A/N: Another day another chapter. Thank goodness it seems that I'm keeping with the daily thing but still, don't expect too much of me, I'm terrible with consistency. This story is actually a lot slower than I thought it would be but at the same time I'm kind of glad it's slow. I feel like I write better when I take it slow. The shorter stories I feel are less logical despite them being completely fiction. :P I hope yalls can forgive the lengthiness and simply enjoy the story.

WARNING: Smut, non/con elements, language

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf

ENJOY!

Scott finally comes back as Stiles flips onto the fourth page on vampires in the large, old book on his lap. There're a lot of illustrations and side notes which makes it a little chaotic to read but the information is quite interesting, capturing Stiles' interest despite his apprehensions towards the subject. Stiles' head jerks up when he hears his Jeep putter into the parking lot and stares at the door as he listens to Scott jump out, humming some toon that must've been playing on the radio. Having the ability to hear through walls and over long distances makes Stiles' face scrunch uncomfortably even though he's gotta admit, it'd be kind of cool if he weren't so freaked out at the moment. Scott waltzes right through the door, holding up the thumb drive like a trophy.

"Dude, your computer is like a freaking maze. Why do you have so many folders on your desktop?" he asks as he tosses the drive onto the desk next to Deaton's computer.

"Everything has its place Scotty. It's a very organized mess that lesser beings can't understand." Stiles manages to joke naturally as if his entire life hadn't just changed in the blink of an eye. "Did you see my dad?" he asks, throat a little tight.

Scott shook his head. "No, he's still at work. I'd texted him earlier saying you were staying over to work on a science project for Mr. Harris. Good thing you complain about him so much or your father might not have believed me."

"Ok. I'll probably need to give him a call soon." He mumbles.

"Nah. It's, like, two in the morning. He'll think something's wrong. You don't have to worry about him though, he gets off in about half an hour." Scott reassures.

"Two in the morning?!" Stiles squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. Dude, I told you earlier, you were out for, like, eight hours."

"Eight hours…" Stiles mumbles. "I… that's when I was changing, wasn't it? When you thought I was dead? Dude, what was that like? Did I do anything weird?" Stiles can't help but ask, curious despite the horrifying circumstances.

Scott's face goes dark. "It was awful. I honestly thought that you'd died, that it was your corpse lying there on the table. If it weren't for Deaton telling me otherwise I'd have freaking broken dude." Scott sucks in a haggard breath. "Don't you ever do that again, man. I was so scared."

Stiles can actually feel the pain coming off of Scott and his own chest aches. "I… I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Scott nods, biting his lip to attempt to compose himself. "Yeah, I know. Just… you weren't moving or talking, there was nothing indicating that you were still alive. I mean…you even smelled dead."

"Smelled dead? Like, a rotting corpse kinda smell?"

Scott gave a shrug. "Whatever man, it doesn't matter anymore. It was just a part of your changing process and all that matters is that you're still alive."

"Ish. Alive-ish." Stiles corrected and Scott scrunched up his nose.

"How about no? You're talking, moving, breathing, and as far as I can tell, functioning like an alive person so we're sticking to alive. Just because you're a vampire doesn't mean you're dead."

"But I did die."

"Stiles!" Scott suddenly yells. "Stop it! This is not the time for jokes! You've been changed into a supernatural creature after you were cursed and we still don't know how that happened! We know next to nothing about vampires who were just a myth not even nine hours ago and you died! Do you even get how serious this is?!"

"This is how I deal with stress Scott! I can't just sit by and wallow in self-pity because if I did I'd be freaking the fuck out! When you were bitten you went through some changes too so you should understand how I feel right now. Right now I need to keep myself together so I can figure out how to deal with this situation and I do that by making jokes. You of all people should know that Scott." Stiles lectures, voice going from yelling back down to a quiet, semi-calm tone that helps lower the tension in the room once more.

Derek and Deaton were glancing between the two but thankfully didn't mention anything as the two friends finally came down from the high strung tension and let out identical calming breaths.

"Ok. Now that we've cleared the air a bit, why don't you pick up a book like the rest of us and start researching the fuck outta these stupid vampires?" Stiles suggests and settles back into a slump in his chair.

"Got it." Scott reaches over to the table where the books have all been stacked and takes one at random. "Dr. Deaton, the flash drive has all of the spell information I could find off of Stiles' computer."

"Thank you Scott. I'll take a look at that in a minute."

Scott nods and pulls up the last chair next to Stiles and opens the book with a sigh. Stiles looks over at Derek who is still staring down at his book but his head is cocked towards them. The area around his eyes is dark, bruised looking, as if he hasn't gotten much sleep in the last few days and Stiles feels instantly like a piece of shit for dragging him into another one of his messes.

