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Pairing: Derek/Stiles.

About: Stiles gets ill, so very ill.

10. STILES GETS ILL!

Yes, Stiles was probably the only human on the face of the earth to get the fricking flu during summer break. It was summer break. And where was he? Oh yeah, ignoring what his dad told him and going out to the Hale house even though he felt like complete and utter shit.

Scott had told him to not come tomorrow, to get some rest and recover. And he told Stiles he knew symptoms, because his mother was a nurse and then he told Stiles suck his dick. Most awkward conversation Stiles and Scott had ever.

So, yeah, he was making his way towards the Hale house, feeling the serve ache in his bones, and the nausea rise in his stomach and his head was pounding like someone had trod on it repeatedly. But so what!? Derek didn't know he was ill. Scott was too wrapped up in 'Allison, I love you so much and I will always love you' world. But when he looked in the rear view mirror, he groaned. His nose was all red and puffy from blowing it, his eyes were bloodshot and he was really pale, paler then usual. He felt as shit as he looked.

He staggered out of his Jeep, and up the steps to the Hale house because screw it, if he wanted to see his pack and his alpha/mate/something close to a boyfriend when he was ill, then so be it. Who gived a crap if Stiles looked like complete and utter piss? Nope, he didn't!

It was his favorite wolf who saw him first. And yes, before you ask, yes, it's Derek Fricking Hale because he loves Stiles the most with his mate bond going on. Let's hope it gets Stiles some chicken soup and some cuddling because Stiles was so ill.

Stiles flopped unmanly down on the couch and groaned out when it made his stomach flip. His bones had already started aching, the pounding in his head coming back and someone kept making that stupid clicking sound. Why did Jackson have to be so self centered and type while Stiles had a headache? Gosh, he really was a jackass most of the time.

Derek came and sat next to him, leaning close and sniffing hum, closing his eyes. Stiles would totally be turned on by this, but how could his Stiles Jr be happy and poking out when he had the flu and wanted to puke up his guts up? It didn't make any sense to him.

So, Stiles did a very Stiles thing. He grabbed the red fluffy pillow - thank god to Lydia for begging Derek to renovate the place - and threw it over his face in an attempt to get Derek's gorgeously handsome face out of his eyesight.

"Stiles?" Oh, wow, and the alpha sounded great and sexy and gorgeous? How unfair was that!?

"Go away, I don't want to see you," Stiles croaked back and then slammed his mouth shut because it god damn hurt! But he felt like he had to explain to his confused sort of boyfriend because it sounds a bit dumb to come to said person's house and then not want them to see you ill.

"Well, Derek, I don't want you seeing me ill because I look really ugly and I'll scare you off," He added.

There was a chuckle, and then his temporary mask was gone from his face. There was Derek Hale's ridiculously cute face smiling down at him.

"You look adorable," Derek said and smiled. "Now, let's get you upstairs."

"I don't wanna move!" Stiles complained and then thought against because he was coughing loads. Then it hit him. "Ugh. Bathroom. Now."

And he threw up his entire breakfast, the bread, the eggs, even the pancakes. Oh, hell, why the pancakes!? And Derek was there next to him, rubbing his back and his head soothingly, and only hugging the shaking human to his chest when said human had finished throwing up.

"It's okay, Stiles, it's okay," Derek muttered, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of Stiles' head before carrying up to their room so he could lie down and sleep.

"I still look ugly," Stiles croaked.

"Stop talking!" Derek said. "I swear, you're the only sick person who actually wants to go out and socialize. I'll make you some soup. Just rest for now. You've got the flu."

Stiles was tutting and shaking his head, muttering, "Who in the world gets the flu on summer break? Oh, right, that's me!"

Derek chuckled - too himself, obviously, he was a sourwolf - and made him some chicken soup. Stiles was asleep when he came back. He looked so cute...why was Derek thinking these thoughts?

"Careful, Isaac, he's hurting a little!" Stiles heard Derek's growly voice obviously snap at Isaac.

Then he felt the brush of curls against his bare chest. He opened his eyes and looked down. Isaac looked up at him from where he was snuggled against his chest.

"STILES!"

The whole pack were there.

He should totally get ill more often.

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