My story isn't even close to canon, but I will try to keep up with the new development. Loved the new episode. Twisted and confusing.

New plans are in the making. Scott are supporting those plans. For Stiles it sounds like the worst possible outcome ever.

After rounds the next morning, Stiles called his dad and told him that they were sending him home. His dad didn't really sound too pleased. It was somewhat disturbing, but when the sheriff came to pick him up he apologized. "Sorry son, but we still have problems at the station and... having you in the hospital felt safe."

After getting dressed, which was kind of a struggle in itself, Stiles managed to get out of bed. He tried to keep a straight face when his sore ankle hit the floor. "I'm really fine. I can handle myself." He slumped down in the wheelchair provided for his exit, and gave his dad an encouraging look. The moment he said those words, he knew he'd exaggerated it somewhat.

With his left arm in a sort of sling, he was unable to move the chair. "Okay then. I'm not as mobile as I thought, but at home it'll be okay. I promise not to be a burden." He could see his dad roll his eyes, and he knew what he was thinking.

"I promise not to do anything stupid. Really." Knowing that he was pretty famous for getting into trouble, he tried to give the sheriff an innocent look. "I can't really do much anyway. Scott an Allison and, and... Derek will help, I'm sure."

He stared into his dad's eyes when he mentioned Derek's name and was happy to discover that the sheriff didn't change his expression. "Well, we just have to figure out how to manage. I just don't want to leave you alone for an extended period of time." His dad sighed and grabbed the handles of the chair. "Let's get you home."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Scott came out from school in the afternoon, Derek was in the parking-lot. When the Alpha waved him over, he reluctantly approached. He didn't want another confrontation about Stiles and the relationship between Derek and his best friend. He'd done his best to keep it out of his head the whole day.

"Derek, I, I try. If you are gonna reason with me, it's futile. I have to deal with it in my own pace." He sighed and dumped his bag on the ground next to Derek's car. "If Stiles is happy, and I think he is, I will do my best, but..." Derek scoffed and shook his head. "No, it's not that." He opened the door on the passenger side. "Get in. We have other fish to fry."

Scott gestured towards the school. "But, uh, Allison?" As he watched he could see her coming out, but she was met by her dad and pretty much shoved into his car. Scott turned to Derek. "What's going on? She... we had plans."

Derek was now on the other side of the car, and gestured for Scott to get in. "I'll explain, come on." He jumped into the driver's seat, and Scott didn't really see any other option than to do as he was told.

Speeding away from school, Derek didn't say much at first. When they came closer to his apartment, he slowed down somewhat. "The Alphas are not gonna give up. We humiliated them and killed almost the whole pack. Pay-back-time is coming. Be prepared." After saying the words Derek drew his breath heavily before he continued. "Chris doesn't want to let Allison out of sight, and I understand him."

For a moment Scott got a bit thrown off. He'd thought it was over. They chased the wolves out of town. "How do you know? Isn't it possible that they gave up?" He looked at Derek and received a smirk in return. "Yeah, right! Would you? I mean, if it was the other way around." The car came to a halt and Derek jumped out. "We have to prepare for their return."

Upstairs Derek put on some coffee before a perched himself on a stool by the kitchen counter. Scott slumped down on the couch. "But having Chris and Allison on the team... By the way, when did you talk to Chris? When did the two of you... become chums?"

Derek let out a little chuckle. "We're not, but this is a special occasion. He asked me, or more correctly, he told me that he expected them to come back," he threw a quick peek at the coffeemaker before he got up and grabbed two cups from the cupboard. "I couldn't agree more, so we concocted a temporary plan."

Baffled by these news, Scott took the cup he was offered and took a sip. "Ugh, sugar please." After the two sugar-cubes he was handed were thoroughly stirred into the coffee, he relaxed back in the seat and stared at Derek. "So! The plan! Tell me!"

With a sigh, Derek sat down again. "If they come back alone, we can take them. The two of us can handle it." He shrugged a little. "It depends on how desperate they are." He was about to continue when Scott interrupted. "They're Alphas. We, well I'm not sure I can... We could need some help." To Scott's surprise, Derek started laughing. "We're our own little Alpha-pack. We just have to stick together and fight them as one entity."

