Stiles wasn't sure why he had an uneasy feeling. He just did. He was currently laying in bed beside Derek pondering whether or not the Witch of the Waste was going to be a problem. The Chimeras hadn't been able to catch her scent, the trail had led deep into the desert before he had called them off. Stiles didn't think she would be able to pull anything off anytime soon though he was going to have to deal with her at a later date. The zombie outbreak in France had been dealt with and he had dispatched Braeden to the Middle East to deal with the venti that were threatening his holdings there. Jackson was going to be coming around for Thanksgiving next week and bringing Cory and Mason with him. Derek had extended the offer to the rest of the Chimeras but the others had decided to spend Thanksgiving in Monte Carlo gambling. Stiles had given them approximately two-hundred thousand each for their yearly salary and since he usually paid for all the travel and such that they did for him they got to spend that money on whatever they wanted. Cory and Mason were saving their money to build a house in the Hamptons on the beach. Stiles knew that whenever they finally had enough he would let them retire there, they deserved it. Cory had been a science experiment in the Dread Doctors' labs when Stiles had rescued him, barely able to string together a coherent three word sentence due to the drugs they had been pumping into him. Mason had been a hunter's pet, left strung up and dosed with wolfsbane when Stiles had taken out the hunters three months before raiding the Dread Doctors' lab and finding the Chimeras. The other Chimeras hadn't been nearly as addicted to the foul drugs that Corey had been and it was only because of Mason that Corey had gotten clean and stayed clean.

"G' ta sleep St'les." Derek slurred throwing on arm over Stiles and pulling him closer. Stiles tucked his head under Derek's chin and closed his eyes. Sleep still took a long time to claim him.

Derek frowned as he listened to Deputy Rathaway cough

"You okay?" He asked and the woman shrugged

"It's just a flu according to my doctor. I don't have it as bad as others. Fifteen people have been admitted to the hospital for this strain." She said and Derek was glad that his pack couldn't catch the flu. He couldn't imagine any of them getting sick. It would send Stiles into mother hen mode to the max probably. They roamed the streets in their cruiser with not much to do. It seemed that two days before Thanksgiving wasn't a big time for crime. Rathaway's cough seemed to be getting worse though and it worried Derek

"You sure you're okay?" He asked and she smiled at him

"I think I'll head to the doctors after my shift. I don't want to put any more strain on the Sheriff, with Stiles being back and everyone worrying if he'll disappear again." She said and Derek clutched the steering wheel tighter. Stiles had visited the station at the beginning of the month, wearing a glamor that made him appear normal to everyone. He hadn't returned telling Derek that he couldn't but not saying why. Derek hadn't pushed, hadn't dared. It seemed that everyone was still walking on eggshells around Stiles. Well, everyone except Cora who was in an all out war with Derek's mate. It had gotten to the point that Stiles had stopped asking her if she was coming to dinner because he knew she wouldn't touch anything he made.

"Alright. I'm sure Stiles will stick around a bit longer." He said calmly. Rathaway glanced at him

"If he leaves are you going to go with him?" She asked and Derek shrugged. He wanted to say yes, that he would follow his mate to the ends of the earth if that meant he could stay by Stiles for the rest of their lives. He also knew that he belonged in Beacon Hills and on the Hale land. That he was the protector of this place and that if he left then it would be a light for all the dark things in the world that said the town was unprotected. Stiles had explained to him one night that Beacon Hills sat on the convergence of not two or three ley-lines but five, which was pretty rare and only occurred in two other places with only one of those actually being on land. It explained why everyone was so hell bent of taking over the town. Rathaway made a soft noise catching Derek's attention. He looked over to find her slumped against the door, a trickle of blood slipping from the corner of her lips. He flipped the sirens on and sped towards the hospital, listening closely to her rapidly beating heart as he drove to make sure she didn't die on him. The rest of his shift was spent giving his statement to the doctors and then again to the sheriff.

"Go home son. There's nothing you can do here. Stiles is probably worried sick, I was on the phone with him when the news came in." John said and Derek nodded. He drove the cruiser back to the house, too tired to go back to the station and switch cars. As soon as he was out of the car Stiles was flying out of the house and wrapping his arms around Derek.

"I was so worried. All dad would say was that you were fine but at the hospital." Stiles said burying his nose into Derek's neck. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles to give the younger man comfort.

"I'm okay. It was my partner who was admitted. She said that she had the flu but started bleeding from the mouth. The doctors said that all the coughing she has done caused the bleeding but that she was going to have to stay until they can get her fever under control." Derek said stroking Stiles' hair and rocking him gently. Stiles made a soft noise in the back of his throat and pulled away.

"I'm glad you're home. You don't have another shift until after Thanksgiving, right?" He asked as they moved towards the house. Derek could sense the pack waiting for them just inside the house and wasn't surprised to find them all piled together in the foyer waiting for Derek and Stiles to enter the house.

"Good to hear it wasn't you that needed the hospital Nephew." Peter said coming into the foyer with a glass of what smelt like scotch. Peter held the glass out for Derek who took a small sip and was glad to find it laced.

"When did you arrive?" He asked and Peter shrugged

"Two hours ago. I got a taxi from the airport." Peter said as if it was nothing. Derek suppose it wasn't, he just hadn't known his uncle would be coming. Stiles gave his arm a squeeze

"I didn't know he was coming either." Stiles said before moving away into the house. Derek followed as the pack dispersed knowing that their Alpha was fine. Stiles appeared to have been making cookie dough when Derek had pulled in and Derek smiled when Stiles offered him a bit on his finger. Derek took the finger into his mouth and sucked on it like it was another part of Stiles. Stiles pulled back almost immediately but Derek knew he was aroused based on the pheromones that were filling the kitchen. Still, Derek wouldn't push Stiles into anything he didn't want so he let Stiles return to his batter

"When are Mason and Corey arriving?" Derek asked once Stiles had put the first round of cookies into the oven

"Tonight. They aren't getting in until close to one though so I don't have to leave to pick them up until much later." Stiles said and Derek hummed. He watched as Stiles pulled a cake out of the bottom oven and set it on a rack to cool. The entire kitchen had been designed for Stiles, Derek had always hoped that he would be able to see his mate cook in it and here was that hope coming true.

"What are you looking at so sappily?" Stiles asked and Derek crowded up behind him.

"Missed you so much. Watching you cook in the kitchen I designed for you makes me happy." Derek murmured into Stiles neck. Stiles sighed and wrapped Derek's arms around him

"I missed you guys too. You especially. I fooled myself into thinking that it was safer for me to stay away...and after my time in Shade's grasp it was more of I fooled myself into thinking that you would be ashamed of me." Stiles said and Derek made a wounded sound

"Love you too much." He murmured, "Never think it was your fault." Stiles relaxed back into Derek's embrace.

"I'll work on that." He said with a content sigh

Thanksgiving was loud and Stiles couldn't be happier. Everyone was sitting around the table talking and eating and finally Stiles felt like the family was whole. He sat at Derek's left with Cora across from him. She wouldn't look at Stiles but she was eating the food that Stiles had made and that was a small win. After the meal the group migrated to the den for a puppy pile and movies. It would have been a perfect day until Isaac started coughing. Stiles had noticed he had done it a lot in the past few days but this time was different. This time he was coughing up blood.