'Stiles! Stiles! Stiles, wake up! Someone quick call 911! Get uncle Peter!' Stiles heard someone shout. He slowly opened his eyes. There was a dark haired guy sitting beside him. 'De-De-Derek?' he whispered. 'Stiles! Oh my god! Are you okay?!' 'Yeah, yeah, I guess.' He tried to get up, but his head hurt too much. 'No, no, no, no, no, get back down you.' 'What happened?' 'We were returning to the hotel when you suddenly ran across the road and there was a car driving way to fast. You almost killed yourself, Stiles. If I hadn't been there to push you out of the way.' 'Oh, right.' 'Yeah.' Derek replied. 'Derek, are you crying?' 'No, of course not.' But he was. And how could he not, he almost lost Stiles. The one he loved most in the world. What if he hadn't pushed him out of the way. He never would've gotten the chance to kiss Stiles, hold Stiles, love Stiles…

It was that moment he knew he had to take chances.

When Derek looked back at Stiles he had already fallen asleep. Derek pulled him on his lap, to keep him safe, he didn't want him to hurt ever again.

'Derek! We're back! Is he okay?' 'He's fine Laura, or at least, I hope so. Where are Boyd and Erica?' 'Boyd went to get Scott and Erica is getting their parents. And Peter is on his way.'

'Thank you Laura.' They remained silent until Mr. Stilinski, Mrs. McCall, Scott, Peter, Boyd and Erica were there.

'Oh my god? Is he okay?' Scott asked. 'Yes, no, maybe. I don't really know.' 'Here, let me check. I'm a doctor.' Scott's mom said. 'Yes, of course.' Derek moved over. 'He seems fine, but he hit his head pretty hard. He'll probably wake up in a few hours and then I can really take a look at how bad it is.'

'Who did this to him?' Sheriff Stilinski asked with a pale white face.

'We don't know, it was someone in a red car.' Erica told him.

'We should bring him home, don't you think?' Peter said.

'Yes, but how. It's not like we can carry him up the hil all the way to the hotel.' Mrs. McCall said.

'I'll do it, I'll carry him back to my place. 'Derek offered.

'Are you sure, we could find someone to help.'

'Yes I'm sure. I can do it, I promise.'

'Alright then, but be careful with my son.'

'I will, you guys should get back. Peter, take them to our place, make up the bed and Mrs. McCall can get her stuff.'

'I don't think that's such a good idea. I want at least one other person with you.' Mr. Stilinski said.

'I'll stay.'

'Thank you. Laura was it, right?'

'Yes.'

'Alright. We'll see you guys there.'

And once again only the Hale children were left.

'Thanks Laura.'

'It wasn't a problem. Now, let's get him out of here.'

The trip was silent. Until they were almost at the top.

'I just hope he is okay. I don't know what I would do if something happens to him.'

'He'll be fine Derek.'

'But what if he won't?' he whispered to himself.

They arrived at their room. While walking through the hotel they had gotten several strange looks. There were even 2 people who immediately walked away from them. Dicks.

Laura opened the door.

'Where should I put him?'

'In your room, Derek.'

He carefully walked into the room, with Stiles still passed out in his arms.

'It seems like he has a small concussion, no serious brain damage .' Mrs. McCall said.

'But we can't move him yet. Not until he wakes up. Then we'll see if he feels okay enough to walk.'

'When do you think he'll wake up? I would like my son back in his own bed, if it's possible.'

'I don't know, it's very hard to say. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, we'll just have to see.'

'But how. I mean like, I pushed him away. The car didn't even touch him.' Derek asked.

'When you pushed him away he was probably in shock and when he hit his head to the rocks he stayed in that way. I'm not saying that what you did was a bad thing, because thank god, but if you hadn't done it Stiles would've probably been dead by now.'

Derek's eyes got wet again, but he didn't want anyone to see it, so he walked out of the room.

'Derek, wait!' Laura yelled at him, but he just kept on walking.

She went after him, until she was by his side.

Laura saw the tears streaming down his face, and any other time she would've laughed, but not now.

'Derek, you can't leave now. Why does it matter if they see you crying? Scott's got tears in his eyes to you know.'

'No Laura, I don't, I was too busy watching over my 'not yet boyfriend' to look at something else!'

He stomped his fist into the brick wall. But it didn't do any help. Derek couldn't feel anything but pain.

He crashed onto the hard stone floor, with tears still streaming down his face.

'Oh, Derek.'

Laura didn't know what to do anymore, so she just held him tight in her arms.

'It's going to be alright. Everything's going to be alright.' She whispered softly.

They just sat there. No one knew exactly for how long but it had to be at least 20 minutes.

'C'mon, let's go. Wipe your tears away.'

'Yeah, let's go.'

And so they left.

When Derek and Laura got home, everybody but Peter and Stiles, who was still asleep, had left.

'What the hell was that?! This friend of yours lays here passed out in your bed and you leave me here all alone with those people.'

'But Peter-'

'Same for you Laura.'

'No listen! Can I tell him Derek?'

'Yeah, sure. Do what you want, I'll go check on Stiles.'

Derek left the room and Laura doubted if she should tell her uncle. She decided not to do it and let Derek tell him himself.

'Hey baby brother.'

'So, how did he react?'

'I didn't tell him. I think you should tell him yourself.'

'Thanks. He looks kinda sweet when he's sleeping, don't you think?'

'Haha, I'm glad you still got some humor in you. And yes he kind of does. Let's go to bed Derek. You can sleep in my room if you want to.'

'No, I think I'll stay here with him.'

'Alright, well, goodnight then.'

'Goodnight Laura.'

Derek brushed his teeth and got ready for bed. He stepped into his bed and put his arm around Stiles' waist. He felt like he needed to keep him as close as possible.

'Goodnight Stiles.' He whispered.

Derek was just about to fall asleep when he heard it.

'Goodnight Derek.' It was Stiles' voice.