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Glancing across the street as they passed the others, Stiles tossed them a wave. If he’d been alone he probably would have spent the next half hour talking to those two. Scott, his best bud didn’t make a move towards them. He knew how Derek was with other wolves and Isaac, Scott’s wolf, was pretty jumpy too. Although if Derek was going to meet another wolf, Stiles wanted it to be Isaac. Isaac being a submissive, younger, male. Probably at Scotts place so that Derek wasn’t territorial. He actually planed on having them meet once he knew Derek wouldn’t out right attack Isaac. It’d be good to just test the waters. 

His eyes flipped back to Derek when he spoke. “Of course big guy. Curly or straight?” HE asked. “Its a very important question, okay? You can’t just buy a mans fries without knowing what he wants the to be shaped like.” Stiles pointed out with a grin before reaching up and pushing his fingers into Derek’s hair. “That was very good, by the way. No luging or growling. That was good, Derek.” He said again making sure that Derek really heard him. Understood how good he really was being.

Derek turned his head to glance at the other werewolf, making sure they were keeping their distance.  He was still between Stiles and the other wolf, but he was trying to keep his posture docile.  Listening to Stiles talk about fries drew a smile from Derek, though.  “Straight,” he answered, though he knew that Stiles would probably regard it as an affront to all things good and beautiful.  

Dipping his head down, Derek leaned into the touch, but without dropping his watchful attention of their surroundings.  He nodded when Stiles praised him.  It felt good, of course, to know that Stiles was pleased with him.  He wanted to be good.  He just didn’t like being near wolves he didn’t know.  They were unpredictable, dangerous.  They frightened him, to be truthful.  Not that he would admit that aloud.

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The smile that Derek gave him was really something. Some other people may have tried to train Derek to be a show wolf. He’d probably make a lot of money doing it. But the whole thing had always made Stiles sort of uncomfortable. Having werewolves strip down in front of judges and perform like dogs. But Werewolves weren’t dogs. They had a higher thinking like humans. Sure, there animals sides were stronger and training was often good for them. Giving them a sense of purpose and boundaries. But that always seemed like a step to far. 

Following Derek’s gaze as he tensed, Stiles watched one of his neighbours come around the corner with there werewolf. The two where chatting and didn’t seem to see Stiles or Derek. “Its okay Derek.” Stiles promised as he reached out and touched his hair. Stiles remained outwardly calm not wanting Derek to think anything of the other two. He looked to right and across the street. “Come on.” He pulled lightly on the least, just enough to show Derek they were crossing the street. He wasn’t about to walk right past those two with Derek. They’d fair better just stepping across the street. He lead Derek to the other sidewalk and looked at him. “Hey, just look at me okay. Think about what kinda food you want. Fries? Onion rings? Both?” Stiles asked hoping to provide some distraction from the passing woman and her werewolf. 

Derek appreciated Stiles’ comforting touch, but it didn’t ease his tension.  He just didn’t like other werewolves near Stiles.  There was too much that could go wrong.  When it came down to it, Derek didn’t trust other werewolves.  He barely trusted himself not to hurt someone.  

The tug on the leash helped pull Derek back into the moment, refocus his attention on Stiles.  Derek followed obediently.  He kept his head down, but he was still watching the other werewolf in his periphery.  When Stiles spoke, it took Derek a second to respond, but he forced himself to pull his eyes from the unknown were and look at Stiles instead.  “Fries,” he answered a beat later.  “Please.”

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Training had actually come rather easily for Stiles. He wondered if it was because of Derek’s past. The guy had been so affection deprived that it was a good motivator when it came to training him. They still had things to work on of course. Aggression towards other werewolves seemed to be ingrained in Derek. Which Stiles understood given his past but they were working on it. Slowly. With positive reinforcement being the back bone of all the training that Stiles did with Derek. After all it was hard to look at that face, those amazing hazel eyes, and scold him. Even if it was for something small. Normally, Stiles didn’t punish Derek for doing something against his training. He just didn’t give him anything either. Scolding only happened for big things. Like attacking another wolf or person. 

