A/N: sexual tension is rising. Yush. They kinda sort out their relationship in this one. Tell me if I did a good job c:

Thanks to Stiles' Dad pressuring the doctors and nurses, they were able to get Stiles out of the hospital in four days, with the agreement of weekly check ups.

Stiles was walking to his car after being let out, wondering if he would see Derek again now that he was out of the hospital. He told himself that Derek's absence during those four days was due to the fact that he didn't want to run into Stiles' father again, and he really hoped it was the truth.

He got into his jeep and started the engine, not realizing that the subject of his thoughts was right next to him until he started backing out of the parking space.

"OH my god!" He jumped, "Can't you say something when you show up unexpectedly, or do you like seeing people jump out of their skin!?"

"I have to admit, it can be entertaining to watch." Derek responded.

Stiles sighed and collected himself.

"So." Derek started, sounding little mad, "You going somewhere alone?"

Stiles froze. He'd forgotten about his promise. "Derek, it's a ten minute drive."

"And I'm gonna guess that no one's home at your house either."

Stiles sighed. "You guessed right."

"Need time to think of an excuse?" Derek offered.

"Derek, I don't even know your number! How was I supposed to call you?"

Derek sighed, "Gimme your phone."

Stiles took it out of his pocket and handed it to Derek. After punching a few buttons he handed it back to Stiles. "I added it as a contact. Call me next time."

Stiles looked at it. "Aw, but that's so boring. I don't wanna save it as 'Derek,' I wanna make it something interesting."

"Like what?"

"Like, I dunno, 'psychopathic werewolf' or something."

Derek laughed, taking Stiles breath away yet again.

"Well, what am I saved as in your phone?" he asked

"You're not in there yet."

Stiles smirked and put his hand out. He immediately started typing when the phone was in his possession, saving his number as "333."

Derek laughed when he read it and put it in his pocket.

"You're keeping it like that?" Stiles asked excitedly.

"I guess." Derek sighed.

"Here, you change your name in my phone." Stiles told him, handing it to the man.

Derek thought for a while and then handed it back. "I don't know! Derek is fine."

Stiles laughed, "We'll think of something later."

"You gonna start the car now?"

"Yeah." he started driving.

"Is anyone home?" Derek asked when they pulled into the drive way.

"No, my Dad's at work..." he looked at Derek for a second, "Do you... wanna come in?"

"I have to." Derek told him, "Not leaving you alone, remember?"

"Stalker."

"Shut up."

When Stiles walked into his room he could barely recognize it. Everything was completely rearranged re-organized. "... the hell happened?"

"The cops." Derek told him, "They took your room apart looking for evidence and then put it back together the best they could."

"Ah, I won't be able to find anything..." Stiles sighed. Then he turned to Derek, "Wait a sec, how'd you know that?"

Derek shrugged. "I listened to anything that'd help me find you. I wouldn't have had to if you would've called me or Scott."

Stiles looked up at him sincerely. "I said I was sorry."

Derek sighed and pulled the boy into an embrace. "I know. Don't worry about it."

"You brought it up!" Stiles laughed.

"What ever." he let go, "Go sit down, you're still weak. I could feel you shaking."

Stiles sighed and lied down on his bed. "So do you have anything to do today?" he asked.

"I have to babysit you." he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Says the one who was apparently a wreck while I was gone." Stiles smirked.

Derek tensed a little bit. "Don't listen to Scott."

"It just shocked me a little. Before I was trying to decide whether or not you hated me."

"Well I kinda do." Derek told him, "Don't know how I put up with you really, but for some reason I like talking to you."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty much a douche bag but you're a good kisser so it's fine."

Derek smiled before leaning over and sucking on the boys lips once again. This kiss was way simpler and cleaner than the others but there was something behind it – an agreement almost – that what was between them was real and serious. There was an understanding between both of them that this wasn't just some benefits thing. It was a relationship that they'd both have to stick to and commit to.

"Stiles?" They both heard in the hall way before Scott opened the door.

"Every time!" Stiles buried his head into a pillow.

"Sorry! Your dad wanted me to come by after school to make sure you got home okay. Oh, and I have your make-up work." he handed the papers to Stiles who sighed and took it reluctantly.

"As expected. I have a whole damn book from Mr. Harris."

"You can leave now Scott." Derek said randomly, glaring at the amateur werewolf. Scott merely trough his arms out to the side and met the glare with confusion.

"Be nice!" Stiles pleaded, tugging on Derek's sleeve. "I usually see Scott everyday. I miss him."

"Yeah." Scott added, sitting down, "I'm not leaving."

