I'm sorry about the delay. I've been extremely busy lately and barely had time to write. The new episodes threw me off for a second too, but I decided to go my own way and keep to my initial plan. I was working on a shower-scene when I got a request from one of you lovely followers. It may not be what you wanted, but remember, Stiles is injured and can't really participate.

The plan that the wolves cooked together is not working. Someone had to take charge. I felt like my female characters needed more attention and decided to make Allison into something of a hero. It's not so clear in this chapter, but I know where this is heading and hopefully I'll be able to post chapter 21 sometime next weekend.

Stiles was seriously pissed off. He'd thought everything would be easier now when so many people knew about them anyway. Even if his dad didn't know squat, he accepted that Derek was a friend and that he could come by without any suspicion attached.

Staring into the ceiling in his room, Stiles started to feel sorry for himself. He felt so out of the loop because he was kind of stuck there. Under normal circumstances, he could have sneaked out and gone to Derek's place, but even taking a leak was a problem at the moment.

When Stiles' dad walked in the door that evening, Derek had jumped up from the couch and greeted him. He promised to clean up the mess in the kitchen, and even offered the leftovers to the sheriff. Mr Stilinski was pleased that he didn't have to make supper this late, so he took the offer and told Derek to not bother with the dishes. "I'll do it. I'm just happy Stiles didn't have to be alone all day."

The awkward silence that followed as the sheriff sampled the different dishes made Stiles a little giggly. Derek paced a little before he gestured towards the door. He was clearly uncomfortable in the situation. Stiles didn't want him to leave, and suggested that he could help him get to his room. "I really want to sleep in my own bed. Derek can help me get upstairs." Sheriff Stilinki was busy eating an eggroll and just nodded.

Leaning heavily on Derek's shoulder, Stiles managed to get a few steps up the stairs. As soon as they were out of sight from the sheriff, Derek lifted him and carried him bridal-style the rest of the way. In the hall, Stiles pointed to the bathroom door. "I really need to go. I should take a shower, but I need help and... I don't know..."

He wished he could have brought Derek with him in the shower, but with his dad downstairs, it was out of the question. "I'll just go and take a leak and brush my teeth. Tomorrow I may be able to get in the shower by myself."

After Stiles had done his business in the bathroom, Derek helped him to bed and tucked him in. They got to share one passionate kiss before a Derek again pulled back. "Sorry, your dad..." he whispered as he sat down casually on the chair by the desk.

Mr Stilinski gave the door a quick knock before he entered the room. "Everything's good?" He looked at Stiles before he shifted his gaze to Derek. "Thank you so much for the food. It wasn't necessary, but I do appreciate it."

He came over and stroke Stiles' cheek. "I'm happy you have such good friends." He looked at Derek again. "Thank you Mr Hale, uh, Derek. It's late though. I think we all need to get some shuteye. Please come back any time."

They didn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye. The sheriff pretty much scooted Derek out of the room. "Goodnight son. Say goodbye to your friend and thank him for being here for you."

Stiles wanted to thank him. He wanted to thank him in ways his dad couldn't even imagine, but he was left alone after a quick wave and a promise that he'd be back sometime.

After the conversation with Scott and Derek, Stiles knew that it could take a while and he fell asleep feeling utterly sorry for himself.

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

As the rays of the morning sun hit the rooftop, Derek stared at the house. He didn't feel comfortable leaving Stiles in Scott's care. It wasn't because he didn't trust Scott, but it felt so wrong regardless. As mates, they were supposed to take care of each other, and leaving that task to someone else went against every instinct in Derek's mind.

He never went home. He'd just moved his car a few houses down the road and stayed. In the middle of the night, he'd got out and paced around for a while, contemplating on crawling up to Stiles' window. When a neighbor peeked out though the curtains and looked at him curiously, he got back in the car and pretended to drive off.

Now, the morning sun was bathing the neighborhood in light, and it made it look like the safest place on earth. Knowing that the sheriff was home Derek felt a little stupid for not trusting the guy to protect his son, but then again, the guy was unfamiliar with the threats to Stiles' life.

A squad car drove slowly down the road and stopped outside the house. Seconds later Mr Stilinski came out in his uniform. He jumped into the car and it took off. Derek watched it disappear around a corner down the road before he turned to the house again. Stiles was obviously left alone while the sheriff had to go to work.

"That can't be good." Derek said to himself. He didn't want to park the Camaro in Stiles' driveway, so he just left it where it was and walked up to the house. Knowing that he was braking all the rules they'd fine-tuned when they discussed how to take down the Alphas; he couldn't really stop himself.

He decided to try the front door first. It could be unlocked although he didn't expect it. Turned out it was, and Derek was horrified by the lack of security in the Stilinski household. He chose to forgive the sheriff. He was probably used to leaving before Stiles. Under normal circumstances, Stiles would be getting ready for school now and would be heading out in a few minutes anyway.

Sneaking up the stairs, he could hear that Stiles was sleeping. The even breath emitted from the room told Derek that Stiles was at ease. He stopped outside the door just to listen for a little while. He felt like knocking would be the the best thing to do, but since he already had overstepped a few boundaries just by entering the house, Derek decided to try to get into Stiles' room unnoticed.