Stiles held Derek’s leash rather tightly. He was big guy, much bigger then Stiles and if he wanted to pull Stiles over he probably could. Not that he could pull Stiles down the street but he’d take him off his feet for sure. So he held tight just incase another wolf came around the corner or something spooked Derek. When he spoke, Stiles looked over at him. A smile spread across his face as he looked at his wolf. “Yeah,” He nodded. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of Derek talking. But he did bump shoulders with the other, happy to hear his voice. “It’ll actually be against the law  for them to not let you in with me.” He explained. “Thats why we gotta do this training.”

Whether Derek could, physically, injure or escape Stiles wasn’t really a question in his mind.  That was why wolves like him weren’t usually pets.  But the real question was whether Derek would do something like that, not whether he could.  And the answer was a resounding no.  He had no desire to leave Stiles.  Both for his own sake, and because he wanted to be close to Stiles to protect him.

A small smile appeared on Derek’s face, unconsciously mirroring Stiles.  “Okay,” Derek said softly, nodding.  That would be worth whatever training was coming.  It wasn’t just going to school with Stiles, it was everywhere.  

Derek smelled another wolf on the breeze and tensed up, lifting his head to sniff the air.  There was another wolf nearby, getting closer.  Derek’s brow furrowed and he glanced at Stiles.

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Things were going far more smoothly than Stiles had thought they would upon bringing Derek into there home. He’d never had to train a dog let alone a werewolf so he hadn’t known how good he would be at it. Derek, thank god, had taken a liking to him. He liked his dad too, but- Well, lets put it this way. At the end of the night, Derek curled up at the end of Stiles bed. He had free rane to go where he wanted but he always ended up at the end up right there. Which would be good because Stiles was going to be training Derek to wake him up if a nightterror stated. He could be trained to listen to Stiles heart beat and breathing. To wake him before it got to a beat to fast. He was looking forward to it. Both for his own sanity and so that he and Derek could bond more. 

Smiling when Derek’s features lightened, Stiles picked up the leash. He turned around and looked down at Derek. “Good boy,” Stiles smiled and clipped the collar around Derek’s throat, the tags attached to it giggling lightly. They hand his name and Stiles home phone numbed and address on them. A long with the fact that he was a registered and owned werewolf on another tag. Patting his head a few times, Stiles slipped back into his shows and clipped the leash on to Dereks collar. “You wanna walk down to that burger place? I’ll go throw the drive throw and get you something as well.” He offered with a smile as he opened the front door and headed out. 

The praise made Derek’s chest feel warm and soft, and he smiled up at Stiles.  Derek hadn’t really liked being praised, before, with most of his masters.  Especially Kate.  He’d thought it was condescending.  Now, though, with Stiles, he realized the difference.  Kate had never meant it.  Every time she’d said it, it had been sarcastic, a humiliation, to remind him that he was an animal.  But when Stiles said it, it meant he was happy with Derek.  He said it because he really thought Derek was good.  And that felt wonderful.  

Derek stood again when the leash was on and nodded, placidly following Stiles out the door, still barefoot.  He sent Stiles another smile when he was offered a burger.  His smile faded after a moment, his brow furrowing in thought.  “If..” he started hesitantly, glancing towards Stiles to make sure it was okay to ask a question.  “If I pass the training...  will they.. let me in?  To places like that?  With you?”

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Training Derek was like walking a very tight rope. He wanted Derek to talk, wanted him to know that could talk. That he would never be told to shut up or be silenced physically. Stiles wanted to encourage him to talk but he didn’t want to force it. He didn’t want Derek to think he’d be punished for not speaking. So most of the time he let it slide when Derek didn’t speak and praised him when he did. That was sort of his tactic with everything when it came to training. At least, as much as possible. 

Stiles could see that Derek was nervous and sighed. He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “It’s gonna be good Derek. Okay? I promise. Well worth it once we’re done.” He promised. “And we’re gonna take little steps. One foot in front of the other style, till we’re done.” He went on before looking out the window. “You wanna go for a walk?” Stiles asked as he took a step back towards the door. His hands already finding Derek’s leash and collar. It was big, brown, leather thing that they’d had fitted for Derek a few weeks ago and the leash matched. 