"But don't worry Derek." Stiles patted his hand, "We can still do whatever you want." Derek's angry eyes only widened the boy's smirk. "Scott won't mind. He can join in if he wants."

Scott just started laughing. "How many anti-pain drugs did they put you on?"

"Like... a lot. I didn't bother counting. Oh yeah, I have to take them at three.

"It's three thirty." Derek informed him.

"...Fuck." He began to stand up but Derek pushed him back down. "Sit. I'll get you water," and he walked out of the room.

"Hey Scott. Guess what?" Stiles sang.

"What is it?" Scott smiled.

"This guy," Stiles pointed to himself, "Is no longer single!"

Scott laughed, "I noticed," and then sighed, "In was looking forward to the day when I could congratulate you on your first girlfriend... but now it ended up being a guy... and Derek... so... congrats on your psychopath."

Stiles laughed, "Dude, I hate you so much"

Scott scratched his head. "Can I just ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why Derek?"

"Did you see that guys abs?"

Scott started laughing again.

"I mean, seriously, a better question would be, 'Why not Derek?'."

"I don't know how I survived a day while you were gone," Scott told his friend, "My life is so boring without you."

"Well, without you my life would be ten times less stressful and it wouldn't be filled with werewolves and kanimas and hunters all that insane crap... but it wouldn't be half as bad ass. And I'd literally have no friends, wow... and I wouldn't know Derek, so yeah, I don't know what I'd do without you either.

Derek came back into the room with a cup full of water. He handed it to Stiles and took all the medicine out of the boy's back pack.

"Eight different medications?" Derek asked with frustration.

"Well, I have about five different types of infections on all these bites, so that's five pills... a blood thinner, that's six... something that helps with bruises and then I have to take three of the pain killers so that's eleven pills a day. Ooh, and my Adderral." he grabbed the Adderral bottle off of his night stand but Derek took it from him.

"Don't you think your overdosing just a little bit?"

"I'm just doing what the doctors said! And I'm hungry, Scott? Will you make me some food?"

"Uh... sure.." he stood up, "What do you want?"

"Anything that's edible."

"Side affects;" Derek began reading as Scott left the room, "Hunger, clearly... um, dreariness, nauseousness, dizziness, this label is really redundant... may cause stomach bleeding or thoughts of suicide, Stiles! This can't be healthy!"

"Well that's just one of them."

Derek picked up another bottle and read. "This one's worse!"

"Will you just give them to me?"

"All at once?"

"Yeah... that's what I'm supposed to do, right?"

"I don't even know." Derek opened the bottles and took the instructed amount of pills out from each one. "This just seems a little ridiculous."

Stiles sat up and swallowed as many as he could at once. "Aw, are you worried?"

"Would you feel better if I said yes?"

"Just say the truth."

He stood up, "I'm worried out of my freakin' mind! This is my fault because you didn't trust me enough to call and now your beat up and taking eleven pills a day, and one of them is 'cause I hit you!"

"Thirteen pills." Stiles corrected him, "Adderral."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down.

"... Derek..." Stiles sighed, "Come here."

He sat on the edge of the bed but avoided looking at Stiles. It was almost uncanny how much he looked like a pouting puppy when he was all worried.

Stiles smiled and talked to him in a cooing and degrading tone. "Next time I'm taken hostage by a pack of horrible werewolves who wanna kill you and torture me, I'll call you. But lets hope there never is a next time, okay?" he nudged the man's arm.

Derek put his head down into his hands. "You promise?"

"Didn't I already?"

When the man didn't respond Stiles sighed pulled his head into his lap. He ran his soft fingers against Derek's rough stubble and smiled when his puppy dog eyes looked up at him. "I promise, okay? I won't get hurt like this again." He then leaned down and met the thick pulsing lips once again. This kiss was also simple but held a message of routine – it was perfectly normal for the to kiss each other now. It was a part of their lives.

And then, as if on routine, Scott opened the door just in time to see them break away from each other.

"Stiles, I brought you – yeah I' just gonna leave."

"Wait!" Stiles called after him, "What'd you bring, I'm starving."

"A sandwich and three bags of chips."

"Yes. Bring it here."

Derek stood up and took the food before Scott could give it to him. "Yeah, you're not eating this. You have to wait an hour after taking your medicine."

"Oh my god, seriously? Those bastards make hunger a side affect and than they don't even let you eat, this is genuinely fucked up!"

Derek sighed. "I'll be nice. Forty-five minutes."

Stiles groaned.

A/N: okay, so in the part where he makes his number "333" it was supposed to be that lessthan three thing... like three hearts... but fucking fanfiction doesnt accept less than symbols. TT-TT anyway,next chapter Derek gets to meet Mr. Stilinski. Fun. Please review!