Stiles stood at the kitchen sink scrubbing dishes that had been forgotten the previous night. He knew that he had to keep himself busy, he couldn't sit and start to think about the young girl that had made his heart feel whole. Ever since his mom died there had been missing a piece and Pamplemousse seemed to fit right in.

"Stiles, how are you doing?" he heard a voice ask behind him. He turned to see Lydia behind him, eyes full of concern.

He went to speak but his voice caught, a sob escaping instead. Lydia rushed forward and welcomed him into her arms. His whole body started to shake with the force from his crying.

Lydia started to rub Stiles' back and coo and make shushing noises. They didn't speak for a few minutes, but once Stiles' sobs had reduced to a point where he could talk he took a deep breath and looked up to Lydia.

"I can't lose another person in my life Lydia. I just found someone that helped with the loss of my mom and now she might get taken away." He choked out.

"Hey, hey, this is Pamplemousse we're talking about here. She'll be fine. She's quite strong and stubborn, remind you of anyone you know?" Lydia replied trying to quell Stiles' fears.

He responded with a broken laugh, "Which anyone? I live in a house of stubborn werewolves." He started to laugh genuinely and Lydia joined in.

After a good minute of laughing Stiles' had to stop when Lydia brought him in for another hug. She lowered her tone and rubbed his back again as she spoke into his ear. "She's going to be perfectly okay, you'll see. She'll pull through and be back to the smiling little girl who plays hide and seek with Mora in no time, okay?"

Stiles sniffled one more time and nodded, the dog in question got up from her place on the floor and nuzzled Stiles' hand. He patted her head and looked into her deep brown eyes, Mora whimpered slightly and pressed harder into his hand.

"You miss her too, don't you girl?" He asked kneeling down to the dog.

Mora snorted in response as if saying 'Of course. Why would you think different.'

Stiles smiled down at his dog. Mora wagged her tail and jumped forward to lick his face. He placed his arms around the dog and gave her a hug and she just stayed knowing her master needed comfort.

"You really are a good dog aren't you?" Lydia asked the lusky. Mora gave a thump with her tail on the floor in response.

The group in the kitchen all looked up when the front door suddenly opened. The entire pack was home sans Derek, Brooke and Pamplemousse and when Stiles rounded the corner to the entryway he was greeted by the sight of the three of them. Brooke was holding the door for Derek as he carried in a frail looking Pamplemousse who was out cold.

Stiles rushed forward to Derek, and instantly looked to the young girl in his arms. Stiles wanted to hold the girl close and make sure she was alright but Derek stopped him with a soft voice.

"She's fine, but too weak to move. We need get her into bed." He said eyes soft as he looked to the tired teen.

"Yeah of course." Stiles said as he moved aside to let Derek past. He looked to Brooke who was leaning against the wall looking completely worn out.

Stiles went forward to the young woman and gathered her in his arms, she continued to slump from all emotions and stress she had gone through. She started to cry, and pulled Stiles back when he tried to back up.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's all over now." He cooed, rubbing Brooke's back as her face remained in his shoulder. Taking a few deep breaths she looked up to him.

"Stiles, she almost died. How can I ever look at her now, knowing that. I fucked up so bad and I shouldn't be around her or the pack. I can't just be-I should just..." She stopped as Stiles cut her off.

"Brooke Ashley Drake stop it right now. She's alive because of you, if you hadn't gotten her away from Lorelei after she killed Ezze what would have happened? You brought the two of you into this pack and have made it better. So yes you fucked up a little, but she's fine, she's upstairs sleeping and getting better. So don't you dare think you are not good enough to be with her or this pack." He said looking her right in the eyes and wiping away her tears.

They stayed silent for a moment longer as Brooke collected herself, and took a deep breath. She looked up meeting Stiles's eyes, which were lit with determination. "Okay." She said weakly and gave a small laugh.

"Now come on, we have a young wolf to attend to." Stiles' said as he grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs.

They entered the bedroom and saw Derek tucking Pamplemousse into the bed. He looked tired as he sat next to the young girl.

"How is she?" Stiles asked coming up behind him and resting his arms on Derek's shoulders. Brooke climbed gingerly onto the bed and settled in behind Pamplemousse stroking her hair as she breathed in the scent of the girl, just to make sure she was really there.

"Good, but in pain. I'm trying to ease it a bit though." He said placing his hand on her forearm, wincing slightly.

"Are you doing that 'take away the pain' thing?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, she needs it." Derek said quietly. Continuing to look at the small girl on the bed, Derek started to tear up. "She's so young Stiles, she shouldn't have to feel this."

Derek looked up to Stiles and Stiles nearly fell to the floor with how much suffering and concern that was held in Derek's eyes. Behind those emotions there was a small glint of love.

"I don't wanna make her go through this again," Derek started, "I would die for her."

"I know, I know, I would too." Stiles said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Derek's. They were rough and slightly chapped and Derek kissed back softly, showing just how tired he really was. Stiles broke the kiss, but connected their foreheads.

"I would die for you too, you know?" Derek said quietly.

"I know and I would die for you too." Stiles responded.

A cough was heard at the door and Stiles pulled back from Derek, standing straight. Turning to the noise, Stiles saw the rest of the pack. They were all holding blankets and pillows. Lydia was the first to speak up.

"We want to stay in here with Pamplemousse." She said simply and walked into the room, not having any blankets herself she climbed next to Brooke on the bed and held her close. The rest of the pack filed in and made little nests all around the bed, Allison handed Stiles his duvet and pillow and Scott did the same for Derek.

No more words were said as the pack settled in around the bed and Pamplemousse. The feeling in the room was one of family and concern. As Stiles settled in next to Derek on the floor he couldn't help but feel content and happy knowing that his pack, no, his family, were so close.

And slowly but surely the entire pack fell asleep.

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A/N: Okay, I know I promised I would finish this before I left for Ireland but that is tomorrow and I, sadly, cannot do so. I will post a chapter ASAP though, I would have had it finished, but life got in the way and depression is a bitch. So, anyway, let me know what you think and have an awesome rest of your day or night!