When Stiles woke up he was met with a pounding headache and a chill that moved through his body. Pulling the blanket more snug around him he looked around and saw that Derek was sitting at his desk looking at him with a worried look.

"Uhh…good morning?" He said confusingly.

"It's nine o'clock." Derek said moving towards the bed.

He immediately put his hand on Stiles forehead and frowned, withdrawing his hand Derek went to the bathroom and started to rummage through the drawers. The young mage wanted to see what was going on but he felt too tired to move his body, so he just sat silently waiting for the wolf to walk back in. Derek came back with a thermometer in his hand.

"Open." Stiles opened his mouth and felt the instrument get put under his tongue. He closed his mouth and waited for it to beep, looking at Derek he noticed that the wolf was staring at his mouth and that made a blush quickly appear on his face. When it finally beeped, it was removed from his mouth.

"Just as I thought, you are freezing." Derek said.

"What do you mean?" he was confused obviously.

"I mean that your body should be going through hypothermia, surprisingly your body isn't showing any of the symptoms. Maybe your magic is slowly healing your body."

Stiles nodded and wrapped more of the blanket around himself. Derek noticed this and immediately moved next to the cold boy, getting under the blanket with him and sharing his body heat.

Derek's wolf whined to see their mate in such a condition as this, hurting himself with these random visions and he could smell it on Stiles. He smelt death, but he hadn't smelt like that since the nogitsune. Looking down at the boy he could tell that his body was slowly heating up again.

"What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The vision Stiles, what was that?"

"I've been having trouble lately, with my magic that is. Ever since I came back to Beacon I had another strange vision in the forest when I ran from everyone."

"You ran into the forest?"

"It was the only thing I could think of to get away from everyone. I didn't want to see any of them. They abandon me after what happened to you, my own best friend who I considered a brother kicked me out of the pack. My family left me." He sniffled.

"I wish I was there when that happened after you left nothing was the same, the pack had basically fallen apart with you gone. We were really unorganized and had no idea what we were doing, even when Danny came it still wasn't the same."

Stiles smirked a little at that, hearing that the pack was a mess without him made him happy, but it quickly turned into a frown when he thought about how much harm could've affected his friends. "No one was close to dying, were they?"

Derek shook his head lightly and smiled softly. "Nobody died or was ever seriously hurt we somehow managed, but now that you're back maybe you can rejoin the pack." Stiles shook his head at that. As much as he would love to rejoin the pack he just couldn't.

They sat in silence, it started to rain and Stiles focused on that instead of the man sitting in front of him. He wanted to be with Derek so badly, but first he needed to figure out what was wrong with him and why he was getting these random visions. As the rain tapped on his window he remembered a trick that his uncle taught him, where he could bend nature to at his will. Whispering the spell under his breath he let the water come through his window and he formed it into the shape of a wolf and let it run around his room. It howled at the moon and he saw Derek's eyes turn red.

Derek looked at Stiles with his glowing eyes and he could smell the arousal coming off the boy in waves. He started to move closer to the boy, feeling his claws extend and he gripped Stiles naked thigh. They started to lean forward to each other, their lips only inches apart. Derek closed the gap between them and Stiles melted into it, a splash on the floor didn't distract them.

The kiss felt like fireworks, it was like all their emotions were being out in the open. It quickly picked up when Derek laid the young boy down on his bed and ran his clawed hand up his thigh feeling the soft skin. As Stiles wrapped his arms around his neck, Derek started to see flashes.

Stiles' past started to play like a movie in Derek's mind. He saw Stiles first day at school, when he met Scott, visiting his mom in the hospital, his mom dying, the sheriff drinking and crying himself to sleep, Stiles picking up glass and cutting himself, when they went into the woods to find the dead body, when they first met, and when Stiles was crying over him after the attack. He was overcome with emotion that he couldn't help but cry.

Stiles pulled away to see that tears were coming from Derek. He wiped them away, "hey it's okay sourwolf I'm not going to hurt you." Derek let out a little chuckle and looked at the boy underneath him. The doe brown eyes, the messy hair, the cute little nose, and his very pink lips that were wet from the kiss. He was everything that the wolf wanted and more.

"I know you're not going to hurt me, but that's not what I was crying about." Stiles looked confused, he just pulled Derek into a hug and let the werewolf cry into his shoulder as he ran his fingers through his hair. "You've been through so much pain and somehow you can keep smiling."

"I smile because I know that I still have people who care about me." He kissed Derek's forehead and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Derek inhaled and smelt the underlying tones of sadness and death radiating off the boy. "Stiles is something wrong?"

He was silent and Derek lifted his head to see what was wrong, Stiles was staring off into the distance. Stiles rabid heartbeat started to slow down and his breathing slowed. A puff of smoke was heard behind him, when Derek turned standing there was the oni.

His eyes flashed red and he let out a growl, the oni stayed unmoved simply just watching as if waiting for an order. Derek crouched over Stiles on the bed protecting him from what was about to happen, Derek's wolfed howled for him to protect his mate. He moved off the bed and stood in front of one of them. Waving his hand, the oni did nothing except stand there looking lost.

Looking back at Stiles, the boy had sat up now and was just looking blankly into nothing. It was quiet until a scream had pierced through the air.

-TBC-