He felt like an intruder. Although he knew that Stiles would never hold it against him, it was still a little awkward and slightly creepy. He was standing by the door for several minutes, just watching Stiles sleep.

Pretty sure that he hadn't made a sound, Derek got a little startled when Stiles' eyes suddenly opened. It obviously took a moment for him to focus, but then he smiled tiredly and patted the bed. "I'm happy to see you," he quacked out, before he cleared his throat a little. "What time is it? Where's dad? He let you in, that's awesome."

Derek felt a little uncomfortable. Twisting his hands, he walked over to the bed. "Uh, your dad left for work, I kinda, eh, broke in." Before Stiles got a chance to comment, Derek continued. "I mean, the front door was unlocked, so I technically didn't brake in." He sat down on the bed and grabbed Stiles' hand. "How are you doing? Feel any better? If you need more sleep, it's okay, I can just sit here."

The little shrug Stiles managed in his position seemed to be a little painful, because he clenched his eyes shut for a second. "Ouch! No, I'm good. I need..." He rolled his eyes and blushed. "I, I need to use the restroom, and I could definitely use a shower. We're alone, right?"

Derek smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we are, but I don't know for how long, I mean..." Before he'd completed the sentence, Stiles lifted his head and looked around. "Where's my phone, I can find out."

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

After confirming that his dad was at work and wouldn't be home until lunchtime, Stiles gestured for Derek to help him out of bed. The sheriff had urged him to call if he needed help with anything. He'd also apologized for just leaving. "Just didn't want to wake you. I planned to call in a bit anyway, I told you I had to go in early."

Stiles had no recollection of this information, but pretended that he'd remembered. "Sure, dad. I just wanted to tell you that I'm fine. I feel much better today. See you around noon."

Leaning on Derek's shoulder, Stiles managed to get to the bathroom on his own feet. He couldn't really put much weight on the sore ankle, but it was definitely less painful than last night. He still chose to take a coupe of painkillers, because the pain in his chest from the fractured ribs made it a little hard to breathe.

He sent Derek to get them from his room while he used the toilet. Derek seemed to understand that he wanted to be alone for this, and he waited patiently outside until Stiles had done his business. As he leaned on the sink and scooted towards the shower, he told Derek to come in. "Sorry, it's just..." He didn't get to finish. Derek smiled and handed him the medication. "I understand. Everybody is entitled to a minimum of privacy."

After undressing – which he managed almost all by himself – he held on to the grab-bar inside the shower. "Okay, I could definitely use a chair of some sort." He tried to think, and remembered that they had a plastic garden stool in the garage. It took only minutes for Derek to find it and after cleaning the dust off it, he placed it in the shower for Stiles to sit on.

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

Scott was not comfortable going to school as usual. He felt torn between tending to Stiles and spending time with Allison. Knowing that Derek shouldn't come near Stiles for the time being, he wanted to hang there with his best friend.

He chose to go to school anyway. He thought about skipping a few classes, but knew it would be a stupid thing to do.

The first person he laid his eyes on as he approached the school-entrance was Allison. She waited for him on the stairs. "I'm sorry. Dad didn't let me out. He told me the reason and I understand, but...you have to come over. I miss you already." Scott knew exactly what she meant. He wanted to be with her. "Me too, but I have to look after Stiles. He's more vulnerable than any of us."

Allison knew the whole story. She knew why they had to stay away from each other. "Can we visit Stiles and pretend that it is for him?" She gave Scott a wink. "Let's skip school and go there."

Scott knew that he'd get in trouble for even thinking it. There was no way he was going to pass his exams if he skipped now. Allison could though, she was a straight-A student. "I can't, I have to be here. I have no leeway what so ever." He swallowed and looked at his girlfriend. "You could go there. I worry about him." with a sigh, he continued. "Derek could protect him, but we agreed that he should stay away from Stiles."

Thinking about Derek and Stiles being in a relationship was not something Scott found comforting at all, but still, he had this realization that Derek would be the only one who could protect Stiles from harm. It was actually painful to come to this conclusion. He looked down for a second. "I think we need to go over these rules again." He threw a quick peek at his girlfriend and sighed heavily. "I believe that Derek is the only one who can protect Stiles." When Allison looked at him as if he came from another planet, Scott felt the need to explain. "I know how he feels. I don't want this for Stiles, but it is a fact. They are mates. I have to tell him that I support him."

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

"Do you remember the first time you where in here?" Stiles was sitting on the garden stool still holding on to the grab-bar in the shower. "I was so turned on but I didn't dare to admit it." Derek chuckled a little. "Yeah, and I was so... out of it. Can I return the favor?" He lifted the shower-head off the handle and grabbed the soap-bar from its holder. "I'll be gentle."

Derek was gentle. More gentle than ever. Stiles leaned on the wall and indulged himself in the treatment. When his cock started to react he tried to calm down, but it wasn't easy. "Derek, I think... I can't really participate..."

