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sassy-alpha:

AU - Derek saves Stiles from Gerard.

Derek shut the engine off and placed his hands on his steering wheel. He wasn’t sure what to say to the boy sitting next to him. Compassion wasn’t really his thing; neither were feelings. But for some reason, his blood was boiling from the moment he clawed his way into that basement. Even now, as he glanced sideways at Stiles’ profile, he wanted to shred heads. The dusting of bruises on his cheekbone and the swollen, cut lip had Derek gripping the sides of his jeans to keep from putting his fists through the windshield.

Stiles took a deep breath and licked his lips, staring straight ahead at his front door. “Thanks for the ride,” he said quietly, his hand resting over the door handle. “And, you know, for saving my life.”

Before Derek could answer, Stiles had slammed the door shut behind him. He made his way to the garage and lifted it open, falling backwards and clutching his side.

Derek rushed to his side instinctively and laced an arm around his slender waist. He reached for Stiles’ arm and slung it over his shoulder, helping him into the garage. He could hear Stiles’ heart racing. “Relax,” he said. “Your dad isn’t here. I’m just gonna get you settled and I’ll leave.”

“I’m fine,” he whispered, and Derek knew Stiles was lying. He wasn’t fine; he was about the break down.

“Just shut up and walk,” he ordered in the gentlest tone he could muster.

They’d made it all the way up the stairs and into Stiles’ bedroom. Derek had walked out long enough to find some peroxide and a towel. When he returned, he found Stiles lying at the edge of his bed, rubbing his shoulder.

He watched the boy for a few minutes, studying his body, gauging just how injured he really was. He watched as Stiles’ chest rose and fell in scattered movements. That small stutter matched the rapid breaths escaping his lips. Derek’s face twisted with anger and he had half a mind to stalk back to Gerard and snap his neck where he stood. But Stiles was alone, and he needed someone for the time being. Derek was going to be that person.

He slowly entered the room and sat down next to Stiles. He poured some peroxide on the towel and blotted the boy’s cheek.

Stiles winced and drew back, sitting up and scooting away from him. He touched his cheek and looked into Derek’s eyes. “What are you doing?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Cleaning your cuts, now stop moving.” Derek moved closer to Stiles again and put the towel to his cheek. This time, Stiles winced, but stayed still, allowing Derek to wipe away all the dried blood. “Did Gerard say anything to you before I got there?”

“If you’re asking if he revealed his master plan to me, the answer is no.”

“How’d you end up with the shiner?”

Stiles smiled and rubbed his chin. “That would be courtesy of my zest for life.”

Derek couldn’t help but chuckle as he put his hands in his lap. “You mean your annoying personality?”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You mean my endearing personality.”

Derek nodded and smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “Sure.”

“Yeah, well, I guess this is what I get when I try to play hero. I keep forgetting I’m inferior to everyone around me, that I don’t possess super strength or crazy sharp claws that pop out when I get pissed.”

A shockingly comfortable silence fell between the two as they sat side by side on the edge of Stiles’ bed. Derek wracked his brain for the right thing to say, but alas, he didn’t know how Stiles felt. He could never; all his life, Derek had been superior to those around him. He was a werewolf; he had the strength and the skills that most humans lacked. It actually killed him that he couldn’t empathize with this fragile boy sitting next to him, this boy that he actually found himself caring about. “Stiles,” he started.

Stiles shook his head and slapped Derek on the knee, pulling his hand away almost immediately. “Do me a favor; can you save the jab for another time? I’m kind of tired.”

Derek bit his lip and sighed, resting his hands on his knees. “Listen to me,” he said finally before turning to Stiles. “I’m sorry that this happened. I wish… I really wish that it didn’t. But I promise you this: I will not let them hurt you ever again Stiles. I’ll keep you safe, and I will kill any threat that comes to you.”

Stiles studied Derek’s face for any sign of jest. It startled him to find the sincerity staring back at him.  It wasn’t like Derek to express any form of feeling. Well, aside from anger and annoyance. “Uh, thanks I think.”

Derek hesitated. “I mean it,” he pressed. “I promise, Stiles. I will keep you safe no matter what.” 

Источник: hardypine