Peter was right. If they couldn't wake Bobby and Theo up, they would have to carry them out and even in top form, Stiles would never have been up to carrying a grown man through the woods for miles. That's what werewolves were for, to do the heavy lifting. But first Stiles wanted to make sure that the two men were in no immediate danger.

Stiles opened Bobby's jacket to have a closer look at him but there was no blood, his hands were clean and whole, he hadn't tried to defend himself and his face was relaxed with only a few scratches. Stiles had the same just from walking through the woods. Nothing about what he saw gave him any clue to what was going on here. For all he knew, Bobby should be up and about. But he looked as if he was peacefully asleep. In the middle of the woods. And no matter how often Stiles called his name or tried to shake him awake, his eyes stayed stubbornly closed.

"What about Theo?" Stiles sat back, it didn't look as if Bobby would wake up any time soon.

"No luck." Peter shook his head but he still kept an eye out to their surroundings. "We should get them out of there."

Stiles had to agree to that. He closed his eyes and reached into the shady place and a second later Derek was standing right next to him. He had a quick look around but then his gaze zoomed in on Stiles. It never failed to amaze Stiles how well he took to the sudden change of surroundings. From Derek's point of view, they had been in the car, eating sandwiches, only seconds ago.

"Are they hurt?" Derek asked with a tilt of his head, listening to the heart-beats, no doubt.

"We don't know what happened to them," Stiles told him. "But we need to get them out of here. Can you carry Bobby?"

"Of Course." Swiftly but with gentle care, Derek scooped up Bobby while Peter did the same with Theo. They were both grown man and not on the short side but the werewolves carried them like overgrown toddlers with ease.

They went back the way they had come, it was still shorter than to round the lake completely but it still would take them hours. Stiles was the slowest of them all, even with the aid of some magic. He didn't dare to use too much, they still didn't know what had happened here and he wanted to be prepared just in case. Plus, he had summoned Derek for the third time today and he had wanted him to last so he might have poured more into that spell than he should have. But the last thing he wanted to happen, was for Derek to disappear before they had reached the car.

It was getting late but then they reached the little camp Theo and Bobby had left behind. From here it wasn't that far back to the car.

"We should pack up," Peter decided and gently set Theo on the ground. It was on Stiles' lips to protest, they didn't have time to waste, but then Derek was at his side and urged him to sit down. Well, a minute or two couldn't hurt.

They still needed to get Bobby and Theo out of the woods, in more sense than one, as quickly as possible but their condition hadn't changed since they had found them so a few minutes really didn't hurt. Stiles noticed that Peter and Derek both were packing up slower than necessary and it warmed his heart while at the same time he was furious that he was the weak link once again. Even with a little magical aid, his broken leg made him so much slower than them.

"What are we going to do with them once we're out of here?" Derek asked. "Hospital?"

That gave Stiles a vivid image of Derek carrying his battered and bloody body down the road after the accident with the deer. Stiles had been unconscious at that point but watching Derek with Bobby helped to get the picture. Back then Derek had just started to become self-aware and for a moment Stiles wondered if Derek had been worried about him or if he had just followed his programming.

"Not sure if they can help him," Peter pondered on the hospital idea, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts. "But we probably should call Edith."

Stiles hadn't even thought of that, she must be worried out of her mind by now. However, he had no clue what to tell her.

In the end, he just told her that they had found them, that it didn't look too bad but that they were unconscious and that they wanted them to get checked out in the hospital. Stiles doubted that he had been able to ease Edith's worries, especially since neither Bobby nor Theo was in a condition to speak to her but there wasn't much he could do. They agreed to meet at the hospital and with that Stiles ended the call.

"We should hurry before she sends in the coastguard." Stiles reached for his crutches.

"They have a coastguard for the lake?" Derek raised his eyebrows at him.

"Figure of speech," Stiles dismissed him.

It was kind of unfair with what ease the werewolves shouldered the bags and then picked up Theo and Bobby again. They didn't even let Stiles carry the lightest bag which he could have carried with the handle across his chest, no problem.

"Just make sure that we don't have to carry you out as well," Peter told him and took the lead again.

"I could always summon Superman and let him fly me out," Stiles muttered under his breath but got going. Derek was last, he wanted to keep an eye on Stiles, no doubt about that.

"Summon Superman?" Derek repeated his words. "Like me?"

Stiles stumbled over his crutches and almost face-planted, this was not a conversation he wanted to have right now.

"A shade, yes," he admitted. "But not like you. Not even close." He hoped that that would be enough for now, they would talk later when they were not carrying people out of the woods. Not that he really had enough magic left to summon another shade. Which rose the question if he could hold two shades at once, he'd never tried to do that before. It would be an interesting experiment but for sure not now.