"You know, it's like ass'o'clock in the morning. I think we should all head home to catch some sleep." Stiles says, guilt welling up in his chest.

They all look at him, Derek and Scott looking different shades of curious and Deaton looking thoughtful.

"That's probably a wise idea. None of us will be of much use running on fumes. Stiles, I suggest you thoroughly cleanse your room before you rest for tonight. I don't know what other effects the spell might have had."

Stiles heaves a sigh and nods, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks doc."

"I'm not leaving you alone for a second." Scott protests.

Stiles just shrugs, not willing to put much effort into another argument. "Dude, we have school tomorrow and you are not going to wake up tomorrow if you stay over. You're failing two classes already."

Scott frowns at the reminder and goes to open his mouth for another retort but Derek beats him to it.

"I'll stay with him tonight. You're useless when you're asleep." He says pointedly at Scott who gapes at him with hurt and anger.

Stiles holds up a hand to stop whatever insult war was about to be started when Scott opens his mouth and, thankfully, the silence continues.

"Scotty, my man, I hate to admit it, but Derek's right. You sleep like a log and if anything were to happen I'm fairly certain you'd get a chunk bitten out of you before you woke up. Which is bad." Stiles clarifies.

"But why Derek?!"

"Because I have a chance of protecting him should anything actually happen." Derek answers and Stiles nods in agreement.

"We not be the best of buds but I trust him to keep me safe."

Derek's eyes shoot to his face but Stiles keeps his eyes glued to Scott, not wanting to make this situation even more awkward by addressing the elephant currently residing in the room. Scott looks like he really wants to argue but when a jaw-popping yawn overtakes him he gives Stiles his best pouty face and sighs in defeat.

"Fine. But if anything happens I want you to call me immediately."

"Of course Scotty my boy! I'll call as many times as is needed to wake you up." Stiles promises even though he knows that's probably, mostly a lie.

Scott stares at him for a couple more suspicious seconds before finally nodding and closing the book on his lap. He stands up with it and goes to put it back but pauses before he can set it down and turns to Deaton.

"Sir, would it be ok if I took this home to read later?"

"Of course." Deaton says immediately, gaze focused on his computer. "You can each borrow two books but if I get them back in any condition other than the one I'm lending them to you in I'm taking it out of your pay check Scott."

Scott isn't even fazed. "Of course sir, thank you."

"You're welcome. Have a good night you three. Feel free to stop by tomorrow after hours."

Stiles gave a long stretch as he stood, sighing as his muscles gave a pleasant ache after being held in one position for a long time and went to grab another book from the rather large stack of books. Derek and Scott did the same and, after saying their final goodbyes to the doc, stepped out into the cold October night.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school, right?" Scott asks as they reach his Jeep.

"I should think so." Stiles confirms. "Unless I discover that I really am severely allergic to the sun or that human blood drives me nuts or any other thing that suddenly pops up then I should be fine for school tomorrow. If I'm not though, I'll shoot you a text or give you a call."

Scott nods. "Good. Well, I'd better get home before my mom realizes I'm missing. I'll just run there since it's kind of a detour from your house and I really don't want you out in the open for longer than necessary."

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh please, I'll be fine. I have no problem giving you a ride…"

"He's fine walking home Stiles. Get in your Jeep." Derek says quickly, walking around to the passenger side door.

"Dude, what about your car?" Stiles protests.

Derek hesitates for a second before nodding. "You're right, the Camaro is quicker, quieter, and I don't think you should be driving."

Derek rounds the vehicle and snatches the keys from Stiles hands. Stiles squawks in protest but Derek turns and levels an intense glare at him that has him shutting his mouth so fast his teeth click together. Derek tosses the keys at Scott who catches them without even the slightest fumble and Stiles gapes at him.

"Dude, no way! You've already driven my Jeep twice today and you know how much I hate it when other people drive my baby. This is not fair!"

Scott gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he passes him. "Dude, how about I just follow you guys home and leave the Jeep in your driveway so that your dad isn't suspicious when he gets home? Does that sound ok?"

Stiles goes to protest again but quickly shuts his mouth again when Derek makes an annoyed sound from the driver's side of the Camaro parked two spots down, face impatient when Stiles finally looks over at him. Stiles lets out an aggrieved sound of his own before finally sighing and giving up on the argument.

"Fine! Have it your way! Scott…"

"Yeah, yeah, don't hurt your baby. Not even a scratch. You've given me the same speech every single time anyone's ever driven your Jeep, even if it wasn't me. I have it memorized. Now just go before he decides to make you walk home."

Stiles scoffs. "Yeah right, he wouldn't do that." But he starts walking before he's even finished the sentence and is tugging open the passenger side door without any more fuss.

