This one had to be in first person for the depth of the characters. It is in Derek's POV and takes place in season 3A after Noah is taken by the Darach.

I actually found this on YouTube when Hoechlin and O'Brien were at AlphaCon at Vienna in 2014 and Hoechlin said he would've loved to have this scene.

So, if Tyler Hoechlin ever finds this...I'm not this creepy and stalkerish IRL, I promise.

And now, on with the story!

I felt real bad for the kid. Yeah, I know I fight him now and then but it's to toughen him up. After all he is the only human in the pack. But under all that, I try to protect him. Little did I know today would give me an opportunity to do just that.

Stiles had been freaked out since last night when Jennifer, my ex girlfriend also known as The Darach captured his father to use him as a human sacrifice along with Melissa and most likely Chris, and Scott and I ended up making him get some sleep before we went searching to no avail, and now I was about to head out with Stiles.

We both got in the light blue beat up jeep after scarfing down breakfast, Stiles climbing into the driver's seat before looking me in the eyes.

"Where are we starting?"

"I have no idea. I have Melissa's scent, so I hope they are in the same place.

Stiles nodded, swallowing hard before starting the jeep, pulling off the curb and into the busy streets of California.

After a hour of searching with no avail, I looked at the 16 year old sympathetically, who was gripping on the wheel hard enough that his knuckles were as white as a piece of paper, and he was chocking back his anger.

Having been able to control my anger for years, and it being my anchor, I also knew how bad it can be to keep something this serious bottled up, and he needed to let it out.

"Pull over."

"You have a lead?" He asked as he snapped back into reality.

"Just pull over."

Stiles eyed me suspiciously before pulling onto the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt, to which I did the same before wrapping my arm around the fragile 16 year old, who tensed before slightly relaxing.

"I-I can't believe he's g-gone." Stiles whimpered, burying his head into my shoulder.

"He's still alive, Stiles. It's gonna work out."

"I can't lose my dad, Derek!" Stiles yelled as I ran my hand through his hair, doing whatever was needed to comfort him.

"It's OK. It's all gonna be OK."

I soon felt a large burst of pain in my arm, and that's when I realized Stiles punched me, hard. I was barley able to fully register what had happened before he punched me in the face. After the second punch, I realized that he needed this, and let him beat me up.

When I was almost to the point of unconscious and I could feel the blood running down my face, I felt Stiles' head on my ribs, and heard him start sobbing.

"I-I can't lose h-him. He's t-the o-only family I-I have l-left."

I held the kid closer to me while placing my chin on top of his head as I slowly started rubbing his back.

"You won't. We're all looking for him. Scott, myself, you, Lydia. We will find him and Melissa. I promise."

"T-thqnk you. For everything."