"STILES!" Roared Derek before he was even out of his Jeep. Lucky the Hale house was in the middle of the Beacon Hill's preserve otherwise the neighbours would not be happy. Derek wearing his famous 'I am going to rip your throat out, with my teeth' look. Not to mention the t-shirt that was non existent! Shirtless Derek either meant Derek wanted to show of his chiseled body to Stiles or he had been running. So I wonder why he had been running. Oh no… He was looking for Stiles. Oh my God! Stiles forgot about the pack meeting two hours ago. His phone was at home, the rest of the pack is probably still out looking for him. They probably thought he was kidnapped! Wait. He was kidnapped. Thank the lord he has an excuse other than 'I fell asleep', 'I got lost' or Stiles' favourite 'I thought it was cancelled this week?' None of which ever make it past a bunch of werewolves who can hear it when someone lies. He then realised Derek wasn't there anymore, he was at Stiles' feet sniffing his ankles and taking the horizontal scratch marks. Whoops. "I can explain…" Derek slowly stood back up his eyebrows knitting together and his growling making Stiles' hold his breath. "I-I fell?" He stuttered. Why did he even try. Before he knew it he was thrown over the alpha's shoulder and being carried into the house. Derek stopped in the living room and Stiles turned his head to come face to face with his best friend. "Hey there Scott. Please ask big, bad alpha to sit me down. Also please explain carrying people over your shoulder is not how you treat pack." Scott just glared. Scott never gets mad at Stiles, well actually he always does but it's more of a 'you're an idiot' kinda mad not a 'I might just let Derek Hale kill you' kind. He then noticed the rest of the pact in the room. Boyd in one armchair with Erica sitting on his lap looking perfectly evil, while Jackson was standing leaning up against the wall also with a 'I might just let Derek Hale kill you' kinda look on his face. Bless Isaac the little angle looking concerned on the couch the only one not thirsty for blood right now. Then Scott decided to also sniff Stiles' still stinging ankles before shooting a look at Derek with his eyes glowing. "I told you it was them." Gloated Jackson. Stiles' vision going blurry as the blood rushed to his head.
"Okay how about you put me down and I shall tell you all the lovely story." Derek just walked to the couch paused a few seconds then carefully laid Stiles down. Stiles didn't miss the hurt expression on Derek's face. Definitely something for his to overthink later.
About twenty minutes and a few awkward glances later Stiles realised they were waiting for him to explain. Stiles shifting around on the couch where he was now sitting looked at Derek who now raised a eyebrow. "I might just grab some water and a snack, I'm feeling a bit tired," Derek just growled "Okay so maybe I will just stay tired." Jackson rolled his eyes for the third time in ten minutes. "Hmm where should I start… Okay so I was going for a run in the woods. Erica before you say it yes I do exercise on occasion. When I got lost, A good reason to never try exercise again. Hmm anyway, so then I was being chased and I was going pretty fast for, well, me. Then I ran into Jackson who I thought was joking and chasing me, turns out it was the alpha twins anyway so I talked to them for a bit, yeah. I came here after." Derek eyed him suspiciously. Even thought he wasn't disclosing a lot of the story he technically wasn't lying, a good trick Stiles developed from being friends with werewolves. He would tell Derek about the twins request but not till later when everyone else wasn't there. He did need to think about it a bit more but so far he couldn't come up with any bad reasons the twins would want to join the pack and they seemed pretty truthful earlier. "So are you going to tell us why there are claw marks all over your ankles!" Fumed Derek. "I told you I was running fast and I didn't know who was following me. Calm down. It wasn't my fault!" Snapped Stiles.
"I can't believe you would go running in the woods of all places!" Growls Derek loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well I thought being less than 1km from your house I would be safe!" Stiles didn't realise he was screaming until he saw Isaac flinch. Wow he was a asshole sometimes. It did not help to see the pained look on Derek's face. Stiles just stormed upstairs. He didn't realise till he got to the top of the stairs that he didn't live here. It was Derek's house, he just walked into the first room he saw and slammed the door. Real mature Stiles. He began to look a round the bedroom. It must've been a guest room. A huge guest room! With a walk in robe, and an ensued the size of Stiles' room. Maybe Stiles should've into this house jeez. The room was a light grey and there was a four-poster bed in the centre made out of mahogany, matching to the rest of the furniture. King bed, desk, chest of drawers and bedside tables all mahogany. The bedcover was navy blue with white grey and blue cushions. Stiles just jumped back onto the bed, yep definitely fit for a king. Or Stiles. Stiles could see himself living in this room. The bed was so comfy Stiles kicked off his shoes and slid under the covers.
He woke up and it was dark. Oh no he thought, the twins got me again. It took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to the small amount of light peeking through the curtains. He was still in that guest room, in a previously pristine bed, in Derek Hale's house. He was dead meat. He quickly pulled his shoes on, wincing at the pain on his ankles regretting the shoes. He creeped down the stairs only to come face to face with Derek in the kitchen. Definitely dead. "Hey Derek…" Well that sounded stupid. The bemused look on Derek's face said it all. "Did you sleep well?" It was weird Derek sounded totally sincere. Leaving Stiles lost for words. For the first time in his whole life. "…Look and I'm sorry about before. You were right you should have been safe here." Now Stiles was definitely confused and once again lost for words. "Earlier…" Derek suggested, trying to jog Stiles' memory. "When you were running… In the woods. Look, you were right, I should have been here. I should have been protecting you." With Derek making more sense Stiles finally joining in the conversation. "Oh, right… Jogging. Wait, been here? What you don't think I can protect myself?" Stiles obviously hurt by the alphas accusations glared at said alpha before he realised he had no way of protecting himself hence why he now had bruised and shredded ankles. "No no I didn't mean that! I just… I-I should've been there, I should've, I should've been able to, do something." Stiles was once again confused by Derek, why did he care so much? Then he remembered Stiles was pack. Derek had to protect his pack, it wasn't because he felt like he needed to, he had to it was his wolf. That's when Stiles registered it, "Are you, are you making pasta?" Derek automatically turned back to the pot on the stove. "Well I thought you might want some food, you had a big day. Then you can tell me what those… Twins did to you, I want to know what they said to you. I want to know everything." Derek said as calm as ever. I sat up at the breakfast bench. Derek put down a bowl of the pasta and a fork, looking at me with anticipation. God, the tastiest thing I have ever had. Then he opened the oven and I could smell the garlic bread. "Mmmmm yes!" He froze and within a minute went back to what he was doing.
The food was amazing so for about ten minutes I just sat there patting my tummy, which was very happy. Derek couldn't keep the chuckles in, it was weird to see him laugh but something I could definitely get used to. "You should crash here tonight," I just looked at him. "Stiles, that wasn't a question. You are way too tired to drive all the way home." But the thing was I wasn't even that tired and it wasn't a far drive but then I remembered how comfortable my nap was in the guest bed and I was all ready nodding along sleepily.