Homeless Guardian

House Guest

Stiles woke up with a big grin on his face. One that only widened when he saw the attractive, homeless man in his father's bed where he left him.
He was so cute and fluffy.
Like a giant puppy.
Stiles put his mild crush on the backburner and went to take a shower.
Where he wondered what he could do to make Derek feel more welcomed.
He made breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, turkey bacon, hash browns and orange juice.
Satisfied with himself, Stiles took some to go, wrote Derek a note and left for school.
He had to foot it because he still didn't get a chance to fix his jeep, due to last night's events.
With no other way around it, Stiles had to cut through the creepy preserves. That he hated with a passion. But he was late so he had to brave it.
The last time he's been through here, was when he followed his dad on duty years ago. Creeped him out then too.
This time that creepy abandoned house was occupied.
"What are you doing on our property?!" An angry, hairy man asked. Coming out to the front porch.
"Nothing. Just passing through." Stiles said softly and kept moving.
Head down. But he still felt someone yanked him backwards.
"You passed the wrong way, pretty boy." He said. Another came out.
"Don! What are you doing?"
His friend asked him.
"I found this cute little kid wandering around on our property." Don said.
"You're hurting me! I don't want to be here either. I was just trying to get to school on time." Stiles said struggling.
"Ain't that sweet. Hold him." Deckard demanded his partner.
"No!" Stiles said and tried to get away.
"Human. But something smells familiar..." Deckard said as he sniffed Stiles. Making Stiles uncomfortable.
"Who cares? Let's just kill him." Don said impatiently. After a few seconds, he agreed and broke out some unnaturally long nails and was about to slit his throat. That was when adrenaline kicked in and Stiles used his right leg to trip Don. Knocking him to the ground. Giving Stiles the chance to scamper away. He managed to get half a mile out of the woods before his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged back to that house.
"Who sent you?" Deckard asked.
"No one! I just want to leave!" Stiles cried. His ankle killing him.
"Now why don't I believe that?" Deckard asked sarcastically.
"If you're going to kill me, just do it and get it over with!"
Stiles demanded, frustrated.
"I knew you smelled familiar. Derek Hale...You're his little bitch boy now.
In that case..."
After minutes of kicks, scratches and punches, Stiles was allowed to leave.
Going to School like nothing happened.

Back at the house, Derek finally found the will to get out of the most comfortable bed ever. He would stay in longer but he had things he needed to do.
Derek started by washing the sleep out of his eyes. Finding a toothbrush with his name on it.
That was very thoughtful of him.
Then he made his way down to the kitchen where breakfast had gotten cold at this point. A note on the fridge, saying he left him breakfast and to help himself to his dad's closet, anything in fridge, anything in the house and just make himself comfy.
A warm feeling started bubbling inside of him that he just dismissed as gas and took that shower while the food reheated.
It felt so good to be clean after so long. An actually shower. Not just a moist towelette in the gas station bathroom.
He went through the closet to see what fit him. Apart from being a little snug in the shirt department but everything fit.
He found a razor and gave himself a clean shave before cleaning up and having breakfast(Which was delicious).
He went through Stiles' bookcase and read a few before getting down to business. Figuring out how to reclaim his damn property. The fact that they had the deed to his house posed a problem. And storming it when he was outnumbered by four wasn't working. He just got his ass kicked.
He had nothing. Not a thing. Only thing he could think about was Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that summoned him in the kitchen.
And Stiles' scent all over everything made it difficult to focus.
So he just went outside. No food. No scents. Just him and nature.
But...he saw Stiles' jeep sitting there and wondered how he got to school.
Then he wondered if he could fix it.

Stiles went to work and acted like everything was normal there too.
His boss fretted over him but Stiles swore he was fine.
Work ended around 11:00 and Deaton insisted on taking him home.
Even though Stiles thought it was out of his way, Stiles allowed him and thanked him for the lift.
Derek was waiting up for him.
"Hey! You're still here."
Stiles said warmly.
"Yeah. Why are getting home so late?" Derek asked as Stiles moved to the kitchen. A clean kitchen.
"Work. You cleaned up? You didn't have to do that." Stiles smiled.
"Eh, no big deal. Breakfast was delicious." Derek said.
"Thanks. What'd you do for lunch?" Stiles asked tiredly.
"Chicken sandwich." Derek said.
"That doesn't seem like enough for you but if it's what you wanted...
Did you have dinner?" Stiles asked.
"Yep. Cereal." Derek said. Leaning on the island where he sat, drinking water. "So...You gonna tell me what happened?" Derek asked.
"You shaved." That response was all Derek needed to get the drift.
A big, fat hell no.