A/N: This is Part 2 of this fic. Sorry it took so ridiculously long. Yes, this time I'm sorry. Several essays a week and chapters upon chapter of reading assignments have prevented me from getting much done. Also I have to take sleeping pills so I can actually get some sleep so now writing at night is no longer an option. (fighting those damn pills are Hard!)

WARNING: Triggering description of depression and self-harm…blah blah blah, you know the drill.

DISCLAIMER: thingy meant to say I don't own characters or teen wolf…blah blah blah.

ENJOY!

Chapter 13

When Stiles came to he was wrapped in warmth and more comfortable than he could ever remember being. Except for that time when he was 8 when he'd been snuggled between his mom and dad after a nightmare. Nothing could quite beat that. There were sounds of light breaths around him and whatever he was pressed against had a loud heartbeat. Slowly he lifted his head and was slightly horrified that his cheek came away wet. Quickly he wiped his face free of his slobber but sadly he couldn't do much about the cooling wet patch left on the shirt of the unlucky person beneath him. Even though his eyes were open it was pitch black, making his heart beat just a little harder. Beneath him the person stirred and suddenly large arms were pulling him back down.

"What is it Stiles?" Derek's sleepy voice whispered in his ear.

"The thing. The Zduhać is still in here. It's body…" a finger comes to rest on his lips and the warmth of it sweeps over his mouth and seems to warm his cheeks as well.

"Shh, we took care of that last night." Derek whispers and Stiles can feel the warmth of his breath wash over his ear and neck.

Slowly his heartbeats slow until his heart is beating normally again within his chest pressed against Derek. There's a knock against his calf and he jerks in surprise when a hand wraps around his ankle.

"Hey buddy, you doin' ok?" Scott's sleepy voice asks around a yawn.

"Can we turn on a light so Isaac doesn't scare the crap outta me too?" Stiles bites out as he settles a hand onto his chest and he pushes himself up until he's straddling Derek's thighs.

The blanket that had been thrown over him slides down his shoulders and he quickly grabs at it to cover himself before a lantern blares to life off to his left. He squints into the sudden light and watches as Isaac presses his face into Scott's chest with a groan and just manages not to snicker. Derek shifts beneath him, his hands coming up from his sides to settle on Stiles' thighs.

"Ugh, what the?" he grimaces as he glances down at his chest.

"Ah, yeah, there are some hazards when it comes to sleeping next to or, in this case, under me. I tend to drool in my sleep when I'm seriously exhausted."

He hears Scott and Isaac unsuccessfully smother their laughter as Derek gives him a baleful glare. Stiles just grins and wipes at the now cold puddle of drool seeping into Derek's shirt.

"It'll dry." He promises.

Derek sits up all the way and suddenly Stiles is face to face with him and the close proximity has him scooting back carefully along Derek's legs.

"Uh, I just realized I'm still naked. Do you guys see my clothes anywhere?"

Derek's eyes immediately shoot downward to where Stiles' dick is pressed against his leg and his nostrils flare, taking in the sudden scent of arousal that burst through Stiles. Scott makes a strangled noise and something is thrown non too gently at the back of his head, forcing his face to smoosh into Derek's shoulder.

"Ouch. Noses are delicate!" he whines as he pulls himself back again.

"I'm delicate Stiles! Keep your lovey-dovey-ness to yourself! I don't need to be smelling that so early in the morning."

"Oh whatever. As if I didn't have to put up with your 'lovey-dovey-ness' for months." Stiles was rewarded by Scott sticking out his tongue. "Mature."

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and put your pants back on. We've gotta get home soon. I'm sure your dad and my mom are frantic with worry."

"You're probably right."

There was a sudden longing in Stiles' chest to see his dad. The ache had him scooting off of Derek's lap, whom had been simply watching Stiles talk, bringing the blanket with him so he wasn't showing his ass off to everyone.

