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15 minutes of a Sterek fanfic, part 17

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 (NSFW) here, part 6 here, part 7 here, part 8 here, part 9 here, part 10 here, part 11 here, part 12 here, part 13 here, part 14 here, part 15 here, and part 16 here.

"Every night?" asked Stiles.

Derek just looked at him.

"For how long?"

"Until we catch Gerard," replied Derek coldly.

The wolves all nodded seriously. None of them appeared to have any complaints which didn't help Stiles. Stiles was about to issue some sort of objection, but suddenly the way that all of the wolves were looking at him made him go quiet. He nodded his assent.

"It's late enough," said Scott, "if Isaac and I have to get up in the middle, I say we head to bed now."

The pack all agreed and everyone dispersed to their areas. Luckily, there was a bathroom on each floor so the amount of fighting to get ready for bed was at a minimum.

Derek gingerly carried Stiles upstairs and placed him on his bed. He gently started to change his clothes into pajamas.

"I can change my own shirt," objected Stiles, wrestling with an old Batman t-shirt of his. Derek nodded and then smiled a bit as Stiles continued to wrestle with the shirt.

"You sure?"

"Yes," huffed Stiles, triumphantly getting the shirt on. "I think I can do my pants too."

Derek playfully chucked the Batman pajama pants at him, hitting Stiles lightly in the face.

"Hey," objected Stiles, equally playful. "Aw, you got me matching pajamas."

"It bugs you when they don't match," muttered Derek quietly, remembering a time when Stiles was running around his room with his shirt off desperately looking for a Marvel shirt to match his Marvel pants.

"Maybe," teased Stiles, carefully putting one bandaged foot through the large pant hole. "Did you grab the Batman ones cause Erica called me Batman?"

Derek quirked a smile, "Maybe."

"Of my nicknames, it's definitely one of the better ones."

"Stiles is a nickname."

"Hey you're one of the few people who knows my actual name and it's going to stay that way."

Derek held up his hands in mock defeat, "Okay."

"See? I did it all by myself," declared Stiles triumphantly showing off his pajama-clad self.

Derek looked at Stiles, fully dressed in Batman pajamas and was thankful for the moment before he spoke. "I don't mind helping you."

"I know," said Stiles, "but I can still do things, you know. I'm not helpless."

"I know," replied Derek seriously. He knew that this had been an issue in their relationship before; Stiles would think that Derek thought he was helpless or weak, but really Derek just wanted him safe and it would culminate in a fight. They always got through these fights, but Derek knew that Stiles needed to hear him say that he knew Stiles wasn't helpless in this moment.

"Now it's your turn to help though," said Stiles, "Bring me my wheelchair so I can go to the bathroom to get ready and no--I don't need any help in there."

Derek brought over Stiles's wheelchair and watched as he wheeled off to the bathroom. Derek changed into the PJs that Erica had grabbed when she packed a bag for him. They were nothing special, just a hazel-green t-shirt and gray sweatpants, but Derek smiled. Erica knew that Stiles liked Derek in shirts that brought out his eyes. She was being a true wingwoman.

Not that Derek was in the mood. Being back in Stiles's room had him on edge. He doubted that he would get much sleep that night if any. 

Stiles came back in the room and smiled, "All yours."

(Prompt by me)

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