Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 7

Derek POV

I followed Stiles inside. Isaac was sitting on the couch and gave us a small wave as we walked inside.

"Where'd you guys go?" He asked.

Stiles walked up the stairs still wearing my jacket, his arms cradling the book Deaton gave him.

"To see Deaton." I said.

"Anything interesting?"

"Maybe." I said walking upstairs.

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I walked into my room to see Stiles curled up in my bed. The book was sitting on my desk.

"You okay?" I asked, walking over to sit by him.

He shook his head. "I don't feel good."

"Do you want anything?"

"I want to feel better." He said.

I rolled my eyes hearing him laugh before coughing. "I'm serious."

He sighed, "Can you just lay with me?" His voice was low and I almost wasn't sure I heard him. "You don't have to." He added.

"It's fine." I said, laying down next to him. "Come here, angel."

He laughed, "Shut up."

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Scott POV

I got over to Derek's for the pack meeting to find everyone except Derek and Stiles.

"They went upstairs and haven't come down." Isaac said, answering the confused expression on my face.

"Oh..." I started. "Why didn't anyone go get them?"

"We were gonna but they're sleeping." Lydia said.

"And neither of them have been sleeping great lately." Isaac cut in again.

"And..." Lydia glared at Isaac. "They're cuddling and it's just too cute to break up."

"Stiles and Derek?" I asked. "Huh, okay." I said going upstairs.

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I heard Stiles and Derek talking softly to each other as I made my way to his room.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I heard Stiles.

"You told me today." Derek replied.

"I know but I feel like I should've said something when it happened."

I heard Derek sigh, "It's honestly not a big deal. Do you want the pack to know?"

"I dunno. Maybe after we know for sure."

"Okay."

I waited a minute before walking into his doorway and knocking.

"Yeah?" Derek asked not bothering to look up at me. Stiles was laying on his chest and he was rubbing the others back.

"Everyone's here..." I said.

"Okay. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I nodded watching them for a few more moments before walking downstairs.

Stiles POV

I sat up so Derek could get out of bed. I watched him walk to his closet and change from his jeans to sweatpants.

"Thanks." He turned to face me giving me a confused look.

"For?" He asked.

I sat quietly for a minute, "Cuddling with me." I said quietly.

He nodded, "Come on." I sighed seeing him hold out a hand to pull me off the bed.

"Wait." I stopped him from pulling me downstairs. "I know you're a werewolf and stuff...but do you have anything for my headache?"

He bit the inside of his cheek and looked around aimlessly for a minute before raising his eyebrows and walking into the bathroom connected to his room.

He brought a pill bottle out to me. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, c'mon." He said wrapping an arm around me.

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I sat through the meeting not focusing on what was being discussed. Derek didn't push the subject of me "being an angel" which I still think is crazy, but I was thankful. I feel like I haven't slept in weeks. My head is pounding. I'm nauseous. I'm honestly just falling apart.

Scott pulled me aside after the meeting. He sat there staring at me. Not saying a word, just staring.

"What?" I laughed.

"Is there something going on?" He started. "Between you and Derek?"

"No, why?"

"You guys were cuddling, Stiles."

I laughed, "He was just trying to help me feel better. He'd do it to anyone else in the pack too, you know that."

"You know, you can tell me anything right?"

"Yes Scott, that's normally how our friendship works." I sighed.

"I just...don't want you to think I'm gonna hate you or something...if you know...there is something going on."

"Scott, I promise you, there isn't anything going on. He was trying to make me feel better."

Scott nodded, "Did you go see Deaton?"

"Yeah, we're not totally sure what's wrong." I lied, hoping Scott either doesn't notice or ignored it.

"I'm sure he'll figure it out. Try to feel better." He smiled.

I nodded following him into the kitchen. Isaac smiled at us as we walked in, Scott immediately going over to the other.

"What are you making?" I asked, walking over to Derek who was at the stove.

"Soup." He replied.

I laughed, leaning closer to him. "Scott thinks we're fucking." I whispered to him.

He turned to look at Scott and Isaac before turning back to me. "Would that be so bad?" He whispered in my ear biting on the top before walking away.

Excuse me, what just happened?