Scott still didn't understand why this was even remotely funny. "Yeah, right! You seem to forget one small detail. I'm not an Alpha!" There was still a smile tugging Derek's lips. It wasn't a common sight, so Scott actually got a little worried. "Scott! You didn't know? When that werewolf attacked Allison your eyes went bright red and you became the Alpha of your own pack. Your human pack."

Before Scott got a chance to comment on these baffling news, Derek continued. "We have to join forces. We have to form a united pack. Your people and my people." He rolled his eyes. "Well my person, Isaac."

Scott knew that Boyd and Erica were AWOL, which meant that Derek technically didn't have a pack anymore. "What about Stiles?" Scott dared the question, and could see that Derek tensed up. "Yeah, what about Stiles?" Derek repeated, staring intently at him.

Slightly uncomfortable under the stare, Scott huffed a little. "Well, if you two, you know... If you two are a couple, I mean..." Derek got up and started pacing. "It's really his own choice. For now we can not care about that. We have to protect them. Stiles, Allison, your mom, maybe even..." Before he had finished Scott cut him off. "My mom? What does she have to do with this?"

Derek didn't need to answer. Scott knew what he meant. All their loved ones were at risk. They had to do whatever it took to protect them. "I see. Okay. We can make this temporary union and fight. Tell me the plan."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles was propped up on the couch with a few magazines and the remote to the stereo within reach. His dad had left him with strict instructions not to overdo the reading and not under any circumstances turn on the TV or use the computer. "Remember, you have a concussion," he'd said with a concerned expression on his face.

He'd got a couple of crutches from the hospital, but with his shoulder still out of commission, he could only use one. The bathroom wasn't that far away so he figured it would be possible to get there on his own, but his dad had urged him to call if he needed some help. "Maybe Scott can come over for a while?" he suggested before he eventually left Stiles alone.

It took less than ten minutes before Stiles was bored out of his mind. He'd of course tried to call both Derek and Scott, but none of them picked up. It didn't worry him too much. Scott was possibly still at school, and Derek sometimes left the phone in the car by accident.

After flipping through a couple of the magazines, he threw them back on the table and searched for the TV-remote. It was nowhere to be seen, and Stiles suspected that his dad had hid it. He tried to call Derek again, but there were still no reply. Scott would probably check his phone as soon as he got out of school, so Stiles didn't bother to try him.

Grumpy and tired, he tried to get comfortable enough to get some shuteye. Lying there staring into the ceiling wasn't an option, and he was not desperate enough to even try to get up to turn on the TV manually.

When the phone rang, Stiles startled and had to search for it between the covers. Disappointed, he looked at the caller ID. It was his dad. "Hi, everything fine?" Mr Stilinski sounded a bit stressed. "I have only a few minutes now, but I'll try to come home for a little while... later in the evening." Stiles tried to hide his disappointment. "I'm fine. I was sleeping, but it's okay." He listened to his dad's apologies and had to cut him off. "Really, it's fine. I'm just a little bored. I'll call you if I need you to come, don't worry."

After they hung up, he discovered that he'd slept for almost an hour. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or just sad that neither Derek nor Scott had called him back. "What the f... Don't they know I'm an invalid? Have they forgotten that I exist?" He said out loud to himself.

After sending a text, he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler that his dad so conveniently had placed next to the couch. A scary thought ran through his mind. What if they were in trouble? What if the Alphas were back and... Stiles picked up his phone again and tried Derek's number. There were still no answer. Stiles started to get seriously concerned. He typed another text message and sent it, hoping to get an answer sooner or later.

For a split second, he'd contemplated the idea of calling the sheriff and ask him to check, but before the thought had left his mind the phone rang. It was Scott. "Thank God. Finally." He sighed heavily. "I called you. I, are you okay?" Scott was obviously thrown back by the urgency in his voice. "Yeah. Are you? You sound, you sound distressed."

