Stiles awoke again to find Scott no taking perch in his corner. Why in the holy name do the wolves seem to always lurk in the corners of the room. "Is it an unspoken law that you all have to lurk in the corners of my room." Stiles asked his friend.

"What are you talking about Stiles?" Scott asked confused as always.

"Derek and you seem to always lurk in the corner. It's not right man," Stiles prompted.

"When was he last here? I don't think you should let Derek just hang around. He's not a bad guy or dangerous on his own but he draws in bad luck," Scott told him.

"Last time I woke up. And whats your problem dude. The Alphas are the biggest threat we've got and they promised not to hurt me." Stiles pointed out.

"Yeah sure they won't that why your leg is in the shape it is," Scott spat out.

"That was the fucking crazy one that did that. And trust me I'm pretty sure he nucking futs. The saner one said they wouldn't hurt anyone." Stiles replied.

Scott just growled and left through the window. Stiles understands he's worried but being a dick about it didn't help anyone. Stiles thought about doing more research. He gave up the ghost and let sleep claim him gain.

Derek awoke from his deep dreamless slumber. Face buried in the couch, a familiar smell drifting from within. And he noticed he had an aching hard on. It been a long time since he'd had one that bad. Curiosity making him wonder if it had to do with his "mate". He fished in the couch trying to find the source of the smell. He didn't seem to find anything maybe it was just the old smell of home still left somewhere under the burn.

He decide he'd go check on Stiles. The boy didn't need to go far to getting himself in trouble. He drove the distance enjoying the hum of the engine and the warmth, it was getting cold out. Not that it was bad with his body running hotter than a normal person. Sometime it nice to just be warm air in the cold months.

He parked around the corner incase the Sheriff was home or got back before he left. The Sheriff wasn't home. He jumped to Stiles window and climbed inside. The kid was still sleeping. The dishes from Derek's last visit still setting there. Great so he didn't he hasn't even eat and the sun was already down. Why didn't the Sheriff have someone looking after him. He had to know Stiles couldn't get around. Maybe he figured Scott would help. Why wasn't that pup here anyways?

"Stiles," Derek said shaking him to wake him.

"Huh? What the... Derek why are you back here?" Asked Stiles.

"Because obvious you would starve if I hadn't," point to the dish that still set from his lunch.

"No I wouldn't I would have been fine," Stiles snapped regretting that his stomach told the truth with a grumble. Stiles thought maybe he was losing his mind because it looked like Derek smirked at that.

"I'll see what I can find," Derek said leaving the room.

Derek was in the kitchen make food when he heard the door open and close he froze. Sheriff Stilinski had just gotten home. He had no idea what to do. So he just continued cooking.

"Why are you in my kitchen?" the Sheriff asked.

"Sorry sir I came by to check on Stiles. I knew you work late and it doesn't seem like anyone has come by to check on him." Derek said stirring the noodles he was cooking glad he had thrown more in to begin with.

"Well doesn't mean I completely trust you. But thank you Derek." Mr. Stilinski said.

"I was just making so mac and cheese and hot dogs for him would you like me to cook some extra for you," Kindness towards people like the Sheriff suited Derek well in trying to stay out of trouble.

"No I ate before my shift ended, but feel free to make extra for yourself." He said letting a sigh slip out.

"Bad day huh?" Derek asked.

"I guess you could say that. We found a John Doe with a whole the size of a fist in his chest. With no signs of a gun shot wound." Sheriff Stilinski told him.

"I don't know if you should be telling me this. What would cause something like that," Derek asked knowing full well they had found the alphas body.

"I don't know the forensic pathologist will be here in the morning," He said.

"That's a strange way to find a body." Derek commented plating the food.

"You're telling me. Look I'm not sure I've every said it, but sorry for thinking you ever killed Laura. You taking care of Stiles like this and just getting to know you a bit make me see that you couldn't have ever done that to her."

"Thank you sir. I just wish that some justice could be found for her. Kate was a lot of thing but I really don't think she did that." Derek said know full well the bastard that did was alive and walking around, AGAIN. Mr Stilinski gave him a said smile saying he understood.

"Your dads home," Derek said entering holding two plates of food. He must have run out of vegetables much to Stiles pleasure. They set eating in silence for the most part.

"Your dad says the police found him," Derek said point to Stiles leg. Acknowledgment crossing Stiles face.

In a hushed town Stiles asked, "Why take him, just to lay him out for the police."

