles couldn't care at the present time. Nothing made sense. Was he going crazy like before? Was he being possessed by the Nogitsune like before? NO Stiles remembered! Derek had said Deaton confirmed he wasn't. Deaton was usually correct so that made him feel slightly more eased. But something stuck in his head. Like it played on repeat. Something Scott said. His best friend said.

'he isn't exactly like us'

'He's human'

A single tear slid down from his warm, light brown eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it's way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time. He never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down his cheeks from wide luminous eyes hit Derek's black top and melted into the fabric. He didn't even know why he was crying. He just needed to finally care about what was happening to him. He rarely let himself look weak like this to his friends. It made him feel worse about being the only one who couldn't stand and fight. It made him feel pathetic. All the words running through his head made sobs echo from his mouth and bounce of the walls just to hit him back I the face. It felt like a knife stabbed him in the heart when he thought more about it. How his friends doubted him, saw his as an liability to the pack. He'd seen it in their faces hundreds of times. It didn't happen on a regular basis, just in times of danger. On a normal day he would just brush it off, pretend he couldn't care less what they thought. Part of him was screaming that he was over exaggerating now because he was crying, crying like the weakling he is.

Feeling low on oxygen his stood up swaying slightly and ended up crashing into the coffee table.


DEREK POV

Why was it so important Stiles had pizza? Just because he was unable to move of the couch didn't mean Derek was his slave. The thought made his anger bubble deep within. He was a Hale, born a werewolf. He wasn't going to let some stupid human kid boss him around like this. It was supposed to be the other way around.

As he was driving back with the damned pizza he thought of various ways he was going to punish Stiles when he got back. Why did the boy have to order the world's longest order. It took up way too much time being cooked and prepared. He had been forced to wait in the small pizza shop, awkwardly sitting by two younger girls who kept looking and giggling at him.

However as he approached the loft he sensed something was wrong. Suddenly it hit him, he had left Stiles alone, when a kidnapper was after him. He was supposed to be protecting the kid, he promised Melissa, The sheriff, Scott, hell he promised the entire pack. Eyes wide Derek leapt up the stairs balancing the pizza box in one hand, and tore into the loft only to find Stiles in a clumsy mess of sadness, and just general clumsiness. Part of him was relieved Stiles was actually still there. But the other part was concerned. Stiles rarely cries. And not to mention his coffee table was flipped over.. Nice job Stiles…

Dropping his keys and the pizza on the kitchen counter he rushed into the living room and looked down upon the sobbing boy who instantly tried to pull himself together, but failed..

When Stiles cries there is a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. He would clasp onto something for support, anything, a table or the back of a chair, and then his whole body would shake. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he would break down entirely, all his defenses washed away in those salty tears. When he turned to look at Derek finally his face was pale, he was probably cold and not realizing it since he was in a fit of cries. God, he had told the boy not to move of the sofa. Part of him regretted shouting at Stiles. He came to realize the teen didn't actually want pizza, he just wanted to be alone. Derek understood the feeling more than anyone.

"Stiles" he started trying to sound as comforting as possible. "Stiles look at me" he said catching the teens attention. "you need to calm down" Stiles had started coughing from crying so much and his breaths were short. "count with me" he ordered and Stiles looked away "STILES count with me" He snapped and held up 1 finger

"o-o-one" Stiles said shakily

"good" Derek praised and held up another

"t-two" Stiles was starting to calm down.

"t-three" his breathing dying down to a more average pace.

"fo-our"

"fi-iv-ve" he finished. Stiles now looked like a corpse. His skin much paler than how it was when Derek left. His posture ragged and shaky as he clutched the arm of the sofa to keep him up. Every now and then a stray tear would make it past Stiles defense and escape down his cheek. Whatever had come over him was nothing good. Derek scooped the boy into his arms and placed him back into his bed. Stiles didn't even interject when Derek had lifted him up.

