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Scott was the first one to arrive at the loft, and he really wished that he wasn’t. He could hear the soft whispering coming from just behind the door, and he took a deep breath. He was not prepared for what he actually found when he opened the door. Stiles and Derek were sitting on the couch, Stiles pressed into Derek’s side, and Stiles was almost asleep. No matter how many times he saw them, he couldn’t understand the comfort that his best friend found with the older man.
“Hey, Scott. You are a little early, the food hasn’t even gotten here yet,” Derek said, not looking at him.
“How did you know it was me?”
“I heard your bike a mile away and I caught your scent as soon as you stepped into the building. Come in. Shadow, no biting.”
Scott looked down and saw the puppy getting ready to pounce on his foot.
“How often does he bite?” Scott asked, watching the puppy huff and walk back over to the couch.
“Not often, but he’s been pushing boundaries. He gets that from Stiles.”
“Does not. He gets it from Peter,” Stiles said, not opening his eyes and pressing closer to Derek.
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This time, Scott was actually running a little behind for the pack meeting. He ran into the loft and found the rest of the pack sitting in the living room.
“Is the meeting already over? I didn’t think work would run over that much,” He said.
“No, Stiles is finishing dinner, and Derek won’t let him be alone, so we are waiting for them to come out of the kitchen,” Erica said, snuggling down between Boyd and Isaac.
Scott sighed and decided to go and get their Alpha. He was expecting to see Derek sitting at the counter, talking to Stiles as he cooked. However, what he found was Derek pressed to Stiles’ back, his nose pressed into his neck.
“Sourwolf, it was one nightmare. That is actually an improvement. Stop being so overprotective for a moment, we are with the pack. And, I can’t reach all my spices when you are pressed into my back,” Stiles said softly, reaching back to run his fingers through Derek’s hair.
“You still smell scared. I don’t like it. Shadow is living in your pocket, literally, so I’m not the only one who is worried about you,” Derek replied, his words muffled by the fact that he didn’t remove his face from Stiles’ neck.
“I’ll be okay. I’m safe here, you and Shadow have made that possible. So, you are going to back up a little and let me finish dinner, so we can go and have our pack meeting.”
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It was completely Isaac’s fault that Scott even went looking for Stiles. He had told him that Stiles had caught a bad cold, and Scott was sure that Derek didn’t know how to handle it. He made his way over to the loft.
“Scott?” John said, looking over when the door was opened.
“Is Stiles okay?” Scott asked frantically.
“Stiles? Yeah, he just has a cold. Derek called me and I’ve been here for a few days. Why are you here?”
“You trust him to be able to take care of Stiles?” Scott asked in disbelief.
John was shocked for a moment before he closed his eyes and shook his head.
“I trust Derek to know when he needs help. That’s why I’m here, in case he needs help. Why are you here? Because you don’t trust him to know how to take care of my son?”
Scott looked down at his feet.
“I…”
“Go, go look at them. Then, you can tell me that he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
Scott immediately took off to the master bedroom. What he found wasn’t what he expected. Derek was sitting on the bed, looking over some paperwork. Stiles was laying on the bed, his head in Derek’s lap, sniffling as he let Shadow paw and nose at his face.
“Ugh, I’m so sorry you have to deal with me...” Stiles said before he let out a sneeze.
“Shh. No, honey, you’re fine. I love taking care of you.” Derek said, running his fingers through Stiles’ hair.
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Scott was jealous the moment that he realized that he was no longer Stiles’ anchor. It started when he had to find out from his mom that Stiles had been going to see a therapist at the hospital once a week. He should have known something like that. When it finally sunk in was when Stiles had a nightmare during one of their pack nights.
Stiles jumped awake, screaming. Erica and Isaac, who were sitting on the couch next to him, immediately jumped up and moved. Meanwhile, Scott walked towards him.
“Stiles? Hey, it was just a dream, man,” He said, reaching to touch his shoulder.
“No! Don’t-Don’t touch me!” Stiles yelled, flinching away. His eyes were wild, his breathing fast and shallow, his whole body trembling in fear.
Derek came back into the room and pushed Scott away from Stiles. He sat down and gently took Stiles by the hand, holding it firmly
"I'm not going to hurt you", Derek whispered. Their eyes meet. "Listen to me. You're safe and they aren't going to hurt you again. Trust me, I won't let anybody hurt you. This is real, you can feel my warmth, you can see my face, you can touch, you are my Stiles."
Eventually, Stiles calmed down enough that Derek felt it was safe to replace his hand with Shadow.
“Alright, everyone out. Pack night is being rescheduled.” Derek said.
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Scott smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Kira’s hand. She returned the smile, anxious to meet the other pack that occupied the territory.
“Are you sure they won’t mind?” She asked.
“Nah, Stiles said it was okay. Derek would never go against what Stiles says. Come on, I want to introduce you to my best friend.”
Scott led her into the loft, immediately greeted by Shadow.
“Oh, you are so cute,” Kira said, letting Shadow sniff at her and paw at her leg.
“Shadow, can you let them inside, please? Hello, Scott,” Derek said, coming out of the kitchen.
Scott was not surprised to see Stiles getting a piggyback ride from his mate, even though he was surprised to see that he was asleep. Now that he had found Kira, he understood exactly why Derek let Stiles cling to him.
“Derek, this is Kira. Kira, this is the other Alpha of the area, Derek Hale. Stiles is the one currently asleep on his back,” Scott said, letting Kira settle under his arm.
“Nice to meet you,” She said, smiling softly.
“Nice to meet you. Stiles, you have guests, you need to wake up before our child eats them,” Derek said, directing the last part to his mate.
“Not asleep, you smell good. Put me down or I will fall asleep.” Stiles groaned.