Two Wrongs Make a Right

The Attack

"They're here, Stiles. Stay quiet." Derek whispered.

The basement door squeaked open as Scott and Isaac entered. Stiles was hidden in the closet, in more ways than one, while Derek was god knows where. When the boys reached the centre of the room the basement door slammed shut, Derek was stood behind them.

"I take it you're looking for me." He said with a straight face as Stiles made his way out as quiet as possible until he was behind Isaac, stabbing him with both the daggers.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" Scott growled as he began to turn.

"Doing what I have to in order to stop you from hurting an innocent man." He replied angrily before throwing both daggers at Scott. One stabbed him in the chest, the other was caught.

Scott let out a loud roar. Before they knew it, Malia came bursting in along with Kira.

"I can take Kira," Stiles shouted at Derek, pulling out a machete. "You go for Scott and Malia." Derek nodded as he turned, ready to fight.

Soon enough, Stiles had knocked Kira out while Derek fought Malia. He turned around to see Scott going for Derek and next thing he knew, he was running through his best friends stomach with a machete.

Stiles pulled the machete out before Scott fell to the ground. "You better back off, Scott."

"Or what?" Scott snapped.

"Or I'm gonna brake off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freakin'-"

"That's enough, Stiles." Derek said as Malia fell to the ground. "I can take him." He started walking over to Scott ready to slash his throat, but was stopped by Stiles creating a barrier with his arm.

"Please don't kill him, Derek." Stiles looked at him in the eyes, all Derek saw was sadness, and with that he backed off. "Help me get them out."

Once they reached the front of the house Stiles broke the circle of mountain ash and threw the 4 of them back to the rest of that pack, who stood in shock from seeing Stiles. He grabbed a jar of mountain ash and redrew the circle, trapping Derek in the house.

"You guys better leave Derek alone, or I'll have to kill you myself." Stiles said sternly as he turned back to go in the house with Derek.

"Stiles wait!" He stopped and looked back at Scott, who had healed enough to be able to stand again. "Could you at least tell me why you've fought so hard to keep him safe? Him of all people." Scott asked.

"That's none of your concern, not yet. I'll tell you when I'm ready." Stiles said softly before returning inside the house, Derek following shortly after.

As soon as the door was shut Stiles found himself in Derek's warm embrace, crying into his chest. "I don't want to have to do that again." He said in between sobs.

"Shhh, it's okay." Derek said as he held Stiles tight and stroked his hair. "You never needed to fight them for me, I can handle them."

"But I did need to. I needed to protect you because I love you and if anything happened to you I don't know what I'd do without y-" Stiles rambling was interrupted by Derek pressing his finger to his lips.

"Shhh. You really need to control your rambling." Derek chuckled earning a small smile from Stiles. "You never have to do that again, okay?" Stiles nodded and snuggled his head into Derek's chest.

"I'm sorry I sort of trapped you here, I know you like to sit on my roof to make sure I'm okay." Stiles sighed.

"It's okay, I know you did it to protect me." Derek said, squeezing Stiles a little tighter. "You should go home and get some rest, you look tired."

"Could I stay here with you? I don't want to be alone right now." Stiles sniffled.

"Of course, you should call your dad first, make sure he knows you're out." Derek let go of Stiles so he could call his dad.

Ugh, voicemail he thought. "Hi dad, it's Stiles. I just wanted to call and let you know I'm staying with a friend tonight so I won't be home. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, bye." Stiles sighed as he hung up the phone.

"Okay, come on, you're going to bed." Derek said as he picked Stiles up bridal style and took him to his bedroom. He put the boy on the bed and tucked him in, joining him shortly after.

"Hey Derek?" Stiles whispered. Derek found Stiles' sleepy voice incredibly cute.

"Yes Stiles?" Derek whispered back, stroking Stiles hand with his thumb.

"I love you so so much."

"I love you, too, Little Red." Derek chuckled, kissing the back of Stiles' neck before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sorry that this chapter was so crap, especially the fight part. Things I wanted to include I wasn't sure how to write, so I left it and it didn't turn out great. Anyways, follow my account for notifications when I update, and don't forget to vote :)