"Oh dude, my ribs are a fucking mess!" he groaned as he took in the purple and blue splotches scattered across his torso from where the Zduhać had been struggling against him.

"Let me see." Derek growled and before Stiles could protest he was right in front of him.

"Ok then, not like my pride is already damaged enough." Stiles griped as he snaked a hand down in front of him to cover his junk.

"I've already seen it."

"Totally not the point here Derek!" he stage whispered as Scott made gacking noises behind him. Isaac was thankfully silent.

Questing fingers pressed delicately into the swollen flesh drawing hisses from between Stiles' teeth. Suddenly the pain seemed to fade away as if it were being drained from him and he let out a sigh of relief before he figured out just what was going on.

"Hey! Stop that!" he slapped Derek's hands away. "I don't need any of your werewolf mojo. I thought you couldn't even do that anymore!"

"I've been practicing. Hold still and just let me do this."

Stiles wrapped the blanket firmly around him and backed up a bit. "No! I'm perfectly fine. I'm a big boy and I don't need any magical werewolf mojo to get through this."

Derek gave him an exasperated sigh. "Stiles just let me do this! I wasn't of any use earlier and you had to take care of that thing yourself. Just… come back over here." There was a pause then, "Please."

Well, when he put it that way. Stiles grumbled nonsensically beneath his breath but took a couple steps back towards Derek. Over his shoulder he could hear Scott and Isaac beginning to move around but he didn't look in favor of watching Derek. Derek's fingers parted the blanket and slipped around his hips, holding him there for a few seconds before his hands slid up the mottled skin to rest lightly on one of the nastier bruises. Stiles couldn't help the relieved sigh as the pain again began to fade away little by little, being drained from his body. The ache was replaced by a subtle tightness of his skin and by that point he was fully relaxed. Gently he plucked Derek's hands away and knit his fingers with his own.

"Thanks." He said with fervor before letting go to pick up the pants he'd dropped before.

Derek didn't say anything, just watched as Stiles pulled on the sweatpants, covering him once more from his intense gaze.

"Hey Scott, is my shirt over there t…oof. Thanks." Stiles mumbles around the shirt tossed into his face when he'd turned to talk to Scott.

"Come on, hurry up you two! I wanna go home! Actually I want to go over to the school and grab my bike then go home. Hey Stiles…"

"Nope. Not doin' it. I'm taking my Jeep after I get my stuff from Derek's and headed home to my dad. I have to make sure he's ok and has been eating right while I was gone. Make sure he has all his toes and…" Stiles continues to grumble as he slips off the blanket and tugs the shirt over his pale, bruised torso, letting the sleeves cover his still healing cuts.

It's cold in the storage container but not as absolutely frigid as it'd been before he'd killed the creature. When he turned towards the others he took his time to gaze around at the stuff around him. It was quite a large storage unit and they were in the left corner near the sealed door. Lined against the wall and piled from the back of the unit was heaps upon heaps of stuff. Boxes, furniture, a couple bikes, and just random stuff. He looked towards Derek and saw him looking with him.

"This stuff is all yours now isn't it. Did you know it was here?" Stiles asked quietly.

Derek gave a stiff shake of his head and got up. Stiles hung back with Scott and Isaac as Derek moved across the dusty floor to inspect the long forgotten junk of his past. Stiles felt the need to turn away after a few minutes as if to give Derek some privacy with his parents' stuff. He shuffled over to where Isaac was hunched over the bag and bent down to start putting things that'd spilled out of it back into it. When Isaac didn't move and continued to stare at Derek with sad, puppy eyes he gently bumped him on the top of the head and handed him the bag to hold open. Scott sat there for a while longer, staring at Derek and at the stuff he was going through before he moved to help get the rest of the stuff into the back and hefted it onto his shoulder.

