Oblivious

Another day another monster. Usually when nothing happens for a while they take it a bit easy but this time they screwed up.

Stiles is running short on supplies, Allison is running low on-everything, Kira has shattered one of her katanas, Lydia is tired and the wolves are getting more and more wounds and their bodies can't heal that fast.

This, this-thing, God knows what it is!, Is not going down without a fight. As you can probably tell. They even called in Peter and- he's currently being thrown into a tree, great.

It's a lot more weak and if Stiles's calculations are correct a couple of more blows and some wolfsbane in its mouth might just take it down. Or make it dizzy enough for Scott and Derek to take the final hit.

That's what the plan was supposed to be anyways if stupid Sourwolf didn't decide that it was his time to be a fucking hero and jump straight at the damn thing!

So here they are in Deaton's clinic watchig over a currently sleeping Derek and waiting for him to wake up, so Stiles could kill him for being so stupid!

"Stiles, babe, I need you to breathe." Stiles startles and looks up into Jacksons eyes, just realizing that he was panting and tears were rushing down his face. Immediately wiping his face he smiles shakily up at Jackson.

"I'm fine Jacks. Just a little worried about our dear old alpha. God knows what he was thinking!" Dammit, he didn't wanna keep crying.

A slightly croaky voice spoke up from the corner,"I don't know either Stiles but you need to calm down. We can't have you rush into a panic attack because of your worrying. He's going to fine." This time Lydia sat down next to him and began to run a hand through his hair.

Sighing he rested his head on Jaksons shoulder, arm wrapping around Lydias waist. "I just don't understand why he has to do that. Why risk your life for no reason? When putting your life in danger isn't the only way to take down a goddam demon monster thing! It's simple logic, and yet he keeps doing it. I just don't want to lose him you know?" The rest of the pack nod or whine in agreement.

Isaac, from where he's sat next to Derek holding his hand, wipes a tear from his face and says,"It's funny when they say, 'I would die for them' but the real question is 'would you live for them?' And I just wish Derek would understand that." Kira stands and heads over to Isaac and sits in his lap, hands running up and down his back and in his hair.

Boyd and Liam brought a change of clothes for everybody and picked up some take out on their way. None of them really had an appetite but knew they had to eat. Almost four hours later and Derek finally made movements as if he was waking up. The pack immediately got up form their sleepy positions and stood around Derek.

After squinting at the light and locating every pack member he asked, "Where am I?"

"Deaton's clinic." Uh oh. Short answers from Stiles, he is fucked.

He dared to ask,"What happened?"

"You decided to play hero and almost got yourself killed, o' mighty alpha." Stiles was fuming, Derek could tell and his wolf howled at seeing his mate so upset. The smell of anxiety and anger where coming off of him in waves but the smell of relief was practically suffocating him. All of them smelled of relief.

He looked around once more,"Did anybody get hurt?" Stiles scoffs and goes,"Just you. So typical of you to worry about everybody else and leave yourself for last. News flash Derek! You're just as important as us and to us. We love you! And we don't wanna see you throwing yourself in stupid and dangerous situations! Ok?"

Derek watched as all his pack got ready eyes again and he felt a wave of guilt fall in him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted you all safe. If anything happened to any of you-"

Isaac cuts him of and grabs his hand,"But something happened to you Derek. You're our alpha and our mate! If something happened to you what would happen to us?"

Sighing he grabs Isaac's hand a little harder in his own and tries sitting up with his other, getting a little help courtesy of Boyd. "I'm sorry... I just wasn't thinking," 'clearly!' Shut it Liam' " Pleae forgive me? I promise I'll make it up to you all?"

The pack look at eachother and then at Stiles, who has a small smile on his face. Oh no, Derek you're better of running away half injured, still better, then to face the wrath

"You sir, will be the pack's mule for two weeks."

God even Derek hated himself sometimes.