Derek nodded and shifted closer to Stiles.  His gaze was low, submissive, and his head was ducked as he stepped into Stiles’ space, bumping their hips together.  He was still hesitant to touch Stiles with his hands unbidden, but Stiles always seemed to react well when Derek nudged him or displayed any kind of affection.  Derek had been slow to do so at first, but he was more open about it now, more willing to get close to Stiles and wordlessly ask for attention and reassurance.  He knew that the training would be okay as long as Stiles was there with, but he was still nervous.  Training was never exactly a fun time.  

When Stiles mentioned a walk, Derek looked up, more bright eyed than a moment ago, and smiled.  He nodded once, firmly.  He liked walks.  It was good to get out of the house, to move, to smell the fresh air.  He was allowed in the back yard, which was good, but not enough to satisfy him.  He loved the Stilinski home, it was the best place he’d ever lived, but he still felt cooped up after a while.  When Stiles picked up the collar, Derek immediately knelt next to him, making it easy for Stiles to put the collar on him.  

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“Look who decided to show up.” Stiles smiled over his shoulder at Derek when he felt the wolf brush against him. Reaching over with one hand, Stiles fingers found Derek’s hair. He scratched across his scalp lightly and then smoothed his hair back out before going back to opening up the letter. “How was you’re day?” Stiles asked as he pulled out the note and unfolded it. 

His brown eyes flicked across the white page before landing on some nice big bold words. “We got accepted, Derek!” Stiles grinned as he turned to face the wolf completely. “That’s really amazing. We have to go and make sure you’re suitable for the program but after that we can start your testing big guy.” He pat Derek’s head again. “And once we get that done you can start coming with me to class and stuff.” Stile explained with a slight bounce in his legs now. “Derek this is awesome.”

Derek tipped his head towards Stiles’ hand and pushed into it slightly, enjoying the touch.  It had taken a little while for him to get used to being touched like this, but he liked it now.  From Stiles, at least.  He didn’t think he would let anyone else touch him like that.

When Stiles asked about his day, Derek just shrugged.  There wasn’t much to tell, and more than that, Derek had been conditioned to speak as little as possible.  Animals weren’t supposed to talk.  Stiles allowed him to speak, even encouraged it at times, but Derek still hadn’t quite gotten in the habit of it.

Derek peered down at the paper as Stiles read, then looked back up at Stiles.  He wasn’t as thrilled as Stiles obviously was, but Derek smiled anyway, just because Stiles was happy.  He loved seeing stiles happy.  Derek’s smile was small compared to Stiles’ exuberance, a little shy, but there nonetheless.  He was nervous about the whole testing and training thing, but he did want to be allowed to go with Stiles when he left the house.  Derek didn’t like Stiels being alone out there.

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As stressful as it was to teach Derek not to fight everyone and everything that came through the front door, it was just starting to look like it’d be worth it. At first he hadn’t been sure what his dad was thinking. Bringing home a werewolf that was in as bad a shape as Derek was. Not that Stiles didn’t want to help, he did, but he needed a service animal, not an attack dog. Although, as the last month had gone on and Derek had settled in with his family, Stiles was starting to see whatever his dad had seen in the guy. He was loyal, protective yeah but that was manageable, and smart. 

He was looking forward to the day that he’d get to actually start Derek’s service training. Of course they had to make sure he wouldn’t just attack another werewolf first. Which he was getting better at as long as Stiles or his dad was around. It was progress. He even let Scott sit next to him on the couch the other day. Really, hew as focusing on the good because he really did like Derek. A lot. He was easy on the eyes too. Not that Stiles was going to say that out loud. God no.

