You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 2

Derek's POV

I lay Stiles down in the back of the car, shutting the door quietly so that I don't wake him and then slide myself into the drivers seat. The car hums to life and I adjust my rearview mirror so that it is facing the sleeping teen in the back of my car, rather than the back window and gently ease my foot onto the accelerator. The car rolls slowly out of the parking lot and I debate taking Stiles home, but given how he is feeling I don't want him left alone and the Sheriff is still at work, so I turn right and head towards the Pack house.

The drive is slow and takes me fifteen minutes rather than my usual five, I can't remember driving so slowly, not ever. But I do, to keep him safe and to let him sleep, he obviously needs it, judging by the bags under his eyes. I pull into my usual space outside the pack house, everyone is already here, their cars and Scott's bike lined up in a row, the lights from the house shining out into the woods. Having my family home rebuilt had taken time, especially with the expansions I had made, but it was worth it. I cut the engine and get out of the car, easing the backseat door open. How am I going to get him out without waking him up? I wiggle onto the seat and ease Stiles gently into my lap, wrapping one arm around his back and the other under his legs before manoeuvring out of the car, trying not to bang his or my head- with success. I had him against my chest now, bridal style and I use my butt to shut the car door before heading for the house. Peter must have seen me through the window because he opens the door to let me in, frowning slightly at the sight of a sleeping Stiles in my arms.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Scott snarls, eyeing his best friend, eyes blaring orange in anger. I flash my dominant red and let a growl rumble from the back of my throat, daring him to challenge me.

"Nothing pup." I snarl quietly, trying not to wake Stiles. "Can't you even smell that he is feeling better" I snap and turn away from him to climb the stairs. We had spare rooms when the house was built but Isaac took one, Erica and Boyd the other, Jackson has claimed one for himself and Danny, Peter obviously has one and Lydia took the final one. Even though they only get used now and then as the only other Pack member that lives here besides me is Peter, and Stiles said he didn't mind because his Dad didn't like him staying out anyway or that he could always just crash on the couch. But now it left him without a bed, so, making a decision, I take him into my room. I don't even notice that Peter has followed until he leans around me to pull back my covers. "Thanks" I whisper, laying Stiles down. I go to pull the blanket over him but then remember that he has his shoes on and of course he wears Converse with the million laces. Typical Stiles. I move to his feet and begin to unlace his shoe, Peter does the other and we wiggle them off together and place them at the side of the bed, Peter leaves then, knowing his help is no longer needed and I pull the duvet over Stiles, right up to his chin. Then I back out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me.

When I get back downstairs, Scott his glaring at me from the armchair in the living room. Anger and mistrust radiating off of him in waves. Asshole.

"What happened?" He asks, teeth clenched as he obviously tries to stay in control and it must be hard for Scott, after losing Alison I bet he's struggling to find a new anchor. So I opt out of riling him up further and just answer his question.

"First of all, don't ever challenge my authority again." I growl, flashing my red eyes at him to make my point. "But, I know you were only worried, so what happened was, well... You could smell him right? He reeked of depression, or at least he did when he came out of school to me. I didn't know what to do so, so I hugged him and he just, he broke down. I led him into the car and let him get it out of his system, has he even spoken about what happened with anyone?" They shake their heads, figures. "Then he just, dozed off. I didn't want to take him home, his Dad is still at work and he would have been alone and despite how Stiles might feel, I don't think he should be left alone right now. So I bought him here." It was a big speech from me, but I guessed I had to explain, to Scott at least, he's always been very protective of Stiles.