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Stiles’ POV:
“NO.” Scott visibly flinched at the loudness of his voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry.
“Stiles come on, it’s only until we have the alpha pack dealt with. Besides you're probably the safest with Derek.” the young wolf tried to reason, but he could tell that Scott wasn’t much happier about the situation than he was.
He didn’t really care about whether or not he’s safe if that means having Derek fucking Hale hang around him, watching his every move.
He didn’t need that kind of humiliation.
“Why can’t I just have you babysit me, or better yet have no babysitter.” he whined and normally he would be embarrassed by the pathetic sound, but right now he was going to use every trick in the book to get Scott on his side.
“I’m sorry Stiles, but I have Allison and my mom to take care of. We can’t just leave you alone when Deucalion and his freaky followers are trying to kill us. Don’t think of it as being babysat, think of it as being guarded.” Scott said, giving him a weak smile that didn’t really touch his eyes.
Stiles knew logically that his bestie was right, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was going to be stuck with Derek all day every day for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the sourwolf, quite the opposite, he found himself growing fond of their broody alpha and that just won’t do. He had hoped maybe Derek hadn’t picked up on his little crush yet, but if he was going to be around him all the time there was no way that Derek wasn’t going to find out that he was desperately in love with him.
It also didn’t help that Derek was going to find out just how much of a weirdo he was. He had long since accepted that he wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ and therefore didn’t act how most people did, but that didn’t mean he wanted the literal greek god looking werewolf that was a total badass seeing just how strange he was when he was too tired to mask his less than standard behavior.
It all started when he was in first grade and just wouldn’t sit and listen to the teacher, instead he would get up and leave, opting to learn about snakes rather than adding two-digit numbers. As well as the fascination with snakes came the oral fixation, he would chew and suck on anything he could get his hands on, usually legos and nerf darts.
His parents had found a way to help with that pretty quickly, they just bought him some necklaces that were made for chewing one and let it be.
It wasn’t until third grade that he was tested for ADHD, according to his teacher he had ‘interrupted’ the class one too many times and threatened to have him suspended if his parents didn’t do something about his horrible behavior.
He barely even remembers the hours of testing that eventually ended with him being diagnosed with ADHD and auditory processing disorder.
That was eight years ago, since then he was also diagnosed with anxiety and insomnia, and was pumped full of different medications and labeled the psycho of the school.
So yeah having anyone outside his family around him at all times would suck ass.
“Fine I’ll go along with the babysitting, but I’m not going to like it so prepare for me to complain to you like crazy.” he said, finally giving in when he noticed how sorry Scott looked that he couldn’t be the one taking care of Stiles. Seriously bless his best friend.
“Thanks man, you know I wouldn’t let this happen if it wasn’t necessary.” Scott said giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “now how about we go play Mario kart and eat chips until we pass out.” and he took off down the stairs.
Even though he was seriously dreading the next few weeks he would take advantage of the time he still had before he becomes a prisoner in his own home.
Derek's POV:
He both hated and loved their latest plan. He hated that it would be him have to spend every waking second with Stiles fucking Stilinski, but he also loved that he would get to spend so much time with that very same Stiles fucking Stilinski.
So he was slightly conflicted.
He hated that he would be in such close quarters with the teen for so long, it was hard enough controlling himself when he only saw Stiles every few days, but everyday all day would be testing his patience. For some reason, the teen got under his skin in a way no one else had ever managed. Made him lose himself in a way he hadn’t in a long time, Stiles was constantly testing his strength, arguing with him, and rising against his authority.
And yet Stiles was also probably one of his best betas, he was loyal and hardworking. He genuinely cared about the wellbeing of the pack and would throw himself into the line of fire for any of them even though they’ve only known each other for a few months.
The reason he loved the plan was that he could keep an eye on Stiles, make sure that he was actually okay instead of lying about having no injuries like he would if he stayed with the other betas. He needed to know if his pack was okay at all times and with the others they don’t exactly hide their injuries or discomforts, but Stiles, Stiles will continue to go through with pack training despite having a broken ankle.
So yeah it’s comforting to know that he’ll be able to really help Stiles.
He still had another two hours before he had to head over to the Stilinski household, Scott was currently there explaining everything and most likely playing video games with Stiles, but he found himself feeling anxious about being at Stiles' house.
He had only been inside a few times and had never left the teen’s bedroom, it had always been late at night and just for a few hours at most to pick up the latest research, but now he was going to be there all the time. It was going to be difficult with the sheriff living there, but from what he could gather Stiles’ father wasn’t exactly around all that much, being overworked at the department and all.
He was also curious, he got the sense that Stiles wasn’t always honest with them, not lying per se, but avoiding and changing the subject when the pack turned their attention to him.
It hadn’t been obvious at first, the way he would shy away from the spotlight even if it was something small like someone asking where he wanted to go for lunch, he had just chalked it up to Stiles being shy.
But that theory was completely thrown out the window when Stiles went on an hour long rant about why he thought Dean Winchester is better than Sam to an unsuspecting stranger who happened to be wearing a supernatural t-shirt.
With that idea gone he started to wonder if Stiles was uncomfortable around werewolves. It would make sense seeing as he was a human who was much more fragile than his companions, but that was also proven incorrect when he saw how well Stiles picked up wolf mannerisms.
He started to pay more and more attention to the hyperactive little spaz, he reasoned that it was because if Stiles was keeping secrets he as the alpha needed to find out, but something else said that it wasn’t the only reason.
He ignored it.
As he watched he started to notice how Stiles’ face would fall when he thought no one was looking, for a moment he thought that maybe Stiles wasn’t as happy with them as he acted, but his scent never turned sour with sadness, if anything it just smelled like joy with a hint of exhaustion.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who noticed, Scott seemed to be very tuned into the way Stiles’ face would go blank sometimes and whenever the young wolf did notice he never did more than pull the attention towards himself. It was odd to say the least.
But it assured him that Stiles wasn’t actually unhappy because if he was Scott would freak out. He had a habit of doing that whenever he noticed Stiles was hurt, emotionally or physically, we had witnessed this when Stiles came to the loft one night covered in blood. Apparently, he had been attacked by a wendigo and barely managed to get away before it went all Jeffrey Dahmer on his ass.
Stiles’ words.
There was one time where Erica noticed how down Stiles looked during a pack movie night, but when she asked about it he just screwed his face into a smile and said he was just focused on the movie, making some joke about how when he's really into a show he looks as dazed as Scott does looking at a test. That earned him an elbow in the ribs from Scott, but he kept smiling.
The tiredness in his eyes remained though.
The chime of the clock striking midnight rang loud in his ears, he seriously had to find a way to turn it down, grabbing his keys and jacket he headed out the door and to his new home for the foreseeable future.