Today was alright, no full on attacks but that was rare for Stiles these days. He often had spikes of anxiety. Normally over the smallest things but he could hardly help it. So when he got home, he was in a pretty good mood. Tired, yeah, but good. He pushed the front door open, kicked off his shows and hung up his jacket before looking towards the living room. “Der?” He called into the house knowing that his dad wasn’t home yet. Stiles dropped his bag off by the door and went to grab the mail. He shuffled through it before landing on a letter from the Service animal registry board. “Oo, exciting stuff Derek. Don’t want to miss this.” He called again knowing that the wolf was probably on his way. 

Derek knew Stiles was there from the moment he  pulled in the drive way, of course.  The only reason Derek wasn’t at the door to greet him was that he was embarrassed about how much happy he got when Stiles came home these days.  It was ridiculous.  He was a grown man.  Wolf.  Whatever.  He shouldn’t sit at the door like a puppy waiting for Stiles.

So Derek managed to count to ten before joining Stiles.  As always, Derek moved quickly and almost silently, his bare feet making no noise on the carpet, and alerted Stiles to his presence by nudging their shoulders together.  He looked down at what Stiles was holding, curious.

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Nodding, Stiles did his best not to think about what every click from Derek’s phone meant. He didn’t want to think of what it looked like on the other side of the camera. He just wanted to get clean and see a doctor. But this was necessary. Because as much as Stiles wanted to completely forget this ever happened, letting Kali get away with it made him feel sicker than he already did. She deserved to be punished for this shit. He wasn’t hers to do with whatever she wanted anymore. 

When Derek put his phone down, Stiles sat back down on the toilet and looked at him. Watched him move back and take his hand. Letting out a soft sigh, Stiles swallowed. He felt a small draw of pain run away from his sides and ankle. “Derek, theres no point. You’re just hurting you.” He mumbled his hand turning to hold the other mans. He wondered if they really could do anything about it. They’d have to go back to the coffee shop. Get his coat and that note. If they had that maybe they’d have a case. 

He blinked when Derek stopped taking his pain and looked up at the master. “We’re not gonna let her get away with this.” He mumbled before shaking his head. Maybe Derek would let him take self defence classes or something. But he wouldn’t be this helpless again. Not even against werewolves. 

Derek looked up at Stiles, giving him a small glare.  “Let me do it,” he said firmly, still pulling at Stiles’ pain.  He wouldn’t go far enough to actually injure himself.  He knew the more hurt Stiles was, the more likely he was to insist that Derek not take any of it.  Derek wasn’t completely sure why that was.  

After another moment, Derek let go of Stiles’ hand and pulled away, sucking in a deep breath as the pain faded.  Then he moved to the tub to put the plug in and get it filling.  Turning back to Stiles, he held his hand out to help Stiles into the bath.  “If that’s what you want,” he said softly, “I’ll fight this.  I’ll take her to court.  I’m sure I could at least get a restraining order.”  

Derek lowered Stiles down, carefully guiding the boy to sit in the warm water slowly filling the tub.  “Tell me if I touch somewhere I shouldn’t,” he said as he started to wash away the dirt and dried blood.

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Life in the Stilinski house wasn’t like anything Derek had experienced before.  

Prior to a month ago, Derek had been considered a fighting dog.  He still had the look of one.  Kate Argent herself had gone to great lengths to train Derek.  He’d been used for things other than fights, of course, like sex, or the occasional manual labor.  But he’d never been a pet.  

Once he got past the strangeness of it all, it wasn’t so bad here.  Sheriff Stilinski was a good man, and he treated Derek well.  And Stiles was... something else entirely.  But something good.  Derek still didn’t know what to make of Stiles.  All he knew was that, by now, he missed Stiles when he was away.

Stiles was at class now.  Or, he had been.  At the moment, he ought to be on his way home.  And Derek... definitely was NOT waiting in the living room watching out the window.  He was.... watching something else.  Out the window.  

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Back when he was a child, sometimes his father would tell him about the law and how it worked. Mostly because Stiles asked and he could, even when he was young, understand concepts as complex as basic law. He liked to learn about his fathers job but now he couldn’t recall most of it. There had to be something. This couldn’t just happen to slaves that were owned. 

