Author's Notes: I wanted to get some things out before the new season starts, so these are just some unrelated, stand alone drabbles I've accumulated. Some humor, some angst, lots of hurt/comfort. Most will contain Pack-ness, Sterek, Pre-Sterek, and Bromance of Scott and Stiles.

Warning for this part: none

Summary: The symptoms weren't all the nogitsune's doing.

03 (Follow)

Derek finds him relatively easily. The faraway look in his eyes strikes at Derek's heart, solidifies his fear, but he's not surprised. Shattered, but not surprised. He knew it hadn't gone away, hadn't all been an illusion like they'd hoped.

Waking him never goes well so Derek follows, pulling away branches that would scrape and kicking aside debris that would make him stumble. Eventually, Stiles stops. He blinks slow, eyes drifting over scenery slowly. Derek stands in front of him. Waits.

"You remember how you got here?"

Slow, confused shaking of his head. He's gradually more aware and raises a hand to his aching head, brow furrowing in pain and frustration.

"Wha-...where-"

"A couple miles from the north field."

Stiles nods. Takes a moment and sighs. He looks up at Derek.

"Ready?"

Stiles nods again and Derek circles around him, Stiles following now. Derek shrugs off his jacket and hands it to the pajama clad human who pulls it on with a soft, 'thanks'.

"Your place."

Derek nods and they keep walking. Derek keeps him from falling twice.

When they're back to the loft, when he's curled tight into the blankets because he can't get warm and Derek's on the floor, leaning against the bed, he asks.

"You can tell, can't you?" It's not really a question and Stiles doesn't have to turn around to know Derek nods. "...Does Scott know?"

"No. He's a bitten wolf. Even as an alpha...it's not obvious."

"So Peter would know?"

"Only if he knew what he was looking for."

Stiles nods and they go quiet awhile.

"...I wish my dad didn't know." He mumbles quietly. Louder, "I don't want Scott to know yet."

"I won't say anything. But I think you should tell him."

"I won't be...bad, really, for awhile. I don't want it on him sooner than it has to be."

"So what, wait until he finds you wandering the woods?" There 's a bitter edge to Derek's tone. "Until he has to worry about you forgetting him every time he leaves?"

Stiles does turn over then, but Derek won't look at him.

"...I won't-" he doesn't want to lie. "I don't want to forget you."

He doesn't say anymore. He can't without breaking and he doesn't want to cry yet. Derek reaches up, fingers brushing Stiles' wrist. Slow and deliberate, Stiles twines his fingers with Derek's.

The wolf grips back tighter.