Behind him, Derek walked quietly but Stiles felt the pregnant aura around him even without opening his senses. They needed to talk about this but first, they had to take care of Theo and Bobby.

They reached the car eventually and they managed to get Theo and Bobby into the back seat without a problem. Strapped in with the seat-belts they should be secure enough for the ride to the hospital. With his cast and the crutches, Stiles needed more space so he got the passenger seat and Derek squeezed into the back next to Bobby. At least that way he could keep an eye on them.

Edith and Dr. Esser were waiting for them at the hospital. Stiles hadn't really been able to tell Edith what condition Bobby and Theo were in but judging by the looks of the group waiting for them at the entrance of the ER, they were ready for almost everything. Before Stiles even made it out of the car, Theo was on a stretcher and they were working on getting Bobby out of the car as well.

"What happened?" Dr. Esser asked while others were already taking Theo's pulse and blood pressure and were talking in that doctor speak of numbers and abbreviations that got over Stiles' head.

"We found them like this," Peter explained. "No visible injuries, steady heartbeat and they are breathing just fine."

"They just won't wake up," Stiles added bitterly while he watched the stretchers getting rolled away. Edith was following Theo's but Stiles knew that they wouldn't let her stay at his side. Suddenly he just felt tired. His arms finally gave and he would have just slumped down next to the car if it hadn't been for Derek who caught him with ease and then manhandled him back into the passenger seat. His vision grayed on the edges and for a moment Stiles thought he would pass out.

"Here." That was Peter's voice and then the neck of a water bottle nudged his lips.

Stiles drank greedily and over the rushing of his own blood in his ears, he only half-understood what Peter was saying. Something about him staying at the hospital and that Derek should drive him home? There was an exchange of keys so it actually did look like Derek was about to drive him back to the motel. Stiles opened his mouth to protest, he was needed here, they had to figure out what had happened to the two men but the rushing in his ears became louder and his vision more tunneled and it was way too easy for Peter to strap him into the seatbelt and close the door. Defeated Stiles slumped into the seat.

"You better don't disappear on me while you're driving," Stiles told Derek when he slid into the driver's seat. At least that was what he was trying to say, Stiles wasn't sure how clearly the words left his mouth.

"I have time to park the car," Derek assured him and then he started the engine. At least it looked as if he knew what he was doing and for a second Stiles was proud of himself for making his shades with basic skills like driving. But then his mind jumped to something else.

"I forgot the underwear again, didn't I?"

"It's okay," Derek assured him but for some reason, Stiles' mind had latched onto that fact.

"Peter said that I think about you without underwear too often," Stiles said and even in his own ears, it sounded slurred. As if he was drunk. "Am I affected?" He wondered aloud.

"Affected?" Derek threw him a glance but turned his eyes back on the road a second later. "By what?"

"By whatever got Theo and Bobby."

"I don't know," Derek admitted with another concerned glance in his direction. "How long have you been out in the woods before you summoned me?"

Stiles wasn't sure, hours. Probably not as long as the way back but he wasn't sure. He told Derek that much.

"You were using magic on the way back."

Stiles hadn't meant to make a secret out of it but he hadn't announced it either. He'd just put a little magic into his steps to give his shoulders a breather. But of course, Derek had noticed.

"I think you're just exhausted." Derek gave him a smile which looked reassuring. Stiles squinted at him but his vision wasn't clear enough to actually read his features. "I'll get you back to the motel. You should sleep."

It sounded like a plan. Stiles knew he should be looking into what had happened out there but he doubted he was in any condition to do so at the moment.

"Can you stop at the diner?" Stiles asked when they passed the welcome sign of the town.

"Are you hungry?"

"I need coffee," Stiles told him. With a good cup of coffee, he should be fine again.

"You need sleep," Derek corrected with a stern look. "And maybe food. Have you eaten since the sandwich?"

It had been so long ago, Stiles needed a moment to even remember the sandwich he had in the car on their way out. And no, he hadn't eaten anything since then.

To his relief, Derek did park the car in front of the diner.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked. "And I need money."

"Coffee," Stiles repeated but did search for his wallet. By now his body had remembered that it also needed food so he added a cheeseburger, curly fries, and a strawberry milkshake to his order. "And get something for yourself as well."

Derek nodded and left the car. Stiles might have dozed off while he waited for him to come back and he startled awake when suddenly the door opened.

"Can you hold this?" Derek handed him bags of food and the milkshake.

"Where's the coffee?"

"You won't get coffee," Derek told him and started the car.

"I can make you get me coffee," Stiles reminded him darkly while he tried to keep the food from slipping off his lap.

"Make me, then," Derek said, not even looking at him. With ease, he brought the car back on the street and a minute later they were back at the motel. Derek came around the car to take the food and Stiles even waited for him to come back before he tried to get out of the car by himself.