Derek was beyond pissed. He was furious. It was a pack meeting, and Stiles was pack. There could not be a pack meeting unless all the pack was there. Derek growled and whirled around to face the pack. Well, most of the pack. They all shrunk back, fighting the instincts to just flee.

"What did he say again?"

Scott frowned before speaking.

"He said his father wanted to spend the day with him for father/son bonding."

Derek slammed his clawed fist into the metal side of the old subway car. A large dent was left in his wake.

"Father/son BONDING?"

The pack scooted back, trying to get as far away from the angry alpha. Derek say this and took a deep, calming breath. His stoic mask quickly slid on.

"Alright, I'm going to kill him. Then I will bring his bleeding body back here. 20 laps around the block, full sprint, until I get back. Allison and Danny, target practice."

The werewolves and two humans all gave a sigh of relief. Derek simple stomped up the stairs.

10 minuets of running, and Derek stood outside the Stillinski home. Stiles' jeep was still parked in the car, but his dad's car was not. Derek listened and found no heartbeats in the house. They had already left. The alpha wolf growled under his breath and turned away, but froze. That smell. The smell of blood was leaking from the house.

Derek's heart skipped in worry (not fear, because Derek was not afraid for Stiles). He jumped up to Stiles' window and opened it and rolled in. Derek landed quietly. He knew no one else was in the house, but it never hurt to be careful. He followed the pungent smell to the hall bathroom. Opening the door quietly, he flipped on the lights.

The strong smell of blood, Stiles' blood, made his wolf growl. Looking in the sink, he didn't see any blood, but he could smell it. It had been washed out of the bowl, but the scent still lingered Derek opened his mouth to taste the air. The stale scent of Stiles filtered around. He could smell the blood and salty tears, along with fear.

What the hell was going on?

Stiles glared at the IV bag, trying to set it on fire with his mind.

"Stiles, stop trying to use The Force on the IV bag"

Stiles looked over at his father.

"Really, Dad? A Star Wars joke?"

John just shrugged.

Stiles started to turn, but a dull ache in his back and hip stopped him. He groaned and stilled his movement. He hated having to sit still. He glared up at the IV bag again, and followed the tube until it disappeared into his wrist.

"Why do I have to have this in again?"

"Stiles, you were dehydrated and you haven't eaten today. Now if you think you can handle some food, then you can have the IV removed."

The thought of food had Stiles' stomach rolling. He grimaced and turned away. Closing his eyes, he continued to talk to his dad.

"When do I get to go home?"

"Later this evening, probably around 6 or 7. They need to check your hip and back and then you need to take an antibiotic."

Stiles slung an arm over his closed eyes and licked his bottom lip in anxiety.

"When-when will we know?"

Stiles felt his dad place a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"The lab results will be in, in about 2 days."

"Two days. A lot can happen in two days"

Stiles didn't get to go home that night. He was too sore to walk without help, so his doctor decided to keep him over night to sleep it off. By the next morning, he was feeling a little better. He could walk with no limp and the dull ache had faded to almost nothing.

They were pulling up to the house around 9 in the morning. Stiles got out of the car and stretched, stifling a yawn.

"Hey, Dad, I'm gonna go take a nap in my room. 'Kay?"

John nodded as he unlocked the front door.

"Alright. I'll bring you up some soup later."

"No thanks, I'm not all that hungry"

"It wasn't an offer, Stiles. I'm going to bring you soup, and you are going to eat it."

Stiles rolled his eyes and entered the house and headed up to his room. He opened the door and closed it behind him. Only to be slammed up against his door frame. His back hit hard, the area of the LP screamed to life. The pain in his hip, however, was worse. Stiles whimpered in pain before looking up into the face of Derek.

Derek's anger slipped from his face and his grip on Stiles' shirt loosened. The werewolf looked at the human before leaning in real close. Stiles pulled back his head in worry. Was his throat bout to be ripped out? Derek took a couple of deep sniffs before snorting.

It sounded almost like a sneeze a dog would make when he smelled something he didn't like. Derek pulled back and let Stiles go. He headed towards the window and threw it open.

"You smell like disinfectant."

Huh?

"Err. . . sorry?"

"You better be. Don't miss another pack meeting again."

Then the alpha wolf was gone, already to the sidewalk.

"What. . . what the hell just happened?"

"What. . . what the hell just happened?"

Derek could hear Stiles, even though he was already a block away. When he first jumped into Stiles' room just as Stiles entered, he had planned to just shove him a little and pull the 'I'm the alpha, do as I say' thing.

But then when he did shove him into him into the door frame, the smell of pain came at Derek in waves. He could hear Stiles whimper and suck in a breath.

The hell.

Derek was sure he hadn't pushed him that hard. He had loosened his grip and sniffed the human tastily. He smelled strongly of disinfectant. He told him so, along with 'Don't miss another pack meeting' and left. Derek knew that smell. Had it engraved in his brain from all the times he had visited his uncle before he knew he was crazy.

Stiles had been at the hospital.