Once Stiles was warm again and had stopped the tears, he looked blankly out the window for a while. There was a obvious reason why he had been crying. He was only young. Being possessed had changed the boy. Not a lot. It wasn't noticeable to the casual eye. But Derek could see it if he really looked. It was when he would go into battle with the pack, he would hold back slightly with doubt and then brush it off. Before he would charge into battle without even thinking. Now he was more anxious and panicked about things. The crying fit was most likely because he was probably terrified on the idea that something else wanted to take him. How could that not panic someone? especially someone of Stiles' age.

He wasn't sure what else to say. What could he say? Never had he been in this position before. Where he had to find some way to comfort someone. Stiles had done it for him though, When Deucalion made him murder one of his own pack, Stiles was there to comfort him. It was a small memory, probably not even memorable to the teen. But Derek remembered it.

"Derek" Stiles voice was husky and wrong in all places. At least Stiles was recovering faster than Derek thought the boy would.

"Stiles? What's wrong?" He knew it was a stupid question, but he wasn't very good at this type of thing.

"What do you think really happened to me? You know, on Friday?"

" i-" he halted unsure of what to do or say. He couldn't exactly be sure what happened to the boy. AT least not until he had the full story. However for the time being he believed Stiles.

"answer the question" The teen spat and glared. Stiles never glared like this, often he would playfully glare back at Derek who always did full on glare. But this glare held hurt, and discomfort.

"I don't know what happened to you Stiles" Derek argued

"yes but what do you think?"

"I think you were nearly taken by someone like you told us"

"that's not what you told Scott" Stiles said quietly and watched Derek's face turn pale "so that's what you all think? You all think i'm going crazy again? that i'm sleepwalking?" his voice cracked. oh god Derek never considered that Stiles overheard them all talking.

"Stiles.." He wasn't sure what to say.

"you all think im weak and pathetic after what happened, don't you"

"we don't think that—"

"DON'T YOU" tears weld in his eyes "I heard you talking to Scott and Lydia"

"I believe you though" Derek protested

"DO YOU?" he objected "is that why you called Deaton? To see if I was possessed again?"

"NO I called him because of the mark on your arm" What the hell. This is what got Stiles worked up? Fair enough its probably nerve wracking thinking the nogitsune Is still around. But had Stiles not heard him clarify that the nogitsune wasn't part f this?

Tears were dribbling down Stiles face again "of course you were"

"fine, I did call to see if this could be related to the Nogitsune, I was worried Stiles, but Deaton said it wasn't"

Stiles looked away clearly avoiding Derek's eyes now. "Worried. Everyone's always worried. Always worried about 'small defenseless Stiles Stilinski'" Stiles voice rose to something more high pitched at the last words "Because he's the tiny, breakable thing that needs to be protected. Would you all get worried if it was Scott In this position? Would you all get worried if it was Isaac in this situation? No your all worried because its Stiles. Because I bleed when I fall down. Because I can't heal like you guys. Because I can't do the things you guys can do. Because I'm the only one who you guys see as an liability. Because because—because IM ONLY HUMAN" Stiles shouted and then panted from his small rant. For some reason, he thought the boy said the last words more to himself than to Derek.

He looked at the ground. So this is what Stiles was actually worked up about. No no no, Derek had gotten it wrong. Stiles knew the Nogitsune wasn't back. Stiles knew it wasn't related to the nogitsune. In fact Stiles wasn't completely worked up about the kidnapper; but it wasn't helping right now. But the thing that was bothering the teen, was that he saw himself to be the weakest link. Which wasn't in any way true. "Stiles you're not a liability to the group"

Stiles scoffed "What am I then?"

"your one of the most important people in the pack" Derek snapped

"oh my god will you just stop you don't need to lie to cover it up—"

"STILES LISTEN" Derek shouted making Stiles jump and managing to grasp the teens full attention "your important because without you, we wouldn't solve half the shit that goes down in this town, without you, Scott wouldn't of gotten through his first year of being a werewolf and he probably wouldn't of even figured out he was a werewolf. You're important because without you I would be dead from several occasions. Your important because your part of the pack, and without you were incomplete" Stiles was speechless, he didn't even come up with something witty to say. "you may be a small, breakable human, Stiles, but your our small breakable human" Stiles wiped his nose and eyes on his sleeve and looked at Derek giving him a small smile.