"Don't know maybe they didn't plan on them finding him." Derek Said.

"Derek would you stay here a bit longer," Sheriff Stilinski said coming throw the door, "Someone broke into the morgue and stole the thing I told you about."

"Like that's hiding much dad. These like only one thing someone would steal from the morgue." Stiles commented.

"Yes I can stay here. But may I ask why?"

"The more think about the more I like you being here looking after him," thumbing towards Stiles, "He can't get around well and he not good at taking care of himself when he's sick or hurt. Makes me a little less worried about him knowing someone has the time to help him." With that the Sheriff departed.

After a while Stiles spoke looking worried. "Maybe you should go lurk around the station, Derek what if their still there."

"I doubt their still there Stiles," Derek said looking out the window.

"What?"

"Smoke out by that clearing where it happened. Like the kind of smoke you get from a funeral pyre. If I had to bet Stiles, I'd say it them. Its common if you're not burying. Then you burn your loved one where or near the site of their death if you can. Among the wolves it like a code." Derek told him.

"Oh," was all Stile said.

Derek took their plate and the plate from earlier to wash them. When Derek left Stiles was taking his pill. When Derek returned Stiles was trying to balance and get out of his cloths, obvious his leg hurt because he wasn't putting weight on it. Derek came up behind Stiles who was facing the wall and wrapped his arm around his chest stabilizing him so he could get out of the sweatpants he wore. Stiles climbed into bed covering his leg that were now bear all but what his boxers covered.

"Thanks. I think I could have gotten it though."

"That what your dad asked me to do wasn't it help you as need?" Derek asked.

"I suppose it is." Stiles said the pain pill kicking in settling sleep on him.

Derek let him rest and went down to the living room to wait for the Sheriff to return since it was what he was basically asked to do. Derek was woke by the door closing and seen the the faint light in the horizon Mr Stilinski was home. Derek started to get up.

"No just rest, I'm going up to get some sleep before I have to go back. And thank you Derek." Mr. Stilinski when up the steps and Derek let sleep claim him again.

Derek awake again a while later figuring Stiles would be up soon. He soon realized he had another aching problem. He figured it after two days in a row it must have been a side effect of over thinking this mate thing. Derek set there till he felt comfortable enough to walk around. Stiles was still sleeping when he check and the Sheriff was already off again. That man was working himself to death. No wonder Stiles always seem to do what he could to keep him safe.

Derek check to see what was in the house for breakfast. Nope it would never do. Store time he figured. He left Stiles a note on his desk. And walk to his car. It took long than he planed. He hoped Stile was still sleeping when he got back. He got the groceries in the house, 9:50 the clock read. He went to check on the Mr. Adderall.

Stiles was still out of it. Great meant Derek could take his time cooking. Derek did what Stiles later called the "morning fry-up" in an overly done British accent. Derek wasn't sure what a fry-up consisted of but he had made some turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, and hash browns. Stiles insisted on eating at the table, so Derek helped him down stairs. They ate in relative silence.

"This isn't bad considering a mutt cooked it," Stiles said jokingly.

"Stile Shut up."

"What no comment about sinking your teeth into me buddy," Stiles prodded him. Derek Shrugged it off.

When they finished eating Derek went to wash the dish. Stiles said he was alright and skipped the pain pill for the morning.

"So what are the plans for the day sourwolf," Stiles yelled into the kitchen.

"Don't have any unless there something you'd like to do. We didn't talked about it but your dad knew I was here. I assuming he's still wanting someone to watch over you. Your trouble if you've forgotten." Derek replied not seeming to notice the edges of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, like your not. Need I remind you I'm not the one with a whole pack of alphas after me." Stiles retorted.

"Stiles shut-up. I'd like one day of not thinking about the fucked up problems that walked into town." Derek yelled setting the last dish in the drainer.

Derek walked into the dinning room, "So was there something you wanted to do today or not."

"Umm. I'd maybe we could go see Dr. D. There are somethings I wanted to talk about but didn't get the chance on the computer beside I'd like to talk to him in person."

"I don't see this getting us anywhere but I guess," Derek said giving in without a fight. What the hell was wrong with him normally he'd fight tooth and nail not to have to talk to that man.

Derek helped Stiles back up stairs where he change and got ready while Derek waited outside his door. Stile made him bitching about not wanting Derek sneaking peeks. Stile was ready and made it out his door and down the hall but still need Derek's help down the stairs.

