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It had been a month since Stiles'...attack. He'd done a lot of crying and gone through a lot of anger. He only spent one day angry at Derek though while most everyone else had gotten at least three days. Stiles hadn't gone back to school and Derek had quit the substitution position, opting to take care of Stiles instead. Stiles's face had healed from the beatings and his PT had begun but one of his hands was completely useless because every finger except his thumb had been broken from Sit stepping on it. Stiles's recovery involved a lot of crying and slamming doors. The day he spent mad at Derek included a lot of breaking up and getting back together. In total, that one day, they broke up 7 times. But they were past that now. "Push." Derek growled.
"I am pushing!" Stiles snapped back.
"Push harder. Faster." Derek urged.
"I'm trying!" Stiles moaned before he collapsed onto Derek's chest, breathing heavily.
"Do it again." Derek said calmly.
"I can't." Stiles mumbled in frustration. His ankle hurt and Derek as his Physical Therapy Instructor was brutal.
"Yes you can Stiles." Derek said. Stiles was leaning heavily on his good leg. "Keep going." He growled.
"No. I can't." Stiles was huffing red faced, trying to regain his breath. Stiles looked at Derek's cold eyes pleadingly. Derek softened under Stiles' gaze. It was Christmas Eve after all. Derek nodded and Stiles smiled weakly.
"Let's go home." Derek murmured. Stiles threw his arms around Derek's neck.
"Carry me?" He asked with his best big puppy dog eyes. Derek rolled his eyes but scooped his injured boyfriend up and carried him to the car. By the time he got to the car Stiles was sound asleep, hand fisted around a ball of Derek's shirt while the other was slung around Derek's neck. Stiles's face was pressed against his broad chest. Derek put the sleeping boy down in the seat, disentangling himself from him before hopping in the driver's seat. He drove over to the Stilinski residence and carried Stiles up to his bed. He went down to the kitchen to find the sheriff, in his uniform sipping a coffee.
"I noticed you didn't get Stiles a present." Mr. Stilinski said nodding to the tree that was trimmed with brightly wrapped presents.
"I didn't know what to get him." Derek shrugged.
"He's expecting a gift." Mr. Stilinski said in his warning voice. "I know what he got you. He talked to me about it." The sheriff said grimacing at the memory. Derek wondered what it could be, a kiss? Surly not. Stiles hadn't wanted to be touched like that after the...incident. Something that would make the sheriff make that face...
"Well what do you think I should get him?" Derek asked.
"Something romantic. He's a big geek and loves old movies. Work with it." Mr. Stilinski said shrugging as he returned to his car. Derek went up to check on Stiles to find that he was still sleeping but not soundly. He was mumbling fitfully, tossing and turning. Derek felt his heart shatter like it did every time he saw Stiles trying to sleep. Stiles, the sweet, innocent, kid, punished for being in a relationship with a werewolf. Derek slipped over to Stiles and gently shook him awake without much trouble. Stiles jolted up in bed, huffing miserably.
"I'm going out. Your dad left." Derek said hating himself for leaving Stiles home alone.
"Okay. Have fun." Stiles said forcing a smile as he flopped back against the pillows.
"Stiles..." Derek stopped himself. He was not having an emotional moment. He, the emotionally damaged werewolf substitute teacher drug dealer and his abused junkie student boyfriend were not going to have a moment. "I don't know what I would ever do without you." Derek mumbled as he hurried to his car.