"thanks" Stiles sniffled

"and I honestly do believe you, if you say there was a person trying to kidnap you then were going to defend you, because we need you, and no one else is a loud to have you" Derek finished

Stiles took a moment recovering "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say" Stiles mocked but with an almost unnoticeable dullness to his tone. "y-you really think all that about me?"

"yes, and so does everyone else."

Silence filled again as Stiles let the words sink in. "so im your small breakable human huh?" Stiles smirked playfully. Derek snorted and got up. Trust Stiles to say that. He chose to ignore the comment "so you got the pizza right?" The voice was ragged and broken in places, and it came out no louder than a murmur but Derek easily heard it. Stiles obviously wanted to leave what had just happened. Derek gave a nod and got up to put the pizza on plates.

When he returned Stiles was in the same position staring out the window, but a bit more color had returned to his cheeks. He passed a plate that held up to 6 pieces of pizza on it, Stiles obediently took it. He didn't start to eat it though.

Derek didn't want to leave the boy just in case, so he sat himself on the other sofa and picked up the remote and turned the TV on trying to release some of the tension that was slowly building up between the pair. He flicked through the channels aimlessly not really looking at what was on.

"dude pick something, your worse than Scott" Stiles mumbled before biting into his pizza, long strands of stringy cheese falling onto his chin before it was licked into his mouth. Good to see Stiles' fit didn't destroy his appetite.

He clicked the channel forward once more before coming to a stop. It landed on one of the old Doctor Who episodes. Derek didn't particular get this series, but he rarely watched TV anyway. Stiles on the other hand perked up and seemed to recognize the episode instantly. "You like Doctor Who?! No way" The boy chuckled "this Is like one of the best episodes, David Tennant is always gonna be my favorite.. I think it's the jacket."

They continued to watch an episode that consisted of an apparent 'timelord' called The Doctor running around with a screw driver whilst being chased by big metal robots that yelled 'EXTERMINATE'… Derek clearly didn't quite get the amusement in the show. Stiles on the other hand did as he chuckled under his breath at some points.

When it ended Derek almost cried with relief. He got up and grabbed the plates which were duped in the sink. He could wash them in the morning. Right now he was going to go upstairs and sleep. On his way back across the living room though Stiles sat up and looked at him.

"uh.. Derek I'm freezing… can I have another blanket or something?" the boy asked. His heart rate was higher than usual.

"I don't have anymore" Derek said his voice sounding more gravelly then it was supposed to.

"I cant sleep if I'm this cold" Stiles slurred collapsing into the covers and hiding in them. The boy already had a hot water bottle that Derek got him earlier. It couldn't have lost all its heat yet so refilling it was pointless. He thought long and hard about what to do. Stiles' teeth had started chattering by the time he came to a conclusion. He had doubts about whether this was a good idea though. He stared at the floor deciding it was nearly the only option he could think of that didn't involve leaving Stiles. He moved towards the stairs and turned of the lights. Slowly he transformed into a wolf. He loved being a wolf. He felt his fur coat already start providing him natural heat.

"Derek?" He heard Stiles call.

His paws softly padded across the loft and around the sofa. Stiles hadn't seen him since it was almost pitch black in the room, and his coat blended in. When he jumped up onto the same sofa the boy was on, Stiles let out a shriek. Derek growled allowing Stiles to know it was only him as he led down on the teens legs. He felt really awkward doing this but it was all he could think of, he had to keep reminding himself that.

"oh my god… Derek? You scared the hell out of me" His voice carried across the loft. Derek was no longer able to talk which didn't bother him all that much, maybe Stiles would shut up. "Annoyingly this is working" The teen huffed and rolled over before not moving so he didn't bother Derek to much.

