Chapter 4: Passenger Side

Derek sat on the floor reading a book as Stiles leaned across Derek's lap and played video games. It was a very comfortable position for the both of them. They were able to relax and bond with each other even though they were doing two different things. After reading a few chapters from his book, Derek would always kiss Stiles on the head or rub his fingers through his hair just to let Stiles know that he was still thinking about him. Stiles paused his video game and tossed the remote onto a pile of clothes.

"This game is so boring..."

Derek set down his book and laid flat on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "Why do you keep playing them if they're so boring." Stiles laid down right beside Derek and began staring at the ceiling too.

"I don't know. It's nice get lost in stuff you find interesting."

"It's not healthy to get lost in things like that." Stiles turned and kissed Derek. "I get lost in you all the time. And by the way, you're lips are extra soft today."

Derek smiled. "Well, it's not that bad to get lost in things I guess." He kissed Stiles and the two began going back and forth with short kisses until their lips were locked into a full make out session. As Derek laid on the ground, Stiles got on top of him and continued to kiss him. With Derek's body giving off so much heat, Stiles took off his shirt. This of course led to Derek taking his off as well. Derek picked Stiles and laid him down onto the bed before he took off Stiles' shoes and continued to kiss. Stiles stopped kissing Derek for a second.

"Wait. Are we doing this? Is this what you want?"

Derek ran his hand down the side of Stiles face softly. "I don't wanna do anything you don't wanna do. Whatever you're comfortable with." Stiles smiled. "Then I guess we are doing this." As the two kept their lips connected, Stiles unbuckled Derek's belt, took it off and threw it to the floor. And since Stiles never wore a belt, it made it a lot easier for Derek as he slid Stiles' pants right off. Derek paused.

"Wait. I have protection. Let me go them out of my car."

"Protection for what? You can heal remember. You can't have anything bad right?"

"Oh yeah." Derek smirked. "Lucky you."

Derek had his fingers on the band of Stiles' boxers when he heard the distant howls of his pack in trouble. He froze in place as he tried to listen more carefully. By the sounds he determined the Argents had found his base.

Stiles sat up from his laid back position. "What's wrong? Did you hear something?" Derek began getting re-dressed. "The Argents found my base. Hurry! We gotta go!" They both slipped on their clothes and got into Derek's car. He sped off down the dark street until they reached Derek's base.

Derek parked.

"Stay here! Ok. I don't want you hurt. So please just stay here!" Derek kissed Stiles before he went to open his car door. As Derek pulled the handle of his car door, gun fire rained on the car.

...

Derek woke up to Erica shaking him. He was in pain and felt weak due to the fact that the bullets he was hit with were laced with wolfs bane. Completely out of it, he pushed Erica out of the way and stumbled out of his car. He attempted to walk towards the entrance of his base when he realized Stiles was in the car with him. He limped over to the passenger side of his car while mumbling "Stiles..." repeatedly. Once he got to the car he ripped the door off and pulled the unconscious Stiles out.

Stiles was bleeding a lot, and in Derek's confused state he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. "Stiles!" Derek picked up Stiles and started walking to the main road when Erica interrupted.

"What the hell are you doing? You're going to let the Argents get away? They shot Boyd and you're going to chose someone that isn't even one of us over one of your own?"

"Don't question my decisions. Pick up your fucking stuff and follow me to the hospital."

Erica just stood there.

"I don't question your decisions. But I sure as hell question your sexuality even more now. Did you think we weren't going to put 2 and 2 together? You're gone every night and you come back smelling like him."

Derek turned around to face Erica from a distance with his eyes now glaring red and his claws out. He began walking towards Erica when Stiles spoke quietly.

"Derek...Please...don't." Stiles eyes were filled with tears due to the fact he was unbelievable pain. Stiles coughed up blood onto Derek's jacket before Derek turned around and did his best at running towards the hospital.

"Oh my GOD! I'm dying Derek! I'm dying!" Stiles was in shock.

"You're fine Stiles. You're just a little cut up. I'll fix it."

Derek walked ran into the hospital with Stiles in his arms yelling for help. Scott's mom ran over.

"Oh my God. Stiles! What happened?"

Derek realized he couldn't exactly explain the truth. "He was walking down the street when people shot at him."

"He was taking a walk at eleven at night?"

Derek tried not to lose his temper. "Does it really matter? Just help him damn it!"

They took Stiles into immediate surgery.

...

Derek sat in the hallway of the operating room for 2 hours before the doctor came out to deliver the news. As soon as Derek saw the doctor he stood up.

"Well? He's fine right?"

"He took some pretty seriously shots to the chest. We managed to stabilize him, but he's in really bad shape. He'll probably wake up in a few hours. Be patient and try not to stress him out."

Tears shot to Derek's eyes and he tried to hold them back. "Can I talk to him?"

"A bullet grazed his throat, so he'll have a harder time talking. You can see him when he gets to his room."

Derek walked slowly into Stiles' room and sat in the chair next to him as he waited for him to wake up.

...

Three hours passed. By then both Stiles father and Scott were there. When Stiles finally woke up, he talked with his father and Scott then asked for a moment alone with Derek.

Derek's were so full of sadness, but he tried not to let tears run down his face. He put his hand on Stiles face. "I'm so glad you're ok."

"Well I don't know if I'm ok. I mean bullets to the chest isn't exactly ok." Stiles quietly responded with a smile. "I'm just glad I didn't lose you. This is all my fault. If I didn t take you with me you'd be sleeping in your bed."

"Yeah well if I didn't meet you, I wouldn't be here. But then I wouldn't have one of the best people in my life."

Derek smiled. "When you get out of here I'm done with the hiding. I don't care what people think. I want to be able to call you my boyfriend in public."

Stiles held Derek's hand as he joked around. "Get shot, get a boyfriend. That's fine by me. But I think we both know that me getting shot didn't make you want to be my boyfriend. It was definitely the Batman boxers."

"Yep. You caught me." Derek laughed. "Maybe I should get a pair."

Stiles shook his head. "Hell no! That would just be one extra thing I'd have to take off before I take you...Not a good idea."

Derek smiled and kissed Stiles on the forehead. "Fine. Commando it is. Now..." Stiles interrupted. "I know! I know! Shut up and go to sleep." Derek sat back in the chair and laughed.

"Psychic showoff."