He swallowed. “Guess we have to wait on that.” Stiles mumbled as he was put down on the toilet. Looking up at Derek as he spoke about pictures, Stiles jaw set. The last thing he wanted was for anyone else to see him like this but Derek was right. If they wanted any sort of justice, any case against her, pictures would help. Putting his one hand on the sink and the other on the wall, Stiles stood up. He leaned on the sink to keep his weight off his hurt ankle. “Just do it fast.” He dipped his head and turned carefully so that Derek could get the bruises and cuts on his back and sides as well. “Don’t-” Stiles swallowed. “-ever let my dad see those.” He finished. “Promise.” Stiles pushed. “It’s bad enough that you have to- You wont ever forget this. He wouldn’t either.” He mumbled. Because he knew what trama did to a person and if he ever saw Derek in this state, he wouldn’t forget either.

Derek nodded and started to take photos, going as quickly as he could while being thorough.  He felt sick in the pit of his stomach looking at all the bruising, which had only gotten darker in the last ten minutes.  Stiles must hurt everywhere, every spot on his body.

He blanched when Stiles mentioned his dad.  “Of course,” he said quickly.  “I promise.”  He didn’t want John to see any of this any more than Stiles did.  Derek was going to take the photos off his phone as soon as he could, put them on a flash drive and hide it away.  No one would ever see them except for legal reasons.  “I’m never even going to look at these.  Only if a lawyer needs them.”

He finished and put his phone on the sink counter, then turned to start running the water for the bath.  Once it was filling, he straightened up and took Stiles’ hand in his.  Derek let his eyes slip closed, and he reached out to pull Stiles’ pain away.  It wasn’t possible for him to take it all, but he wanted to take as much as he could.

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What Derek had sent him out into the world with would be enough to protect him from just about everything. Like he’d said, Stiles truly believed any other Master would have simply returned him to Derek or allowed him to go back to the coffee shop and get his note. Only Kali would do this to him. Take it this far. It wasn’t Derek’s fault. 

Grunting, Stiles winced lightly and wrapped one arm around Derek’s neck as he was lifted up. The other held his side still. He glanced around under Derek’s feet at the glass on the floor and at his hand. He had a few little cuts on it from hitting the mirror. He flexed his fist and found it all worked so he wasn’t to upset about it. “Okay.” Stiles mumbled as Derek walked out of the bathroom. “We can go right after, I just need to.” He leaned his head against Derek’s shoulder and closed his eeys for a second. “We can’t do anything, can we?” He asked as Derek hit the stairs. “Legally.”

“I don’t know,” Derek admitted with a scowl.  If she’d actually, god forbid, killed Stiles, Derek would be able to press charges, but short of that, the law got a lot murkier.  And Derek wasn’t a lawyer.  

“Maybe if we can prove that she damaged you in such a way that it... was permanent, or..”  God, he hoped it wasn’t permanent.  He set Stiles down on the toilet, then hesitated.  “I should...”  He stopped and looked away, hating himself for even saying this.  “If we want to try, legally, to... do anything.  I should take a picture.  Before I clean you.”

He pulled out his phone of his pocket, then looked at Stiles.  He wasn’t going to do it unless Stiles was okay with it.

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Feeling Derek heave against him had Stiles only holding himself closer to Derek. He couldn’t imagine being here all night and not knowing where Derek was or what happened to him. He tried not to think about it. What had happened to him was enough to worry about let alone to step into his loves shoes and try and feel what he was feeling. That would have been too much to handle. So he just held on tighter. 

Dereks words of comfort had Stiles nodding against his neck. Thank god for Derek hale. Thank god he’d taken time to get to know Stiles and trust him. To know he wouldn’t lie about shit like this. Maybe small white lies. Maybe he left things out sometimes when it came to talking about his past but not about stuff like this. “Couldn’t just run. Even if I wanted to and I don’t want to.” Stiles mumbled in his ear. 