Derek waited before closing his eyes in hope of sleep. "Derek?" came the voice again. In response Derek opened his eyes letting the blueness in them hover like fireflies in the darkness signalizing he was still awake. "if you were to be put with me Scott and the world's most annoying man in the world, who would you kill first" Derek growled at the pointlessness of the question. He desperately wanted to say something like Stiles was the most annoying man in the world. "oh right yeah you can't talk. Well that's boring." Stiles rolled onto his back scraping his feet against Derek's belly from under the covers. "you know, if someone were to describe this very moment, wouldn't it sound cheesy, you me, alone in the darkness, on youuur sofa?" Stiles mused and Derek could almost see the grin on the idiots face. His growl was more deep this time making a laugh echo from the teen. "I was just joking, don't get your tail in a knot… you're such a grouchypants all the time" Silence took over and Derek closed his eyes once more. "wait wait wait" He was getting annoyed now, if the teen didn't go to sleep soon, he would knock him out. "if you're a wolf, what happened to your clothes? Did they just like disappear? Oh god, you dare turn human form Throughout out the night and I swear to god… being up close to Jackson's junk was one thing but I'd rather not even-" Derek couldn't take any more of his babbling so he stood up on all fours towering over Stiles and growled as loud as he could shutting the boy up. Then he led back down on Stiles legs again. "wow ok, fine you don't wanna talk, well I don't wanna talk to you either- so goodnight ass hole." Stiles yelled and turned on his side once again. "in fact no, don't have a good night, have a bad night, a bad night for a bad dog" Stiles was chuckling under his breath.

Derek was on the verge of just leaving the boy to fend for himself in the cold. But instead another idea hit him. He rustled his head under the covers making Stiles freeze. "uh Derek? What are you doing?" Derek was now determined and found the boys leg. He gave it a quick nip, not enough to penetrate the skin and do any kind of effect, but enough to hurt. Stiles yelped "OW what the he—" He nipped Stiles again "what's your—OW DEREK" he continued nipping Stiles "can you—OW That hurts quit it—" The boy threw his legs around trying to move away from the wolf but Derek didn't give in so easily. "ok I get it I will shut up—OW I said I would shut up stop – DEREK" He kept at it until Stiles stopped talking completely. Then he retreated his head out from the covers. Due to his abilities, his predator vision allowed him to see the scowl on Stiles face. In full amusement he settled himself and waited until he heard the breathing of Stiles turn heavy signalizing he was asleep, before trying to drop of himself as well.


"D-D-Derek"

"D-eer" *cough* "ek"

The wolf opened his eyes sleepily. Light was filling the room suggesting it was getting close to afternoon. Wow he had slept in longer than he anticipated to. Sniffing the air he could smell Stiles' scent very strong. Oh yeah he fell asleep on his legs.

"DERK" He heard the teen splutter before letting out a harsh choke. He looked up at the boy, Stiles was red in the face and flailing about waving his arms everywhere.. "Cant- brea—thh" Then it hit Derek, he had rolled onto the boys chest. Stiles started hitting his side trying to get him of, desperate for air. Derek sprang of him getting thrown slightly off course when another punch struck his face.

Stiles followed him, toppling of and landing on his hands and knees whilst letting out sharp coughs that penetrated the air. His breathing became the sound of some weird instrument as he struggled to draw in the usual amount of air that would fill his lungs. Even though surrounded by air, he still wheezed as if concrete was poured in his airways. His eyes were crazed and panicked, watering slightly. Derek lay unsure of what to do. He nearly suffocated Stiles. What if he hadn't of woken up in time? He daren't move, He daren't even breathe, and instead he froze to the spot. Listening to Stiles' heart pounding against his chest...duh-duhn, duh-duhn. It was rapid, and out of pace. Stiles was actually frightened.

Finally Stiles slumped back against the sofa, still red in the face. His breathing had died down to a usual rate, alongside his heartbeat. Derek on the other hand was still in the same position. Staring from his wolf eyes at the boy. "Dumbass" Stiles panted through heavy breaths.