At Your Service.

Service Day.

" Derek Wake up," Peter shouted.

" What, huh, what is it?"

" Your boy toy passed out."

Derek whipped his eyes and looked at Peter then Peter pointed down at the foot of his bed. He felt something move and he knew it wasn't that puppy he wanted when he was 6. It was Stiles.

" Can you get me a wet cloth and idk something that smells strong."

" Like your sock strong cause I can smell them in the corner."

" Like Ammonia Peter goodness!"

Peter ran to the bathroom and gave him a cold damp cloth and hurried down the stairs for the ammonia.

" Stiles can you hear me?" Stiles was unresponsive.

" Stiles it's Derek come on wake up!" He still didn't move. Derek heard Peter coming up the stairs.

" Here, try it." Derek dipped the cloth in the ammonia bottle. The minute he opened it the strong smell hit his sensitive nose.

" Hurry Der I think the smell is burning my nose hairs!"

" Good cause everyone can see them."

He waved the clothing under Stiles nose and by the third wave his eyes started to flutter. Derek looked at Peter surprised that it actually worked. Derek had only seen things like that work on Lifetime.

" Der- Derek?"

" Hey Stiles."

" Why am I in your bed? Why is Peter here? What time is it?"

" Stiles calm down you passed out, can you remember why?"

" I passed out! The last thing I remember is... Oh yeah I did pass out oops."

" But why?"

" You put everything I love in one room why wouldn't I pass out!" Stiles sat up and rubbed his eyes.
" What time is it?"

" It's a little after 3 am."

" Three a.m," Stiles started to scramble for the door, "I'm so sorry for having you guys up this early I'll go to my room and I'll be up to make breakfast before you know it!"

" Your not doing anything with that busted lip and bump on your forehead," Derek blurted.

" Hashtag Overbearing boyfriend," Peter laughed walking out of Derek's room.

" Go suck a dick Peter!"

" Gladly Der- Bear!"

Derek rolled his eyes and patted the spot on the other side of the bed for stiles to come and sit.

" No I'll be fine at least let me go and lay in my room for a hour or so."

" No Stiles, I'm gonna take care of you today like you do for me all the time, now come lay down," Derek said flashing his blood red eyes.

" Yes sir," he said rushing to the other side of the bed.

" I'm- I'm sorry I didn't mean to say it like that I just don't like seeing people hurt."

" Derek it's okay ."
A 15 year old Derek looked up at his dad on his death bed. He flashed his yellow beta eyes and his dad respond with his drained dark red eyes.
" Dad no I- I can't," he said tears welling in his eyes.
" You have to son we both know I don't trust Peter and your sister can't take on this responsibility yet."
" Cora is tough for a 11 year old dad! Laura is older than me! Dad... I'm scared," Derek said wiping his tears.
" It will help your old dad from suffering any longer and worrying whose hands his company is in, now turn around."
A shout was heard from the dining room were the entire Hale family was gathered. Talia, Peter, Laura and Cora ran up the stairs to the master bedroom to see a dead Hale and a unconscious Hale with claw punctures on his neck.
Derek rubbed the back of his neck.

" I'll be taking care of you now anything you'd like I'll get it," Derek said with a slight smile.

" I guess I could use some rest, but I know I'd like more of your smiles please."

Stiles blushed at his lame joke but Derek just smirked and turned to walk out of the room.

" Even Batman needs a day off."