Slowly, Stiles pulled back. It was just enough to look up at Derek, his body moving to crawl into the others lap. “It’s not your fault. Any other reasonable Master would let me explain. Let me go back and get the note or just bring me here. You don’t have to be sorry. We thought we were solving a problem, Derek. Thats why I was alone out there. Its not your fault.” He pushed as his head fell back against Derek’s shoulder. He was exhausted and the longer he sat here the more his physical pain started to catch up to him. One of hands slipped from Derek’s back to his own side. Holding it tightly as a pain throbbed there. He felt unbelievably dirty. “I know we need to go to the hospital.” Stiles wheezed. “Can you help me shower first?” He asked feeling a moment of clarity in all that was happening. “And call my dad. Just tell him to meet us there. Don’t tell him what happened just yet. Just that I hurt my ankle or something. I dont want him to worry.”

It didn’t absolve him of guilt, but Derek was glad that Stiles wasn’t holding it against him.  The fact remained that if was Derek’s job to protect Stiles from harm, and he had failed.  

Derek nodded and shifted away, helping Stiles to his feet.  “I’m going to take you upstairs to our bathroom, though.  You got glass everywhere down here.”  He sent Stiles a little wan smile, then lifted the boy into his arms to carry him up the stairs.

“Your ankle looks swollen,” Derek said as he walked into their bedroom.  “You shouldn’t stand on it.  I’ll help you take a bath.”

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Swallowing, Stiles looked at Derek. He knew that Derek would believe him because he had no reason not to. They trusted each other and yet a little voice said that he was about to get hit. Reminded him that being honest with a Master wasn’t always good. That Derek was a Master. Even if he’d never hit Stiles before, the voice spoke up. Whispered unreasonable things into his ear and then Derek agreed with him. Pushed all those voices aside and reminded Stiles just what kind of man he was. He believed Stiles. He was giving him his space because Stiles wanted it. Silently asked for it. He watched his hand dip away. 

Derek wanted to touch him. To comfort himself with touch as well as Stiles but he didn’t. Out of respect for Stiles. His body shuttered again and Stiles rolled forward wrapping his arms around Derek’s neck tightly. This wasn’t like last time. This wasn’t anything like when Kali had first given him up to Derek. Because now he knew Derek. He wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t have to heal by himself. He didn’t have to let her have this much power over him again. He wasn’t going to go back to the mind set she’d spent so long trying to get him in. 

Holding himself close to Derek now, Stiles pushed his face into his Masters neck and breathed him in. He let himself fell the comfort that Derek provided. The safety. “I went t-to the coffee shop.” He started. “Left my jacket and the note in my pocket there. She just-” Stiles cut himself off as his hands tightened on Derek’s shirt. He knew he didn’t have to explain but he wanted Derek to know that he hadn’t run off or been some where he wasn’t supposed to be. That wasn’t fair. He needed to know the truth as much as Stiles wanted to tell it.

As Stiles turned towards him, finally letting Derek hold him, a dam broke in Derek.  He let out a ragged breath, and for the first time in this whole ordeal, tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.  He wrapped his arms around Stiles, reminding himself to be gentle, and held him securely.  

“It wasn’t your fault,” Derek told him.  He was sure of that.  He trusted Stiles.  And he’d known it was a risk, letting Stiles go out alone.  He’d never thought something of this magnitude would happen, but that didn’t mean it was Stiles’ fault.  “I know you wouldn’t run from me.  You wouldn’t just leave.  It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay, really.  Nothing was okay.  But Derek needed Stiles to know that, if nothing else, he wasn’t in trouble.  His ordeal was over now.  Derek wasn’t angry.  Not with him, at least.  Derek was plenty furious, but Stiles hadn’t done anything wrong.

Derek pressed his cheek to Stiles’ head and squeezed his eyes shut, letting tears fall into Stiles’ hair.  “I was so scared, baby,” he admitted.  “I’m sorry.  I should never have you let be vulnerable like that.  I’m so sorry.”