"All the stuff is…"

Stiles clamped a hand over Scott's mouth and pulled him towards the door. Luckily Scott got it after a couple seconds and allowed himself to be dragged to the door. Isaac swung the heavy metal door outwards and when Stiles stepped out he saw an ashy black dusting covering the three foot area of concrete that was cleared of snow in front of the door. A horrible realization dawned on him when he remembered Derek saying they'd 'taken care of it'. The Zduhać was nothing more than ashes scattered in the wind now.

"Let's go." Derek's gruff voice from behind him startled him out of his horrified staring.

"Yeah."

None of them said another word as they piled out into the snow and the heavy door was once more shut behind them with a quiet clang. Scott boosted Stiles onto the bank of snow surrounding them and they were finally on their way back to Derek's place. A solemn silence settled over them as they walked under the still dark clouds. Stiles still needed to stop frequently to warm up but it was better than the night before. None of them brought up the dead Zduhać or Derek's parent's stuff until they were finally on the stretch of road leading back to the parking garage.

"So, are you guys going to tell me how you obliterated all traces of that thing after I killed it?" Stiles asked, his breath puffing out into the frigid air.

No one answered for a minute before Scott spoke up.

"We used the oil from the lantern to soak it then tossed a match on it."

"Where was it? We were in that white space before I killed it and transported us, or whatever, back into the storage unit."

"It was right next to you in the middle of the storage unit. The three of us ended up right in front of the door again. I don't know how."

"Oh yeah. Where'd you guys even go? I couldn't see you guys or hear you guys or anything."

Derek growled lowly, angrily. "We couldn't hear it or smell it so we were just blindly running around hoping we'd run into it. There was no way to track it and we didn't know how big that place was. It was endless."

Stiles nodded. It sort of made sense. They'd been going after a powerful supernatural creature after all. He was silent for a few minutes as the trudged through the thick snow before once again breaking the silence.

"So, who cleaned me off last night? I mean, I was covered in that thing's blood from head to toe."

There was more silence and Stiles looked up from the white snow to look at the three confused faces staring at him.

"There was no blood. It was just a smoking corpse by the time we got there." Isaac explained.

Stiles frowned, his brows furrowing deeply. "No, there was black blood all over me. It smeared all over my arms and got on my face…it was all over."

"The smoke was black and was leaking from the wounds but there was nothing on you."

Stiles stared at Isaac in disbelief then at Scott and finally Derek. They really had no idea what he was talking about. Slowly he took a steadying breath so he wouldn't start shouting and just nodded.

"Ok, maybe it turned into the smoke because I know for certain that there was blood. I'm not crazy you guys."

Scott and Isaac nodded while Derek just stared. Stiles glared at him before he gave a curt nod. Their arrival at the parking garage stilted all argument on Stiles lips since there were already people making their way out of the elevator and towards the calm snow. A lady with flouncy brown hair spoke to them as soon as they were inside.

"Is the storm finally gone? Is it over? What does it look like out there?"

Stiles stopped but the other three kept walking. When Scott stopped to look back at him he waved him off.

"I'll catch up."

Stiles turned back to the lady who stared up at him with wide eyes. "I'm pretty sure it's over. It hasn't snowed and the wind hasn't been blowing since late last night. The snow's about five feet deep on every surface."

A man with thick glasses and a balding scalp walked up beside the woman. "Were you fellas out there the entire time?" he asked disbelievingly.

Stiles shook his head which dislodged some snow that had probably fallen from the trees onto his head. "No. There was an emergency last night and I had to leave in the middle of the night. I almost didn't make it to my destination. I'd suggest waiting until the sun comes out and starts melting the snow before you go out there. It's going to flood. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm freezing and need a hot shower."

The small crowd that had gathered let him through immediately and he completely ignored the stairs, going directly for the elevator. Once the doors had pinged closed he slumped against the wall and took some deep breaths. He felt slightly crazed after everything that had happened and thinking back through it had him fighting another panic attack. When the elevator pinged again to let him know he'd arrived at his destination he was calm enough to step out without shaking.

