Stiles did not punch Peter Hale in the face; you could ask any one of the doctors or nurses that were on shift at the time that Peter had told Derek he was being "dramatic" and to "stop being such a little shit". Stiles honestly had nothing to do with the black eye, and broken nose that Peter was sporting when they left, at least that was his story anyway.

"I do not ever, want to see your face again." He had hissed, fist making contact for the first time. "I'm not sure how this is your fault, but I have no doubt in my mind that it is."

Peter had smirked at him; the god damn smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at him. "I think you'll find that he is my nephew."

"I think you'll find that he is eighteen years old." Stiles replied, digging his nails into his skin to refrain from laying another punch on the man.

"Sure as hell doesn't act like it, little shit." Peter probably had more to say but Stiles never found out because the crack of his nose was too distracting.

"I'd like you to leave now, and if you don't I'm sure I can find more body parts to injure." He almost growled. "Go home, don't come back,"

Peter turned to leave, "oh, and scumbag. Leave Laura here."

Derek had let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding which startled stiles. "Shit, I'm sorry… I didn't mean you to see that… I just got angry and… I'm sorry." He muttered putting space between him and Derek.

He hadn't asked Derek for his opinion on this, he really should have but he didn't. He didn't ask if he wanted to leave his family's house, if he would mind him decking his uncle in the face… he just saw the way Derek flinched away when Peter raised his hand only slightly and something inside him snapped.

"You didn't have to do that" Derek said after a while.

Stiles nodded, "I know, and I shouldn't have." He said hanging his head, "but I'm not sure I could have stopped myself if I tried."

They didn't talk for a while; Stiles opened his mouth occasionally trying to figure out what to say but closed it shortly after when he couldn't make a decision.

"Do you like living with him?" Stiles asked, mostly because as much as he wanted to swoop in and rescue Derek, he had to accept that maybe, Peter wasn't the problem… maybe he wasn't being any better by controlling the boy's life and decisions for him.

"No"

Stiles had never been as relieved to hear those words.

"I… I have a friend, he has an empty room and I and Lydia have one in our apartment." Stiles said fidgeting, "if you'd like to, I can send someone over to get your stuff today."

Derek sat silently for a minute, "you want me to move in with you?"

Stiles sighed, yes… yes he did but he knew he couldn't. He wanted Derek in the next room over if not in the bed right beside him. He wanted to be able to watch over him, to make sure he's okay; he isn't going to hurt himself again. He wanted to make sure he was safe every second of every day. But he couldn't.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea." He said never taking his eyes off the tiled floors. "I'd like you to move in with Isaac, and Laura to stay in our guest room. At least until the end of the year."

Derek frowned, "why can't I just live on my own?"

Stiles heart back flipped, "you can, if you really want to but after this I'm not sure you want to be alone. Isaac, he's a really nice guy. He's a guidance counselor at another school so if you need to talk to someone who isn't an idiot, he's there and he lives five minutes from my apartment."

"Why can't I just live with you?" Derek asked and Stiles frowned.

"It's just… that's just not a good idea right now." He said taking a breath. "But I'll give you a key; you can come over whenever alright?"

Derek nodded, "did you talk to Laura?"

"She's talking to Lydia right now; do you want me to send her in?"

"Yeah"

Stiles nodded turning to leave and grab Laura.

He watched through the glass as Laura reached out to hold her twin's hand, as he spoke and a look of terror graced her features. He watched until he figured the moment was too private, something between siblings he shouldn't have been watching to begin with.

"You're doing a good thing." Lydia said sitting down beside him.

Stiles nodded, "I'm going to get fired." He replied, "And I'm not even sure that I care to be honest."

Lydia laughed, "I'm sure you would get fired, if you didn't have a roommate who was a guidance counselor and under the recommendation you took in a student."

Stiles sighed, "That's not the part I'm worried about."

They stayed silent until Laura emerged minutes later, tears streaked down her beautiful face. "He wants to see you again." She said sitting down beside Lydia.

Stiles took a deep breath; he just wanted everything to be okay.

"Hey."

Derek stared at him, not speaking for a while and Stiles just stood there. Not wanting to disturb whatever was happening.

"I'm not ready to tell you what happened yet." Derek said after a while, "I told Laura, but me… I can't tell you yet."

Stiles nodded, "you don't have to."

They sat in silence for a while longer, Stiles migrating to the chair beside Derek's bed. Hand's hovering near the bed-rail, not daring to try to hold his hand again. He tried to convince himself that this was normal, that he would have done it for any of his students.

But the thing was he wouldn't. He would have rushed to their aid for sure, he would have probably have gone as far as to barge into their rooms and stick their fingers down their throats. Maybe even gone with them to the hospital. But sitting here for what was going on 17 hours with no sleep. Punching their guardian in the face, offering them a home, trying to hold their hand in reassurance.

Stiles would have never let him do those things. He wouldn't have let himself risk his career. But Derek was different. Stiles felt pathetic to say that it might be worth his career to help this kid. To keep him out of trouble, to keep him from whatever daemons were haunting him.

He knew this was stupid, he knew that falling for his student could only end in one of two ways, heartbreak or jail… and stiles, he as leaning towards both.