Under The Guardian Angel's Protection [Sterek] (boyxboy)

5

12 weeks

The ginger tea did wonders for Derek's stomach, it settling aside from on the occasion where it swooped and he paled, dashing to the bucket. He had, however, gain another problem - bloating.

He'd put his jeans on, tugging the button and stiffly hooking it on. Then he zipped them up his stomach straining against the material. His pants were tight, which he assumed was just bloating from the lack of food other than crackers. It was odd, he'd never ever been bloated before but he shrugged it off, feeling that he was ready to start pack training again.

Isaac and Scott had both arrived early, Scott eyeing Derek warily before shoving Stiles inside of the room and frowning.

"You look...better?" He raised an eyebrow at the older wolf and Isaac curiously turned to his past-Alpha.

Derek nodded, ignoring the shifting of Stiles as he sat down in the corner of the room. He was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore with his leg jiggling up and down, over and over again.

Derek growled slightly. "Warm up."

The nerves and anxiety drifted from Stiles in waves, each time he shook his leg, Derek was hit through his nostrils by it.

He started stretching, trying to ignore Stiles and rolled his neck, it feeling sore.

Scott and Isaac both jumped around a bit, seemingly ignore Stiles too and growling at each other with small shoves.

Derek warned them for rubbing each other up the wrong way because he knew, without a doubt, their wolves would get disobedient if they were irritable. They done it before and Derek had to bang both of their heads together to get them to starting behaving.

Scott snarled at Isaac, shoving him and they both turned into their feral wolf forms. Derek half-rolled his eyes at them before growling himself and shifting.

Stiles watched the three of them, trying not to zone in Derek too obviously. He did notice the dark stubble on his face was growing out and his skin looked pastier than usual. Then, as Derek shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it on the chair that Stiles was sat on, Stiles noticed his arms - lean as usual. The hunter green t-shirt he wore was loosely clinging to his body, making Stiles snap his eyes away because Derek wasn't his to look at.

Scott and Isaac were practice fighting, blocking each other's hits until Derek intruded, agitated at the two.

"Try harder." He hissed out at them.

Isaac puffed, believing that he already was trying his hardest. He launched at Scott with a little more force, making them fall to the ground.

Derek rolled his eyes, picking Isaac up by the collar as Scott threw hits at him. Until Scott turned on Derek, clawing his way and pushing Derek down to the ground. Scott had learnt well.

Scott hovered over the top of Derek, his hand around Derek's throat and a fist raised in the air.

"Stop!" Isaac screeched, realising that Scott was loosing control.

Stiles tensed in his seat, sitting on the edge of the chair and wincing.

Scott blinked and withdrew his fist, enclosing it into his own chest. "Derek...I'm sorry, I just-I lost control a bit there." He laughed sheepishly, climbing off Derek and offering Derek a hand to help him up.

Blinking, Derek vision was hazy and his hearing was muffled as he saw their two mouths moving.

Stiles jumped up from his seat, even if Derek had been an ass to him, he did care about him. He pushed Isaac out of his way slightly, admitting that, yes, he was worried.

"What's he doing? Is he alright?" Stiles shook Derek's shoulder slightly, ignoring Scott panicking beside him about hurting Derek. "Shut up!" He snapped at his best friend.

"He doesn't look good." Isaac commented as he leaned to look down at Derek.

"Derek?" Stiles tapped his face slightly. "Derek?"

Derek puffed out "Fine." before pushing the three away from him and out of his face. He just knew he had to sit down or something. Drawing in a short breath, he announced that pack training was over.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position, frowning at the lack of feeling in his legs. He felt faint like and dizzy.

"Derek! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" Scott rambled, stopping as Derek raised his hand.

"Go home." He told them, finally getting up and forcing himself to walk to the chair, which he promptly propped himself up against.

"But I-"

"Home." Derek growled at them all, throwing himself down on the chair with his hands to his head.

He'd never felt like this before and it was distracting. Wanting to get rid of the tiny bit of excess pud or bloating that he'd gained recently, he was frustrated because his body wouldn't let him.

The three had scarpered out the Hale house, all evidently miserable and wanting to help Derek.

"Tea." He muttered to himself, getting out of his chair and shuffling to the kitchen, where he boiled the kettle.

The ginger tea was warm and soothing to his body, giving him a small buzz whilst making him sleepy, although he had been sleepier than usual anyway.

He felt as slow as a sloth.

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14 weeks

Derek had been fine for a week or so, his body seemingly recovered from the dread bug he had caught many weeks back, until he woke up feeling awful again.

His nose was stuffy, he had an desperate desire for a sweet jam doughnut and he actually felt invigorated upon waking up.

His feet landed on the floor as he got out of bed, using all of his might to push himself up and he sighed with relief. He was feeling good.

Upon raiding the kitchen cupboards, he didn't find anything edible except an empty box of crackers which he had demolished a few weeks back and some off fruit in the bowl. So naturally, he got dressed for a supermarket visit.

At the supermarket, he actually got a trolley - compared to his usual grab things with your two hands and go - which he added jam doughnuts to. He even added fruit, despite wasting the last batch of fruit he'd bought, but he did have an appetite now. To his own pleasure, he'd eaten a peach on the way around the supermarket.