The door to Derek's loft had been left open for him but the others were nowhere to be seen. He shucked it shoes and soggy blanket by the door and walked over to Derek's drawers. There were no more pants but there was one shirt left so he grabbed that and shucked the rest of his clothes. He'd just pulled the oversized shirt on when Derek came out of the bathroom, steam trailing after him.

"Uhm, sorry but this is the last shirt." Stiles said as he pointedly avoided Derek's bare chest.

"It's fine. These are the last pants."

"Yeah…yeah. I'll just use a blanket. I'm used to that."

"You should take a quick shower then get under the covers." Derek said and pointed to his bed as he finished toweling off his head.

"Ok. I'll just…use the towel from before and…shower." Stiles mumbled and hurried to the bathroom, hands clutching the shirt against his bare legs.

The water was blessedly hot when he turned on the faucet and stepped under the stream, shirt hung over the knob of the door to hold it closed. His cold digits felt like they were boiling for a while before they thawed and warmed up to the temperature of the water. Stiles sighed and relaxed against the warm tiles of the shower wall, letting the tension roll off him like the water. He stood there for a good twenty minutes without thinking about a single thing before he realized he was probably using all the hot water and Scott and Isaac were going to want a shower too. Quickly he shampooed his hair and soaped his body and rinsed off, shutting off the water not five minutes later. The towel he'd used before had been hung up and he quickly pressed his face into the dry fabric.

Once he was dry and clothed (kinda) again his eyes were drooping and felt like his exhaustion was bone deep. He didn't bother to clutch the shirt to his legs like before and simply walked out of the bathroom after hanging up his towel and collapsed onto the bed with a long, loud yawn. Slowly he crawled under the comforter and sheet and pulled them up to his chin. When he opened his eyes he saw Isaac already dead asleep on the couch and Scott not far behind. Huh, maybe he hadn't needed to hurry. Oh well, too late now.

His sleep was deep and uninterrupted and he woke five hours later with a warm body pressed against his back and an arm slung across his midsection. Deep breaths washed over his neck and he shivered slightly at the goosebumps that rose on his skin. He gently turned his head to get a glimpse of Derek's sleeping face and wasn't disappointed by the calm, peaceful look on Derek's face. The angry lines of his brow were smooth and the normal downturn of his lips was straightened. Stiles felt a tightening in his chest and turned back to stare at the couch where Scott and Isaac were cuddled together and still fast asleep. The light in the room was dim but there were stray beams of sunlight streaming through cracks in the coverings.

It was another hour or so before Derek stirred and Stiles had been dozing lightly, immediately awoken by the slight shift of Derek's body. Stiles turned onto his back to look at Derek who stared back with sleepy eyes, his face still relaxed.

"Well, hi there." He whispered, not wanting the others to wake up just yet.

"Hey." He grumbled and Stiles felt his heart skip a beat at the sleep roughened voice. He could get used to hearing that more often.

"There's sun now."

The room was bright with early afternoon sun, the dissipating clouds doing little to block out the brightness now. Derek hummed his agreement and pressed his face into Stiles' shoulder, hiding from the light. Stiles smiled gently and stared up at the odd ceiling for a while longer before Derek moved off of him completely.

"I wasn't done with your warmth." Stiles mock complained, smile still in place.

Derek just kept moving and Stiles turned his head to look at him in time to catch a full bodied stretch as Derek stood up. The muscles in his back stretched out as he lifted his arms and the pants were low slung on his hips, showing off the dimples at the base of his spine. Stiles' smile grew less decent as he stared before quickly turning away so Derek didn't catch him staring.

"The roads are cleared." Derek said from the window and Stiles bolted up on the bed.

Several emotions crashed through him, surprise, happiness, longing (to see his dad), sadness (at having to leave), before settling back down to acceptance.

"Cool. Should I get ready to leave?"

