Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

A/N: I'm changing the name of this story to Tin Man because I find it more fitting so be aware. Also there might be a few more chapters then I was originally planing on.

Stiles was covered in blood, and Derek wondered when the last time being covered in blood or seeing someone else covered in blood had bothered him. Stiles had given the kanima a choice, it hadn't picked the smart choice as evidence by Stiles wearing it. Stiles didn't appear to be bothered by blood either, not that surprised Derek at all. After Mr. Stilinski had died due to the supernatural Stiles had quickly turned cold. They hardly spoke even though they lived together and had for the past several years, finding that Stiles needed to research full time and that if Derek spent too much thinking about the supernatural he went crazy. Their arrangement worked out well for the both of them. Well except that it was lonely, yeah he lived with Stiles but Stiles wasn't really the kid he used to be. all the light had faded away and just left this dark, jaded, scared man in front of him.

"We should go get the witches now." Stiles said. Sometimes Derek had to be the voice of reason, another reason why they worked so well together. although it used to be the opposite in the beginning, before Stiles had changed. Stiles body was trembled as it came down from the adrenaline rush, if he wasn't there he was sure that Stiles would go right for the witches and die trying.

"Sleep first." Derek said, Stiles eyes moved to him but he didn't argue. Derek almost wished he would, because then it would mean that Stiles actually felt something and sometimes he wondered if Stiles really did feel anymore. He just nodded and started to make his way toward the car, Derek following him lamenting the loss of the excitable boy he used to be. He pushed it the back of his mind though, Stiles hadn't been that way for a long time and Derek wishing for it wouldn't' make it be.

They made their way to his car, which was no longer a Camaro he had sold that years ago for more bullets and ammo. Instead they had a cheap, old, Toyota which was just as well since he didn't mind getting blood in the interior of this car nearly as much as he would have minded getting it in the interior of his Camaro. Stiles slid into the passenger's seat because Derek always drove when the both of them were in car since he paid for everything, Stiles never complained though, it was rare for him to even show signs of annoyance, unless it came to something supernatural.

Derek's eyes darted to Stiles when they came for a stop at the next intersection but Stiles met his gaze, Derek found himself the first one to look away. Derek found Stiles was starting to tremble more and he looked exhausted, he was definitely crashing from the Adrenaline. He was relieved when he pulled into their parking spot in the parking lot of their crappy shared apartment. Derek sighed as he realized the only way he was going to be able to get Stiles to go into the apartment was to have Stiles lean against him. He had wondered sometimes about asking Stiles if he wanted him to turn him, but then again Stiles used mountain ash to trap those he went after, which he wouldn't be able to do if he was no longer human. Helping Stiles up the stairs wouldn't be such a big deal if Stiles wasn't covered in blood and helping him would get blood on his clothes, he actually liked the shirt he was wearing. Yet another shirt he liked down the drain because Stiles couldn't kill something without getting drenched in blood. However he did it anyways, he wrapped Stiles's arm around him and helped him walk up the many stairs to their apartment, which was on the four floor. The elevator was broken and had been since they had moved in, so he doubted that it was ever going to get to fixed.

By the time Derek opened their apartment door Stiles was barely standing up straight, in fact he tried to sit down on their couch but Derek kept him upright.

"The last couch you sat on like this we had to get rid of, so no sitting down until you shower and change your clothes." he said sternly. Stiles looked at him tiredly and little petulantly and Derek could see a silver of the person that Stiles used to be. Derek stood his ground not wanting to have to buy and somehow move another couch into their apartment, which had a strange design. Stiles nodded and headed off his room, but Derek followed him.

"Don't lay down there either or I swear I won't buy you new bedding, if you do you'll have to sleep in blood that isn't yours every single night!" he yelled he heard a barely audible muttered.

"I already do." but he heard sounds that indicating that he was getting undressed. Derek stepped away from the door and turned around. Stiles tended to like coming out naked, he had done it at first to make him blush, since it had been one of the few things that made him feel embarrassed, now he just did because he didn't care anymore. He heard Stiles's door open and then a few moments later the door to the bathroom close.

Derek sighed, there was nothing he could do about Stiles and the more he thought about the more depressed he got, so he figured he could take his mind off of Stiles for a bit. The amount that Derek worked barely kept them at this dump, so they didn't exactly have extra money for cable. All they had was basic network channels which Derek flipped through before settling on a show. He heard the bathroom door open again and then Stiles's door open and close.

From how tired Stiles had looked before he hadn't expected him to come out again, but his door opened. Derek was surprised so he looked at Stiles, wondering if he maybe was more injured that maybe he had appeared, a quick glance at Stiles revealed no new cuts. Derek looked back to the TV and frowned, there was something different about Stiles he just didn't know what it was. Derek looked back at him closer and then after a moment he realized what it was that was different. Stiles bandage was off his forehead, leaving a bright pink scar spanning the length of his forehead. It shouldn't bother him so much, it was just a scar. After all Stiles had a million of them and his new one was nothing special, even it was quite large. He couldn't figure out why the scar was so important-until like lightning it hit him, he had seen that scar before, and the important part was where he had seen it.

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