They arrived at the vets office. The good doctor was in thank god. Derek probably would have killed the kid if he had driven all over just to find out he wasn't there.

"Well hello what can I do for you two," Deacon said with a knowing look on his face.

"So like trapping the kanima in the building with the mountain ash thing. There wasn't enough I only had like I don't know a hand full left and I made it go 2 feet at least. Was that the ash or was that me?" Stile side obvious he'd over dipped into the adderall again. Derek might have to start watching him with that.

"I told you Stiles that was something only you could do and that you had to believe that you could. Now if that was all this is a place to treat sick animal and despite the stitches and clotted blood I don't think it best place for you here Stiles."

That was also obviously all Deacon was going to say. "Com' on Stiles how about we let him get back to work," Derek told him grabbing his shirt collar and leading him to the door.

"Hey, hey alright I'm going. Bye Dr. D." Stiles called.

They made it do the car, "So anywhere else genius?" Derek asked.

"Nope." Stile said.

Stiles mouth ran almost all the way back to his house. Yep Derek was now taking charge of the adderall too. It was mostly mindless dribble till Stiles went back to the incident outside the rave.

"I wish he had give me a straight answer. Wouldn't it be cool if it was me that did and not just the ash. I mean wouldn't it be great if I could just throw mountain ash in a fight."

"Uh no Stile that would be BAD. We're all wolves, it would afflict us all not just them." Leave to Stile not to think before speaking.

"Oh right that would be bad." Stile shut up then for the rest of the short trip.

Derek Shoulder Stiles weight yet once more up the stairs. It wasn't so bad he was doing all right getting around the flat areas jumping around. It kind of amazed Derek they hadn't given him crutches.

"Why didn't they give you crutches to get around with," Derek more said than asked.

"Because I told them I had some at home."

"Then were are they."

"I don't have any."

"Why not?" Derek asked in annoyed tone.

"Because Dads insurance isn't the best stuff like that we foot the bill for and if you couldn't tell dad works enough."

"Oh," Derek felt a bad. His dad was the town sheriff shouldn't they be well looked after. Guess that's not always the case in small town with a good guy like the Sheriff. Derek doubt that man did anything like fight for an outrages pay rate. I fact Derek could see him doing just the opposite telling people to put it somewhere better. Probably why they were where they were.

"I'm going to play my Xbox want to join me."

"Sure," Probably took the poor man a while to get that was all Derek could think. Not that Stiles was hard on thing as Derek's seen. Other than the Jeep which he'd admit was more of the wolves fault than Stiles. I must make his dad wonder how all this stuff keeps coming up missing out of his son's car.

The spent the next few hours mindlessly shooting things on the TV screen from zombies to just the junk on-screen to try to blow up or smash the zombies with. Derek eventually went to make lunch for them. When Derek got back Stiles was researching again. Just general werewolf lore he wonder if Stiles did that a lot.

"So is that like a hobby of yours?" Derek asked.

"Not really but you know with Scott and everything... Well knowledge is power as they say."

"Yeah I guess your right. Looking for something in particular?"

"Not really just trying to see if I can find some truths among the garbage."

"Well you ever want to know something just ask." Derek figured he might as well tell him. He had no doubt Scott told him everything anyways.

"Right I'll keep that in mind."

"So where is Scott? Has he even come to see you since you got hurt?"

"Well yeah he was here yesterday."

"I thought you two where tie at the hip?"

"Yeah, well not so much right now..." Stile replied

"Why?" Derek simply asked.

Stile hesitated but finally said, "He mad that you've been here. He thinks your just going to get me hurt again. He's just over thinking all of it. Don't worry he'll see it all fine."

Derek was a bit hurt that Scott thought he really let anything happen to him. Stiles decide he was hurting and wanted to take his meds now. Derek got him a snack and asked if he could us his laptop. Derek had text a few wolf he'd met when he and Laura had been out-of-town. He seeing if they knew of a valid website about the wolves and everything that came with them.

He figured Stiles could put the it to good use if they did, we as getting pretty good about researching answers to their problems. Even though Derek wouldn't tell him that. Sometime while waiting to hear from them Derek must have dozed off too.

So not claim this is perfect but here it is. I have to say your all lucky I almost wrote the breakfast in short order how could have read scr/tb/hb/ww. After working at a restaurant most of my life what can I say it habit. I hope to be posting a new one a bit quick maybe a bit of smut in the next one. Isn't that what most people say no sex before the third date.