Stiles had his eyes closed, and was not prepared for what happened next. When Derek's lips wrapped around his cock, it was like the world came to a halt. "I. NO! Yes! You sure?" He couldn't really do much anyway, and it felt so good that he didn't want to stop it.

Derek lifted his head for a moment and looked at him. "I want you so much, I love you so much. I want to give you a treat." He'd already pulled his shirt off and now, he got up and undressed completely. "Let me show you how it's done. No offense." Stiles knew exactly what he meant. Blow jobs were not what Stiles was best at.

At the moment, that didn't matter. Just drawing his breath was hard enough in the first place. With Derek sucking his dick, it became almost unbearable. "I...can...not...deal..." He actually tried to push Derek away, but then suddenly, the pain went away and all he craved was an orgasm.

His whole body trembled and without warning, he came violently and released his load into Derek's mouth. He felt embarrassed. Stiles knew he should have alerted him, but it was impossible. "I'm sorry. I couldn't... I..."

Derek lifted his head and spit the cum out in the shower. Then he gave Stiles a lopsided smile. "Don't worry about it. I'll survive. It was good, wasn't it?" All Stiles could do was to nod. Under the still streaming water, he had a hard time composing himself. "Derek! I don't know what to say. Or really, I want this again and again and again...I could die now."

Maybe it wasn't completely true; he didn't really want to die.

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

They really hadn't planned this well enough. Scott keeping an eye on Stiles at the same time as he was tying to keep his mom safe, was not going to work. Allison sat at her desk and looked at Scott's dark head of hair in front of her. She knew she had to explain the whole situation for her dad and make him understand.

Scott couldn't just leave and stay with his best friend, but being at school didn't seem to help much. He was so totally distracted and stressed out, that Allison decided to make a whole new plan on her own.

After lunch, when she and Scott went their separate ways to attend their different classes, Allison pretended to enter the classroom. As soon as Scott had disappeared down the hall, she turned and headed outside. After a short hesitation, she jumped in the car. Her decision was made on where to go first.

Pulling up outside Derek's place made Allison feel a little stupid. It turned out his car was nowhere to be seen, so she just left to go to her next destination.

It was with a frown on her face that she noticed Derek's car on Stiles' block. It was parked a few houses down, but Allison knew instantly that Derek had broken his own rules. It could of course had been an emergency, but for some reason Allison didn't believe it.

She could see that both Stiles' and the sheriff's car was in the driveway, and wondered a bit. As soon as she'd parked, Allison pulled her phone out of her bag. She found Derek's number and called him. It took a little while before he answered. "Allison? What's up? Did something happen?" He sounded surprised, which was expected. The two of them weren't exactly buddies.

"So, this rule, that we should stay away from our boyfriends... I don't like it. I want to renegotiate." She smirked to herself in the rear-view mirror. Knowing that Derek had a keen sense of hearing, she kept her voice down. "I'm sure you'd like to have Stiles around, or at least be able to visit him from time to time."

The silence on the other end lasted for a little longer than she'd expected. "Hey, you there? We need to talk." A little huff came through the line before Derek cleared his throat. "I'm here, I understand how you feel, but we should really stick to the plan." He sighed and continued. "I wish that I could watch him all the time, but that's impossible. I, we need to..."

Allison broke him off, she couldn't play this game anymore. "Fuck you, Derek! I know where you are. You can't even follow your own rules. I'm coming in, We need to talk." She hung up and exited the car. Before she was half way up the driveway, Derek opened the door. He was barefoot and his hair was slightly damp.

"Not only could you not stay away from his house, obviously, you practically moved in." Allison pushed passed him and walked over the the couch where she slumped down. "You're a two-faced son-of-a-bitch!" She watched him as he slowly closed the door and leaned on it. "I know. I, I'm sorry I lied, or tried to lie about it." He gave out a humorless chuckle. "I agree with you, but how can I protect him around the clock. It's not like Mr Stilinski is really going to let me move in."

With her head tilted to the side, Allison looked at Derek and scoffed. "Maybe not, but that was not my new plan." She moved a little to get comfortable. "You should take Stiles home with you." The expression on Derek's face when she said it was slightly humorous. She still didn't laugh. "His dad needs to work more than he can with Stiles at home. A lot of the deputies are down with the flu, and the rest of them have to work overtime. With Stiles here, bedridden and practically helpless, Sheriff Stilinski can't take part and he's torn."

Derek didn't look convinced, but there was a spark in his eyes. "Yeah, right. How do you know?" He pushed away from the door, and padded across the floor towards the stairs. "And anyway, Stiles is better, he can easily... maybe not easily, but he can manage on his own. The sheriff knows this"

Now Allison shook her head and chuckled a little. "Sure, but his dad doesn't know that there are werewolves searching for him. Stiles just has to convince Mr Stilinski that he's not capable of taking care of himself." She watched Derek as he turned towards her again. "Just take him home. I'll deal with his dad. Scott and I can come later and then we're going to have a meeting," she stared at him and cocked her brow, "and I'm gonna make the rules."