Derek nodded without turning away from the window. "You need to get Scott and Isaac home and you need to get back to your dad."

Stiles nodded before he remembered Derek couldn't see him. "Yeah. I should make sure he still has all ten toes and fingers. I'm sure both my dad and Mrs. McCall are worried out of their minds about us."

"The sooner you leave the better it'll be."

Stiles was sure he didn't mean for it to sound so harsh but the words still stung him right in the chest. Quickly he covered it up by clearing his throat loudly.

"I should wake them up then." He said quickly and a little louder than necessary.

Stiles pushed aside the covers and ignored the sharpness in his chest. The concrete was still cold under his bare feet and the air cold on his bare legs but he paid it no mind. The other two were still deeply asleep when Stiles shook them both by the shoulders. Slowly they came to, groaning about the light and begging to be left alone. Persistently Stiles shook them before dragging their heavy asses entirely off the couch and onto the cold floor. Immediately the two were up and scrambling back onto the couch.

"Come on you pansies. It's time to get going. The roads are clear." Stiles said quickly and left them to their waking up.

His backpack and clothes were still by the door so he scooped up his jeans and shirt to change into and headed to the bathroom. The pain in his chest just would not subside no matter how much he pushed at it. He stared at his pathetic reflection in the mirror until he could hear Scott and Isaac start up some argument about whether they should eat or not before they left. Quickly he tugged off Derek's shirt and pulled on his clothes, shoving down the stupid emotions in his chest so the others couldn't sense them. When he walked out Derek was nowhere to be seen and Scott and Isaac were already changed into the clothes they came in.

"So we thought it'd be a better idea to wait until we got home to eat since there isn't much left here."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's get going." Stiles said with no emotion and grabbed his backpack, slipping on his shoes with no socks.

"Ok. Let me grab my stuff." Scott said and quickly ran around, gathering all the stuff they'd come with until it was shoved into his backpack and slung over his shoulder.

Scott tugged open the door and Isaac followed him out. Stiles hesitated for a bit, looking back into the loft but Derek was still out of sight. Well, if he didn't want to see him off that was his problem, not Stiles'. And with that he shut the door behind him with a heavy clang. Going down the elevator Scott and Isaac carried on an excited chat about finally getting some real food to eat and burying themselves in their beds until summer. Stiles was silent through the whole thing until they piled into the Jeep.

"Stiles, think you could drop us off at the grocery store?" Scott asked as he climbed in after Isaac and shut the door.

"Sure, no problem. You guys want me to wait for you?"

"Nah, we'll walk home."

"You're going to his house Isaac?"

"Yeah, I offered him a place to stay for a while. Besides, my mom won't mind."

Stiles nodded and started the Jeep. It took two tries before the vehicle rumbled to life beneath them and Stiles put it in gear, pulling out of the parking garage and into the newly plowed and salted roads. There were a surprising amount of people on the highway and Scott chalked it up to people rushing to see if their families were ok after being caught in the storm. Stiles didn't argue and simply drove through the traffic.

Once Scott and Isaac were dropped off at the grocery store near Scott's home Stiles took off and headed home. It'd only been about two weeks since he drove through but the landscape was completely different. Trees were toppled from the wind and the weight of the snow; houses were either completely destroyed or damaged. Cars were leaning at odd angles against snow, houses, trees or other cars. People were milling about, talking to each other or assessing the damage. The power was still out and for good reason too. Power lines lay everywhere. Stiles even had to drive across a few that lay in the road.

Stiles pulled up to his house but had to park on the road since the driveway was covered in snow. Quickly he jumped out and walked around his Jeep to the other side. Pulling open the passenger's door he yanked out his backpack and was about to close the door but a flash of yellow caught his eye. Turning back he peered under his seat and yanked out a small package from under his seat. It must have fallen down onto the floor then been shoved under by either Scott's or Isaac's feet. Stiles stared it, confused. He didn't remember receiving any package. He shrugged and slammed the door closed, shoving the package into his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder.