Stiles didn't answer the question. "Derek! Is he okay? I called. None of you picked up." He could hear that he sounded a bit like a whiny baby. "I mean, I worried." He tried to relax somewhat. Scott cleared his throat. "Derek is fine. I just came from his place."

Stiles sat up abruptly and gasped a little from the pain in his ribs. "You what? Why?" That made no sense. The two of them hanging out casually while he himself was bedridden and lonely made him a little annoyed. "So now that I'm out of the hospital, you guys just... forgot me?"

Scott huffed. "Of course not. Are you okay? Are you alone? I'm coming over." He didn't give Stiles a chance to answer before he hung up. Stiles looked at the phone and wondered what was going on. Shortly after, the doorbell rang. "IT'S OPEN!" He yelled out before Scott came through the door.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Scott left, Derek decided to contact Stiles. He knew that if they had been secretive before, now it was even more urgent to keep the relationship under wraps. If even as much as a rumor got out, Stiles would definitely be a target for the Alphas. They'd already sniffed out that Scott and Allison were an item, and that had almost ended bad for all of them.

He searched through his pockets, but couldn't find the phone. He knew it was probably in the car, so he decided to go out to get something to eat while he called Stiles. He grabbed his jacket and headed outside.

There were four missed calls and two messages from Stiles. Derek wanted to go directly to his house. The guy was possibly both worried and pissed off.

"I miss you, Call me."

Derek had to smile to himself. The warm and fuzzy feeling he got inside when he read the message was very unfamiliar to him. They weren't totally unwelcome, but he wasn't sure how to handle himself. The next message from Stiles wasn't as cute and polite.

"I'm lonely. I need you. If you are still alive I'll kill you myself for abandoning me. I'm bored out of my mind and I can't get a hold of Scott either. I'll send my dad to pick you up if you keep ignoring me."

The message made Derek chuckle, and he decided to answer it before he went to pick up some food.

"You're gonna kill a werewolf? Good luck with that. Sorry, I left the phone in the car. Can I come? Are you alone?"

It took less than five seconds before the answer came. "Come!"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Scott stared at him with a frown on his face. "One text and you just cave in. I thought you were angry at him. I mean, since he didn't pick up before." He rolled his eyes, and Stiles could see that his friends face hardened. "You're so whipped. I worry about you."

Stiles sighed and gave Scott a lopsided smile. "You're so wrong. I'm not whipped or threatened by Derek. I love him." With a chuckle he continued. "You have to understand. Even if he scared me before, it's not like that anymore."

With a scoff, Scott got up from the recliner and walked over to the window. "He could kill you in seconds and you wouldn't even have time to scream. Are you sure you're not intimidated?" Even with his back turned to Stiles, it was evident that Scott was both angry and concerned.

"You could kill me in seconds, that doesn't mean I'm scared of you. I trust you, and I trust Derek." Stiles watched as Scott turned slowly. "It's different. I'm your friend, I'd never hurt you." The pained expression on his face actually annoyed Stiles. "God damn it. You are jealous. I'm sorry if this relationship doesn't sit well with you, but if you are my friend you should at least try." He saw that Scott was about to say something, but Stiles lifted his hand to stop him. "Don't act like it's about you and your feelings."

There was a faint flash of red in Scott's eyes before his posture suddenly changed. He lowered his shoulders and looked down on the floor. "Maybe I am. Maybe I am jealous. I'm losing you, man. I'm not your favorite werewolf anymore." He tried on a little smile. "And I can't help but think that this is a very lopsided relationship." He lifted his head and shrugged. "Derek doesn't have a very successful history with previous, uh, hmm, lovers." Scott's face turned pink and he looked away for a second. "I mean, I don't want you to end up, like, uh, dead."

The conversation was suddenly over when they heard a knock on the door. Scott huffed and went over to open it. "Derek, hi!" He stepped back to let Derek inside. A delicious scent of food filled the room. "Hello Scott. I brought some Chinese, I think it'll be enough for you too." He put two bags on the floor as he bent down to untie his shoes. "Everything okay?" He shifted his gaze between Scott and Stiles before he grabbed the bags again and walked towards the kitchen. "Scott? Can you find plates, I'm not very familiar in this kitchen."

