2 days later….

"Stiles please come home." John said down the phone, it's been a couple of days and Stiles still hadn't shown up. It was only John that Stiles would answer the phone to and maybe Lydia and Malia and Kira because the idea of Stiles being a fox again and nicer one made her happy.

"Dad your drunk aren't you?" Stiles whispered as he curled up on a bed in a motel room, he had manage to find Derek he was alone and not with the Bounty hunter and Stiles was grateful for that.

"It's my fault… I made it hard for you to come to me when you need." He said, Stiles gripped the phone tight in his hands and wiped away tears from his eyes as he sniffed

"No dad it's not your fault I just didn't want to see you being disappointed with me. I killed someone." Stiles told him

"In self-defence I can't argue against that!" Stiles rubbed his eyes again and he sat up

"Dad look Parrish fixed it anyway." He said "Dad I love you and I will come home when I'm ready but that won't stop me talking to you." He softly

"Just make it soon."

"I will try. Oh and dad don't trust Theo he may act the nice guy but he isn't something isn't right about him." Stiles to him as he looked down at his other hand

"Okay I will, I love you Stiles." He said as he put the phone down.

Stiles closed his eyes and let tears run down his face as he put his phone down on the bed side table. The door to the room open and Derek walked in and sat on the bed and placed is hand on the boy's shoulders and stayed quiet as the teen cried into his hands. He looked up at the wolf with red puffy eyes before launching himself into the wolf's arms and cried even more. Normally Derek would push himself away but over the last few years Stiles had somehow become significant to him. He didn't mind that the boy held onto him as a life line. "It will be alright Stiles." He whispered as he felt the boy sit in his lap.

…Flash Back…..

Derek was alone in his motel room, Braeden was on a job for a group of hunters and it was one of those jobs where Derek wasn't needed. He was sat on the bed and was going thought the research that Stiles had sent him a 4 days ago while he listening to the rain that hit the window heavily. He was lost in thought about Stiles and that he hasn't heard from him for a while. When he was pushed out of his thought as he heard someone knocking at his door. He stood up and walked over to door his hand hoovered over the handle for the moment before he grasped it and pulled it open.

He froze when he saw the soaking wet form of Stiles standing before him, he stood there with red puffy eyes and a broke look across his face "Stiles?" He whispered to him as he reached out to touch his face

"P….Please Derek I need your help." He said as he stood there trembling. The wolf let the teen into the motel room before grabbing a blanket from the bed and warping it around Stiles.

"What are you doing here?" He asked him as he walked to the door and tried to see if he could spot Stiles' jeep but there was nothing there.

"I…I can't." Stiles sobbed out as he just broke down and cried. Derek knelt in front of him watching the way the rain droplets drips off Stiles face

"Okay-okay just claim down is Scott here did he drive you?" He asked and Stiles shook his head

"H…He won't listen." He cried "Don't call him!" He yelled as he saw Derek reach for the phone. The world looked back at him and saw fear on his face

"I won't call Scott. Who can I call?" He asked as Stiles trembled

"D…Deaton."

Derek spoke to Deaton and he told him what happen and wold looked at the teen as he looked hopeless and lost. "Scott said that?" Derek asked "Okay Alan, yeah just tell John I got him and he is okay." He put the phone down and moved back to Stiles who had fat blobs of tears running down his face as he looked up at him "You did nothing wrong Stiles." Derek whispered held the teen's hands

…..End of flash back…

Derek was worried about Stiles he hadn't eaten since he got there and his fever has gotten worst and because he wasn't eating he was just feeling worst he would most of the time be a sleep shivering and mumbling and the rest of the time he was curled up in Derek's arms. He had called Deaton a few time to ask him what to do and the vet told him to treat him like a pup.

2 days…

Then the worst happen Stiles woke up one morning and he screamed as he saw Derek walk out of the shower "Stiles shhh it's okay…It's me Derek!" The wolf panic, as Stiles feel off the bed and pushed himself into the corner of the motel room. He was looking at the wolf fear "Stiles?" Derek asked as he knelt in front of him

"W….Who are you?" Stiles asked as he pulled the blanket around him tighter. Derek fell onto his backside as he looked at the warm eyed teen and let out a shaky sigh as he looked at the boy wide eyed

"C…Can you remember me?" The wolf asked, the boy shook his head "I'm Derek Hale. I'm a friend your name is Stiles Stilinski you are 17 years old and your from Beacon Hills. You came to me after something happen between you and the alpha of Beacon Hills and you came to find me." He told him, Stiles still looked at him blankly as he bite his bottom lip

"I…I don't remember." He whispered "Why can't I remember." He asked as tears rolled down his eyes.

"I don't know? You've been ill since you got here. Maybe it's the Kitsune side."