Derek peels out of there yet again before Stiles has a chance to pull the seatbelt across his lap and Scott is right on his heels.

"Dude, do you have to always be in a hurry? I could be thrown through the window if you don't wait for me to put on my seatbelt. Then all your worrying would be for nothing because I'd already be dead."

"I'm not worried and you wouldn't die from something like that even if you were human. Especially not now that you're not."

"You don't know that! I could get some serious road rash and since I'm a vampire I could bleed out even quicker and I'd die of blood loss that from wounds even humans would have survived."

Derek let out an aggravated sigh and tightened his lips, shifting into a higher gear and pushing the gas pedal down a little harder. Stiles takes that as a sign to shut up and is rewarded with a downshift and a slower speed as they get closer to his house. Once they've parked and Scott's pulling into his driveway Stiles looks over at Derek.

"Really though, you don't have to stay. I probably won't even be able to sleep so I'll be awake if something does happen. You really look like you need some sleep."

"I'm staying. Even if I sleep I'll wake up in an instant if there're any disturbances." Derek says and ends the conversation by unbuckling and stepping out of the car, slamming it behind him to effectively cut off any following words.

Stiles sighs and follows his lead but without the slamming of doors as he gets out. Scott's waiting for him on the porch, nose turned up as he scents the air.

"Anything?" Stiles asks once he's reached him.

"No. I don't smell anything unusual which is…unusual. I noticed that earlier too. There're no out of place scents at all."

"The vampire who turned Stiles didn't have much of a scent either. He smelled a bit of blood before I killed him but I assumed that was from Stiles."

Stiles gave an involuntary shiver and pushed past the two of them to open the door, noting that it was locked.

"Derek, did you catch any scent besides the blood from my room earlier? Like smoke or flowers?" Stiles asked as they all pushed inside once the door was open, the two of them with their noses up in the air, eyes wide for anything out of place.

"No, nothing. It just smelled like your room usually does."

"And what does that smell like?"

"I'm sure you'll find out when your senses start to develop."

Stiles scrunches up his nose and just leaves it at that. After a couple more minutes of sniffing and inspecting the house Scott finally comes back to the front door where Stiles is waiting for him.

"Ok, I think you're good. I just had to make sure that you're safe here."

"If I wasn't I'd take my dad and leave, don't worry. I know the protocol. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Good. Just…"

"Scott… Goodnight." Stiles says with a smile and Scott can't help but give one back.

They say a quick goodbye and Stiles makes sure to lock the door behind him, leaving the chain off for when his dad comes home. Derek has disappeared from downstairs but Stiles can hear him upstairs opening and closing doors. Stiles takes his time downstairs, sniffing just as the werewolves did but can't really distinguish any scent in particular besides the familiar scent of 'home'. After a couple minutes he sighs and heads up the stairs, stopping in the bathroom to take a good look at himself.

His skin is a little paler, his eyes a little more sunken, but other than that there's nothing really different about him. His eyes are the same, his teeth the same, even his nails are the same and not the gross mottled color a bunch of vampire films suggest. When he finally gets to his room Derek is laying out one of his blankets on the floor and one of his pillows is already at the head of his makeshift bed.

"Dude, we have a guest room." Stiles grumbles as he steps around Derek to reach for his pajama pants thrown over his desk chair.

"I'm staying here." Derek says with finality.

Stiles doesn't even attempt to argue and just goes and changes in the bathroom. He quickly brushes his teeth before picking up his bundle of clothes and returns to Derek lying on the floor under his blanket and eyes already closed. The light hadn't been turned on in the first place, the light of the moon through is blinds enough to light up the room so he just picked his way around Derek to toss his clothes in his hamper before returning to his slightly more barren bed.

"G'night." He says quickly.

"Night." He hears back, Derek's voice muffled by the blankets and Stiles can't help but smile at the unexpected response.

It doesn't take long for Derek to fall asleep, light snores making their way through the layers of fabric and Stiles feels his own lids drooping, exhaustion clawing at him despite being 'dead' for eight hours. It looks like vampires really did need sleep. The knowledge is so relieving that Stiles feels like a weight is lifted from his chest and sleep comes swiftly after that.

A/N: This chapter was an especially slow one with quite a few explanations thrown in that hopefully helps yalls understand just where I'm coming from with the whole 'vampire' concept. I hope yalls don't mind my odd take on vampires, especially alls of yalls who are fans of the typical vampire. But I swear it ain't gonna be like Twilight (even though I really liked the books).

Again, this is a birthday fic for Wynn1290 so again, happy birthday! I hope you like this chapter as well! Every review, favorite, and follow is incredibly uplifting so thank alls of yalls for alls of those as well. ~hearts~