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Stiles sighed as he watched the pack practice, he had come to terms with the fact that everyone around him had paired off and he was alone. The only small consolation was the fact that Derek, the big bad alpha, was alone also. He snorted thinking about it. He looked up and saw Derek frowning at him; he just smiled and gave a small wave. Really ? I wonder if the muscles that make him smile are atrophied by the lack of use . He thought, unconsciously he whispered "I wonder if he even has the ability to smile." Stiles shook his head and tried to focus on the training.

The pack was working out a plan of defense in case the alphas or the argents decided to hit home and strike them at the hale house. After about fifteen minutes of watching the betas get their butts kicked into next week stiles' mind began to wander again, after twenty minutes he was getting antsy when stiles is not focused he starts to get hyper and when he gets hyper he gets into trouble and that's just what he did . Stiles jumped up on to the railing of the porch and started to walk back and forth, he does well the first few times then he grew bored again he reached up and grabbed the overhang and hauled himself over the edge and on to the roof. He just sat there for a minute and watched the other continue working out the kinks in the plan.

The view was amazing, dare he say breath taking, the forest surrounding Derek's house was large and dark, the setting sun could be seen through the branches and bouncing off the steam of the packs breath turning the small clouds just slightly a different color then the air around them. Stiles went to stand up, but his pants must have gotten caught on a nail or something when he went to unstick it he pulled to hard and lost his balance. He groped of the edge of the roof as it passed by; both his hands missed the holds. Well at least … stiles didn't even get to complete his thought when he felt himself smash into something really hard. He his eyes closed in hopes he would not see the ground when he hit.

After a couple seconds of breathing and realizing he was still alive he noticed that he was in fact not on the ground but in someone's arms. He was being held bridle style close to someone's chest, really close to someone's chest. Stiles felt the hands that were holding him then the arm and continued upwards till he reached a very scruffy chin. Then he felt the frown. If the biceps and the five o'clock shadow weren't enough to identify who it was that caught him that sure was. "Derek "he said cringing when he heard the growl.

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