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Straining to look over his shoulder when Derek tore back door open, Stiles felt tears sting his eyes. Both from the sudden light hitting them and because Derek was there. Looking like he was ready to move heaven and earth just to take Stiles out of the van. Thankfully he didn’t have to do all that and instead simply sliced the rope open. His arms and legs fell back as a pained cry came from behind the tape. His eyes squeezed shut as Derek pulled him out of the van. Yeah, he knew Derek was being careful but his skin felt like sandpaper rubbing on sand paper.  Stiles watched the van peel out of the driveway. Watched Kali wave to them as Derek turned and went into the house. As soon as they stepped inside, Stiles started to shake. He was so cold and the warm air around him made that feeling intensify ten fold as he was placed down on the couch. Derek knew him well, too well probably, and took the damn tape off his mouth. Which had Stiles sucking in deep, panicked, breaths. It hadn’t felt like he was able to breath for the past few hours. HIs lungs were desperate for air and he filled them as Derek removed the ropes from his wrists and ankles. Ropes that left burns, bad ones, in there wake.  As soon as he could, Stiles pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes and let a horrible sob rip through his body. He’d tried not to cry at all with Kali. She’d love it if he did. He’d held it all in knowing she couldn’t kill him. Derek owned him. Even Slaves could be murdered. Even runaways. He pushed Derek back with one of his feet. He just needed some room. He didn’t need to be touched right now or held. In fact Stiles just needed to not be touched right now. His body heaved as he sucked in air between gasps and cried out swears. For so long he was so sure he was done with her and now it was all back. Everything Derek had worked to have him forget, it was rushing back at him so hard it felt it was crushing him.  Stiles winced and pushed himself up off the couch. His ankles cried for him to stop. To not move just yet but he wanted to see it. He wanted to see what hurt so he could put reasons to this. He was crying because of bruises and cuts not because she was back in his head. His heart was pounding by the time he got to the bathroom, and the mirror. Stiles looked at it, looked at himself and the tear tracks that cut through all the grim on his face. She did it again. She fucking did it again.  Before he kenw he’d broken the mirror, he’d done it. Smashed his fist right against it before falling back on the bathroom floor. His head resting in his arms, his mind telling him to lay down because he was in pain but another little voice saying he probably deserved it. Stiles shivered again. “Derek-” He breathed out the mans name before looking up. “I didn’t run.” Stiles mumbled before feeling a whole new fluid of emotion and nausea wash over him.

It went against every instinct to let Stiles push him away, but Derek sat back on his heels to give Stiles space.  If that was what Stiles needed, he told himself, he could do it.  Even though all he wanted at the moment, other than to tear out Kali’s guts, was to hold Stiles in his arms.  As much as it was a relief to have Stiles back again, to at least be able to see him, it was almost more distressing not to be able to touch him.  Was Stiles angry at him?  Was he so hurt that he didn’t even trust Derek anymore?

And then Stiles was up and stumbling towards the bathroom, and Derek followed him.  He hesitated in the doorway, watching Stiles.  The boy looked like he’d been run over by a truck.  What worried Derek more than the physical injuries, which were worrying enough, was the way Stiles was shaking, the way his eyes were wide and desperate and full of fear.  Whatever was going on in Stiles’ head, it was at least as bad as what Derek could see on his skin.  

Stiles punched the mirror so quickly it took Derek by surprise, and shocked him into action.  He came into the bathroom finally, dropping to the floor next to Stiles and putting a hand on his back.  He wished he knew what to say.  When Stiles finally spoke, it was almost a relief, because at least he could answer that.  “I know,” he assured him, his voice low but firm.  “I know, baby.  It was her.  It wasn’t you.”  

Derek lifted his free hand, wanting to touch Stiles, to soothe him, but he hesitated, afraid that his touch was unwelcome.  His hand hovered a few inches from Stiles’ arm, then dropped away again.