When he walked towards his house he was met with a wall of snow only about a foot shorter than he was and he sighed loudly. How was he ever going to get to the door? Carefully he shoved aside snow with his bare hands, quickly losing feeling in his fingers before he was able to pull himself on top of the packed snow. It was difficult to walk across the snow to his house without sinking into it but finally he was able to grab ahold of the roof above his front door. Peering towards the front door he let out a groan of annoyance. There was no way he'd be able to get in since the door wasn't even visible with all the snow that'd been blown onto it.

Slowly he walked towards the tree that he often used to sneak out and quickly climbed up the rough bark until he was able to set foot on the roofing above his window. He never locked his window and he was counting on the fact that his dad respected his privacy and hadn't locked it while he was away. Carefully he trudged through the snow on the small section of roofing until he was able to get to his window. He dusted away all the gathered snow and ice and slid his numb fingers along the bottom. When he fingers found purchase on the rough wood he yanked and was rewarded with the slide of wood as his window opened. It took a bit of wriggling until he was able to open it enough for him to push his backpack in and wriggle in after it.

"Infiltration: Success." He mumbled cheesily before turning back around and closing his window.

It was almost just as cold inside as it was outside and he shivered as his breath clouded in the air. Looking around he saw that ice had gathered on several surfaces. It was going to be a bitch to dry everything when the ice melted. He left his backpack where it was beneath the window and made a beeline for his closet. Yanking it open he stripped out of his dirty clothes and into some thick, warm sweats. He pulled down a thick blanket from the top shelf of his closet before sliding it closed. After he was finally on his way to warming up he ran out of his room and down the stairs.

"Dad! Hey, dad! Are you here?! Are you ok?!" he yelled before he'd even gotten to the stairs.

"Stiles?!"

His dad's surprised voice echoed up to him from the living room and he sighed in relief.

"I had to climb in through my window since the door is completely blocked." He said once he was on the first floor.

His dad came rushing out of the living room in several pairs of sweats and threw his arms around his son. Stiles was surprised at the suddenness of the hug but was quick to return it. They stood there for a while longer until Papa Stilinski patted his back and let go.

"You have no idea how worried I was."

"Oh trust me, I know. I was just as worried about you." Stiles said with a smile.

Papa Stilinski shook his head as he smiled before nodding once. "I guess you do then. How was everything at Derek's? Are Scott and Isaac ok too?"

"Yeah, everyone's fine. Derek's place was probably better than here since he was able to turn on the backup generators and water reserves after a while."

"That's good. Everything was fine here. I was living off of cold cuts and canned food and was starting to get worried about the supply when the storm finally cut out this morning."

Stiles opened his mouth to ask what exactly he'd been eating when the mention of food made his stomach rumble rather rudely. Papa Stilinski immediately leveled a glare at him.

"Was Derek feeding you properly?"

"Yes dad. I just left in a hurry when I woke up and didn't eat before jetting over here. I dropped Scott and Isaac off at the store before coming here."

The Sheriff nodded and didn't ask anymore though his eyes were still narrowed in suspicion.

"Well, let's get something for you to eat. We're out of bread so no sandwiches. There's still some canned stuff and I don't know how good the stuff in the fridge is after sitting in there with no power."

"Let's go check."

They both made their way to the kitchen and his dad gestured to the fridge and Stiles pulled a face at having to be the one to open it. He pulled it open without hesitation since there was no use putting it off and was extremely glad when no foul odors assaulted his nose. Pushing stuff around in the fridge he assessed the damage.

"Well, it seems it was just cold enough in here to avoid anything really spoiling. However, the potato salad and cheese is going to have to go since they're past their expiration date. So is the milk." Stiles pulled an 'ick' face as he closed the fridge again.

