#mysterek

I like my legs and my sense of humour!

Okay Bella your turn :) 

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"I can't believe you did that, you complete idiot!" Derek shouts, making Stiles wince because the shouting really doesn't help the head injury he managed to sustain.

Stiles watches as Derek paces back and forth, glowering every so often at him. "The whip was mistletoe Derek, with one hit you'd have been on the ground and I would have got hurt at lot worse than this." Stiles gets out through gritted teeth as the movement of his mouth causes the open gash on his cheek to stretch and pull.

Derek is by his side in an instant, his hand cupping Stiles jaw. The veins in his arms turn black as he leaches away Stiles pain, leaving a dullness in its wake. "Stop talking. Just shut up and wait for Scott to get here."

Stiles nods. The look Derek is giving him is a mix between guilt and worry and Stiles never liked that look on Derek. He was meant to be all hard stares and frowns. This open look, the vulnerability in his eyes, its just too much for Stiles.

Scott arrives and hands Derek the large first aid kit. He perches himself on the chair opposite the sofa Stiles is currently lying on. Stiles forces a small smile at Scott, who just frowns when he sees Stiles wince at the pain from his cheek.

Derek is searching through the first aid box and pulls out a gauze pad. He works on Stiles cheek first in complete concentration. Stiles can't help but watch as Derek works. His eyebrows knitted together in concentration, a peak of a tongue slipping past his lips every now and then when he tries to be gentle.

He works thoroughly, his arms a constant black as he leaches Stiles pain. When Derek moves on to the lash on his chest he practically rips Stiles shirt in half.

Scott gives him a sad smile, knowing how much Stiles graphic shirts mean to him.

"Next time Stiles." Derek starts, making Stiles turn his attention to the man working on his chest. Stiles would feel insecure about showing his chest to Derek, but the werewolf anesthesia calms him and he just lies back and lets Derek work. "I would prefer it if you didn't jump in front of me when I'm trying to save your life."

"The. Whip. Was. Made. Of. Mistletoe." Stiles gets out slowly, trying to get his point across but all that does is earn him a growl.

"I heal Stiles."

"So do I."

Stiles can hear the eye roll Derek does. "I heal quicker than you."

"Look, I did this to save your life. So can you just thank me instead of yelling at me. You might think what I did was stupid, but I don't and I'm sorry, but your opinion isn't going to change mine."

Derek sighs and leans back on his haunches. "There, all patched up. Scott, you should take him home."

"I don't think moving him is a good idea."

"I second that!"

Derek frowns at Stiles and then turns to Scott and nods. Derek can never seem to say no to Scott anymore. Not now he has his alpha status.

Scott smiles and gets up, putting a warm hand on Stiles shoulder. "Get some rest. Your dad will no doubt be over soon."

"Thanks man. I'll see you tomorrow." With one last smile Scott is out of the loft and Stiles is left alone with Derek.

Derek is sitting on his haunches, his eyes roaming Stiles body and Stiles rolls his eyes. "I'm fine Derek. You've done a good job patching me up."

"You can't keep doing this Stiles. You can't keep jumping into fights."

Stiles blinks. Derek's voice is raw with emotion. Worry mainly. "I can't help it. That's what I do. You save me and I save you."

Derek huffs a small chuckle. "Nice rhyming Shakespeare."