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Everything had been going perfectly fine that day. With permission to leave, Stiles had first gone down to the comic book store and grabbed a couple of things before going over to grab some coffee. Which he sat and drank and read with for an hour or two before going. Only it was winter now and everywhere that was inside cranked there heat so high it was uncomfortably warm to have anything more than a t-shirt on. So he’d taken his jacket off. The one with the note in it and when he got up to leave he didn’t grab it again. It was sunny and his hoodie was enough.  He was walking home when the van pulled up next to him. Kali jumped out and Stiles nearly had a panic attack right then and there. On the inside he did but he managed to keep himself together enough to face her. Even as she accused him of running again. Even as she tossed him in the back of her van when he could provide his note.  The night had been long. Just how long was shown all over his body. He was dirty, head to toe. Hands tied up in thick harsh rope and tape over his lips. Tape that every time he remembed it was there made him panic. His head was throbbing, hair dried down from blood and sweat. He had bruises down his rib cage and dark bags under his eyes. He was stripped to his boxers and a few of his toe nails were missing.  He heard Kali’s car stop, but couldn’t manage to move more than just sitting up. He listened to her get out and the front door slam shut as she got out.  “I found it.” She cooed. Stiles swallowed. He couldn’t really see where he was and he couldn’t see who she was talking to. His ears strained to hear whoever she was speaking to talk. “Brought it back for you. Even gave it a good nights worth of fun for running off on you again.” Kali added. “But there’s no need to thank me. It was my pleasure.”

To say that Derek was seething wasn’t nearly enough.  Derek barely managed not to attack her the moment her door opened.  Of course, she ruined that by opening her mouth as well.  In the space of a blink, Derek had her by the throat, her back shoved up against the car, his claws digging into her skin.    She was just as fast, though.  He could feel her claws next to his ribs, pushing in, ready to perforate a lung.  Mutually assured destruction.  He couldn’t hurt her.  

“Where is he, you fucking bitch,” he snarled.

As soon as the words were out, he heard pounding in the back of the van, and muffled cries -

Stiles!

Derek dropped Kali like she was trash and tore open the doors to the back of the van.  Stiles was there, wearing only boxers, covered in grime and blood that barely concealed bruises and swelling.  He was on his stomach, hogtied, his joints clearly strained by the way his hands and feet were bound together with thick, coarse rope.  

Derek sliced the connecting rope with his claws immediately, freeing Stiles limbs without bothering to remove the coils of rope from his wrists and ankles yet.  No time.  He scooped Stiles up, trying to be gentle, but more worried about doing it quickly.  Derek was planning to snarl at Kali to get off his property, but as it was, he barely got Stiles out of the van before Kali was driving off.  Apparently she didn’t feel like sticking around for a fight.  It was probably good.  As much as he wanted to rip her fucking throat out, he had bigger problems right now.

He set Stiles down on the couch as soon as they were inside and ripped the tape off his mouth before starting to remove the rest of the rope.  “What did she do to you, baby?”

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Derek hadn’t slept all night.  He’d barely even sat down.  He couldn’t stand to sit still.

Stiles was missing.  

It had taken a while to realize it, at first.  Stiles had been given permission to go out for a while, with a signed note in his pocket so no one would think he was a runaway.  Derek didn’t realize anything was wrong until Stiles didn’t come home.  Even then, he figured Stiles had lost track of time.  He’d called Stiles’ dad, then Scott, to make sure they hadn’t seen him.  Then he’d gone out to check Stiles’ usual spots, the coffee shop, the park, the comic shop.  No sign of him.  The barista said she’d seen him earlier.  They recognized him there now, since he was more or less a regular.  But she said it had been hours ago.  Derek didn’t know what to do.  If he called the police, Stiles would automatically be classed as a runaway, and Derek was hesitant to risk that.  But after a few hours he went to the station to file a report anyway.  He didn’t know what else to do, and he was going out of his mind with worry.  He knew Stiles wouldn’t run.  He told them that.  Something had happened.  

Eventually Derek had gone home, because he had to take care of Theo still.  Surprisingly, Theo had the good sense to stay quiet and out of the way that night.

As the sun rose the next morning, Derek was pacing in the living room, holding his phone in his hand in case someone called.  When he heard a car coming down his long dirt driveway, he ran outside.  It wasn’t a car he recognized, but he couldn’t help but hope.  Had someone found him?  Was Stiles even alive?

Hope dropped away into fear curdled into anger when he saw who was driving the van.  Kali.  That bitch.  Derek felt his eyes start to glow red as the van stopped in front of him.