Stiles felt totally overlooked as the two guys seemed to measure each other. "Derek! I'm here and I'm fine by the way, if you want to know." He cleared his throat. "I can't really get up to greet you, not easily anyway, so you have to come here."

With a smirk in Scott's direction, Derek came back into the living room leaving Scott to deal with the food. "Sorry. I didn't really know... I overheard you two, you know. I didn't want to make Scott more uncomfortable." He squatted next to the couch and gave Stiles' cheek a gentle stroke. "I know it's difficult enough for him to deal with this."

Stiles eased his hand around Derek's neck, and pulled him closer. "Scott! You just have to look away for a second," he said, as he closed the gap between them and gave Derek a kiss on the lips. "This will have to do for now." A grunt from the kitchen told him that Scott was perfectly aware of what happened. Stiles gave Derek a wink. "I could eat, let's eat and drink and be merry."

-o-o-o-o-o-

It was not a merry meal. They sat at the kitchen table, after Derek had helped Stiles get there. Scott had set the table, and the it was littered with to-go-boxes. "Did you buy the whole menu?" Stiles turned to Derek and reached for one of the boxes. "It's a good thing Scott is here to help eat all of this." Derek shrugged. "I really didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I, I just picked up a variety."

After they had all served themselves, it was painstakingly quiet around the table. When Stiles' phone rang, both wolves jumped up from their seats to grab it from the couch. Scott was closer, and won the race. With a smirk in Derek's direction, he handed the phone to Stiles.

It was Mr. Stilinski asking how he was doing. "Dad, I'm fine. Derek and Scott are here. We're eating. You don't have to come. See you tonight." After he'd hung up, Stiles looked at his two companions. "Okay, can we try to behave like friends here? And when I say 'we' I mean you two."

Derek cleared his throat and sighed. "We're expecting the Alphas to come back. Me and Scott can take them, but if they bring enforcements, we need help." He reached over the table and covered Stiles' hand with his. "We have to be careful so they don't suspect that you... that we are," He threw a peek at Scott. "That we are together. They could do to you what they did to Allison."

Stiles looked at him. "But we are good at keeping it a secret, we can do it." He smiled and tilted his head to the side. Derek nodded slowly. "Yeah, but this is different. They can smell it. They can smell a mate if they are close enough. I have to stay away, I shouldn't even have come now. I'm putting you at risk just being here."

Realizing what Derek was really saying made Stiles' heart sink. "You mean, we have to... We can't see each other? NO! NO, Derek. For how long? I can't..." A tear was leaving the corner of his eye, and he hurried to wipe it away. "Maybe they won't come?"

Derek and Scott exchanged looks, and Scott drew his breath heavily. "I'll look after you and protect you. Derek will have to keep a low profile. We don't know for how long." The guy actually looked sad. "I do understand. I have to stay away from Allison. We just have to deal with this."

Stiles held his breath for a moment. "You deal! I don't want to. Derek! Please say it's not that bad! You can protect me." He looked at the two guys, and their grave faces disturbed him. "Seriously!" He huffed. "I'm not useless, I helped you guys! I'm the hero, remember! Don't do this to me! You guys are pissing me off now!" He pushed the plate away and struggled to his feet. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Jumping on one leg increased the pain in his ribs, and the headache was starting to annoy him, but he managed to get to the couch on his own. Both Derek and Scott had got up too, and it looked like they weren't sure what to do. When Derek approached, Scott just shrugged and walked towards the door. "I'll be back tomorrow. Sleep on it."

As soon as Scott had left, Derek sat down on the couch and wrapped his arm around Stiles. "It will be okay. Patience is a virtue." They sat there for – forever. Then Derek turned and cupped Stiles' face with his hands. As he was about to lean in and kiss him, Derek suddenly pulled back. "Your dad is home." Seconds later sheriff Stilinski opened the door.