He pulled open the freezer next and was glad to see that everything was still mostly frozen. There was still no power so he shut the door again without pulling anything out since he wouldn't be able to cook or defrost it.

"I'll just open a can of whatever's still in the pantry." Stiles mumbled and walked past his dad and tugged open the pantry door.

The supply of food was indeed dwindling. All of the health bars he bought for his dad were gone. All the bread was gone along with the peanut butter and jelly. There were a few cans of vegetables and beans and a single fruit cup left. Stiles glanced out of the door towards the fruit basket and saw that it was empty as well. Well, at least he was glad to know that his dad had been eating right while he was gone. Sort of. Stiles grabbed a can of beans and the fruit cup and shut the pantry door behind him on the way out. Quickly he hunted down a fork and a can opener from their respective drawers. The Sheriff joined him when he sat down at the kitchen table.

"So, are you going to tell me what caused this freak storm?"

Stiles nodded as he pressed the blade of the can opener into the metal and twisted it until the lid popped off. As he ate he explained about everything that had happened while at Derek's, leaving out the cutting and the sexy times with Derek. He finished his food before he finished talking so he sat there as he finally explained what he'd done and when he finished they sat in an uncomfortable silence. John stared at his son for a while and saw the dark circles under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. There was guilt swimming in those honey brown eyes that pulled at the Sheriff's heart.

"You know you didn't do anything wrong, right? That creature had no right to do what it did and had fed you lies. If you believe it then I raised you damn wrong."

Stiles was startled at the severity in his dad's voice and jerked his gaze up to meet his dad's. There was anger and concern in that gaze and he felt his heart clench a bit.

"You and Scott and Isaac and whatever other supernatural force is out there has every right to exist as long as you're not, you know, totally demented. Like that thing." Papa Stilinski continued.

Stiles nodded and looked down guiltily.

"Now, enough of this. It's over and it's time the think about how to fix this mess. We still have that shovel in the garage right?" Stiles shrugged. "Well guess who's going to go look for it then?"

Stiles couldn't help but crack a grin at that and shook his head. "How about I do that tomorrow. I'm still really tired from everything that's happened and am in desperate need of a warm bed."

"Good luck with the warm part but the bed part is doable." Papa Stilinski joked and patted his son on the shoulder as they got up.

Once his trash was thrown away and the fork was put in the trash Stiles walked with his dad to his little nest he'd made on the sofa in the living room.

"You are so taking care of this." Stiles mumbled, looking at the mess of blankets, trash, and different objects of entertainment.

"Yeah, yeah. Go to bed grumpy pants. I'll see you in the morning."

"'Kay. G'night dad."

Stiles trudged back up to his room and shut the door behind him. He was indeed exhausted and if the bed weren't slightly wet he'd collapse onto it. Instead he tugged off the comforter and felt along the mattress to make sure it was dry. Once he'd confirmed that it was indeed dry he switched out his pillows and blankets with one from the closet that had been spared the icing and half made his bed before collapsing into it.

When his body had settled his mind finally started working again. He was back in his room, staring out the darkening window. Alone. There was no warm, comforting presence at his back. There was no hand slipping around his middle or body meeting his back. He was alone with the cold and that hurt. It hurt more than he thought it would and was surprised by the intensity. Immediately he shut it down and closed his eyes, pleading away his consciousness until finally, he slipped into an uneasy slumber.

A/N: So, writing this chapter was rather difficult cuz it's the transition between part 1 and part 2. Remember that package from Chapter 2?! Tada! Here it is! I'll fully explain what it is in the next few chapters!

Also, I pick really weird monsters so don't judge me! Ok, judge me. I'm fine with it. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS FIC! If you don't say I won't know. Just…let your thoughts flow…into the little comment box. I needs it.

The next update is unknown, might take a few days, might take a week, maybe longer, I DON'T KNOW! Just don't be surprised if it takes a long time. Workin' on hard stuff people! College suuuuuuuuuux! ~hearts~