So this is a fictional story and I have taken some liberties withe the story line starting at the end of season 2/ beginning of season 3. Changes are: Stiles hides Derek at his house during the problems with the Kenema and after the Sheriff was suspended. Erica doesn't die and Derek's sister doesn't come back. The alpha pack are part of it but don't come in right away and play a slightly different role. Stiles' father is abusive starting when Stiles caused him to be suspended. Isaac's father was more abusive than in cannon. Derek never bought the loft but instead rebuilt the Hale House. If you have any questions please let me know - I respond better to an instant message than comments but try to respond to both. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Derek hadn't liked Stiles at first. Found the boy annoying and bothersome. As time went on he learned a little more about the kid, for that's what Stiles was – a kid. It seemed that the more he learned about the kid the more he felt the need to… he didn't know what to call it.

Stiles always showed up when Scott came over to learn to control his abilities. The boy would be right behind his friend in everything they did. The surprising thing was that Stiles kept up rather well at the beginning. It wasn't until Scott started to gain control and move onto harder things that Stiles started to have problems. The kid wasn't a real werewolf and couldn't keep up with everything.

Despite the annoyance of having Stiles around Derek never did manage to find it in himself to tell the boy to leave. On some level it bothered him that no one ever made sure that Stiles was home. There had been plenty of times when they were working that Scott's mother had called because it was almost curfew. There was never a time that Stiles was called by his father.

It had been such a little thing and Derek had set it aside for the most part. He'd asked Scott once but the younger werewolf had merely shrugged his shoulders and said that he'd never noticed.

Nothing more had developed after that for a bit. Derek had almost forgotten about his concerns. Then he had to hide out at Stiles' for a little while when he was trying to avoid the cops. That shed a whole new light on the situation. One Derek didn't think he'd ever forget.

Stiles and Derek had been alone for most of the afternoon once school was over. Derek couldn't stand just sitting there listening to Stiles type on the computer and doing his school work. Still, it was getting rather late and the boy had made no move to get any kind of food. Before he had the chance to ask though there was a door slamming downstairs.

Stiles had stiffened. "My house my rules"

"I know" Derek had sighed, "I'll stay out of the way"

"Whatever happens just keep quiet" Stiles had stressed.

Derek had been confused but nodded his consent. He had agreed that he would abide by Stiles' rules while he sought refuge here. Still, he didn't like how this sounded.

"Dad" Stiles greeted when the older man had opened his bedroom door, making sure that Derek had hidden under the bed.

"What the hell are you doing up?" Sheriff Stilinski had snapped. The man shook his head before pulling a chair away from the wall and gesturing to Stiles. "You know the drill"

"Dad. Come on" Stiles had said, almost pleaded but he didn't care enough to really do so anymore.

There was a silent staring contest before the Sheriff growled and Stiles hurried to comply. What shocked Derek the most was what he saw when Stiles had shed his shirt before bracing himself against the wall. It wasn't long after that before the belt was whistling through the air.

Fifteen strikes later and Sheriff Stilinski walked out of the room while Derek dug his claws out of his palms.

After that Stiles had merely put his shirt back on and continued with his homework. Derek had tried to start up a conversation but the boy wouldn't have it.

The next morning Derek had waited for the Sheriff to leave before heading downstairs to fix breakfast figuring it was the least he could do. That's when he learned why Stiles hadn't gone down for dinner the night before. There was no food in the house.

Derek had wanted to say something to Stiles after hiding out in his house however the alpha was posing a bigger issue. Once the alpha was out of the picture Derek had been concerned with making his own pack.

Funny enough it was once he had his pack formed and was training them that he thought of Stiles again. While he had seen Scott and Stiles irregularly throughout the past weeks he'd never thought much past it. Now that he was training another group of werewolves though he kept remembering Stiles' enthusiasm from before. He missed it and he was concerned for the boy as well.

After he'd finished teaching the others for the day and beating Scott in a fight over a difference of opinion after meeting up with the kid trying to convince him to join his pack, Derek headed to the Stilinski residence. He had to know how Stiles was doing.

Derek jumped up to the second floor roof right outside Stiles' bedroom window, the same way he'd come in before. He saw a body curled up on the bed facing the wall and shaking. It didn't take long for him to figure out why. The muffled sobs and the large abrasions on the scarred back were reason enough.

Not knowing what he was doing Derek suddenly found himself with an arm full of Stiles. The boy let out a frightened squeak but quickly quieted. If only Stiles had quieted because he knew he was safe with Derek rather than fear out of what the Sheriff would do if awoken.

"It's alright Stiles" Derek tried to sooth the frightened boy as he climbed out the window and jumped off the roof.

"Derek?" Stiles asked confused and concerned.

"We're just heading to my place for the night Stiles"

"Why?"

Derek sighed but continued on his way carrying the boy while he answered, "Because you're not safe in your house Stiles"

"What…" Stiles stammered, "I'm fine in my house. Just put me down"

Stiles started struggling in Derek's hold and the older man tightened his grip on the flailing boy. "You need to calm down Stiles"

"You need to let me go" Stiles argued, "This is kidnapping"

"Please just relax Stiles" Derek begged as he opened the door to his home. "Look, we're here and I'll set you down so long as you promise not to leave"

"I have to go home Derek"

"What's Stilinski doing here?" Isaac asked coming into the entryway.

"Nothing just go back to what you were doing" Derek instructed.

Stiles watched as Isaac hesitated a minute before following the alpha's orders. Here he'd been hoping that Isaac would help him get away from Derek.

"Derek I can't stay here" Stiles complained as he was carried up the stairs.

"Well you can't stay at your house either" Derek argued.

"Why not?"

"Your not safe there" Derek repeated as he deposited the boy on the bed in his room and grabbed the first aid kit.

Stiles tried to bolt when Derek moved away to get the kit but he only got a couple of feet before strong arms gripped his waist again.

"Just let me fix you up" Derek sighed as he laid Stiles face down on the bed. "I don't want you to get infected"

Stiles sighed but knew he was fighting a losing battle at the moment. In resignation he let Derek clean him up. By the time the older man was done he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and the next thing he saw was darkness.

Derek sighed in relief when Stiles was finally out for the night. He couldn't send the boy back to that place.

"Is he one of us now?" Isaac asked walking into the room.

"Yes" Derek answered immediately then rethought his response, "Well, no. He's not a werewolf but he is one of us"

Isaac shook his head, "Is he going to be turned."

"No"

"Then what's he doing here?"

"He's here because he's one of us" Derek growled out. "Now I want you to head to Stiles' bedroom and gather some of his things"

"Why?" Isaac demanded.

"Because he's staying with us" Derek answered testily.

Isaac was pissed but bit his tongue. Derek was the alpha.