Let me fix you

Untitled Part 2

Derek held Stiles close as the rest of the service continued. He glanced at Scott who looked back with a mixture between confusion and concern.

“It’s okay” He mouthed the words to Scott.

He knew how Stiles must feel. He lost his family too. Orphaned at a young age much like Stiles.

Looking down at the boy in his arms he couldn’t help but pull him in tighter.

As much as Stiles annoyed the living shit out of him most days, no one deserves to lose a father like he did.

“Don’t go” Whimpered a barely audible Stiles.

Gently pressing his lips to Stiles’ ear he replied.

“I’m not going anywhere”

The tiniest of smiles crept to his lips as the obviously sleep deprived boy fell into a grief run slumber.

When Stiles woke he wasn’t in his bed. In fact to be honest he didn’t even know whose bed he was in.

All he did know was that he felt a little bit better. That was the first time he had actually slept since he got the phone call.

Laying back against the pillows he stared at the celling. The bed was warm and comfortable.

After laying there for a few more minutes the smell of bacon and coffee made its way to his nostrils drawing him out of the safety and warmth of the bed.

As he drawled back the quilt he discovered that he wasn’t in his suit anymore but instead in sweats and a shirt.

“Who undressed me?” He wondered outloud, gripping his hand on the doorhandle only to find a concern looked Isaac staring back at him.

“Isaac?”

“Stiles” Replied the curly haired guy, wrapping his arms around Stile’s frame and pulling him close.

Hesitating he returned the gesture.

“Where am I?” He asked pulling away. Confusion written on his face.

“Derek’s. He bought you here after..”

“After the funeral?” Finished Stiles.

Isaac looked at him sadly before pulling him into another hug.

“Derek made breakfast”

Nodding slightly, Stiles stared at Isaac. Still trying to digest the information he just received.

Together they made their way down the spiralling staircase. Something just didn’t fit right with him.

Why would Derek bring him here? It wasn’t like they were friends or even acquaintances.

Hell, he wasn’t even really friends with Isaac. He was more of Scott’s friend considering they were both in Derek’s pack. So the whole hugging him thing was weird.

As they reached the bottom of the staircase his eyes found Derek.

The man had his back to him in the kitchen. His usually styled hair was messy from sleep and he wore baggy sweats and a tight white shirt.

Even from the distance he could see his tattoo between his shoulder blades.

“Stiles’ up” Muttered Isaac, heading towards the kitchen and taking a seat on one of the breakfast stools.

“Huh?” Replied Derek as he turned around. His piercing green eyes landed on Stiles.

A small smile rested on his lips.

“Morning”

“Morning” Hesitated Stiles as he took a seat next to Isaac.

Several questions looped in Stiles’ head.

After some uncomfortable silence Derek spoke.

“Have a good sleep?” He asked turning back to his cooking.

“Mmm” Yawned Stiles as he had a proper look around Derek’s place.

 He’d hate to admit it but since the last time Stiles had been to the loft it had improved miraculously.

Luscious furniture filled the space with art work on the walls.

If Derek wasn’t so grumpy and moody majority of the time. Stiles thought he could be a designer.

“So...” Spoke Stiles. Turning his attention to both Isaac and Derek.

“How did I get here? I don’t remember falling asleep”

“You fell asleep at the service. Scott and I decided it was best that you weren’t alone and he had to work today so we brought you here” Stated Derek, as if it was obvious.

“Oh” Muttered Stiles, picking at his fingers.

“Derek I’m hungry” Mumble Isaac breaking the obvious awkward tension.

“Isaac, you’re always hungry” Grumbled Derek, “But it’s finished so grab some plates”

Groaning as if it was the hardest thing to do, Stiles watched him do as Derek said.

Their relationship was weird to Stiles.

He knew a little about Isaac’s past. How his abusive dad died due to the kanima and that his mom passed when he was young. He also knew that Derek became his legal guardian. His dad had helped him with the forms.

Sadness creep inside his throat as he felt his eyes begin to water.

“Stiles” Spoke Derek interrupting his thoughts, “Want some bacon and eggs or just toast?”

“Bacon please” He replied silently. Watching the man fill the plate and pouring coffee for the three of them.

The three ate in silence. Stiles stared down at his food picking at pieces of bacon before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I thought we could just watch some movies today and just take it easy. If that’s okay with you?”

Stiles shrugged at Derek’s question and bit his lip.

“Can it be starwars?”