A/N: Sorry this took so long guys!
I've had such a hectic month, with Christmas and my birthday and then I was helping a family member move and now I'm preparing to move to another state.
But here is chapter three...hope you all enjoy! :D

Normal POV:
Derek was woken up in the middle of the night by a scream and someone shoving him onto the cold hard floor.
He got to his feet and looked around the room; the bed was empty, the blanket trailing off the end and across the floor. Derek heard a sob, looked in the direction it came from and found Stiles huddled in the corner under the window. His knees were pulled up to his chest, there were tears streaming down his face and his hands were fisted in his hair.
Derek crouched down and slowly put his hands on Stiles knees. Stiles jerked backwards and looked up Derek. Stiles was paler than usual, his eyes were bloodshot from crying and he looked terrified.

"Hey Stiles," Derek whispered. "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's stupid, don't worry about it." Stiles said, his voice cracking.
"Its obviously not nothing. Did you have a nightmare?"
"I was back in that basement, and I couldn't see a thing. I was so scared Derek."
"Its okay. I've got you now, and I'm not going to let them get anywhere near you again." Derek whispered into Stiles' hair, tightening his arms around him.
After sitting on the floor for a while, Stiles had calmed down and Derek could hear his heartbeat slowing as he started to fall asleep.
"Come on Stiles, back to bed. This floor isn't good for either of us."
Stiles just buried his head further into Derek's shoulder and mumbled about being too tired.
Derek picked Stiles up and laid him back down on the bed, crawled in next to him and pulled Stiles against his chest. Derek ran his hand through Stiles' hair, hoping it would help his sleep.
Just as Derek himself was dozing off, he heard Stiles mumble, "Don't tell anyone."

When Stiles woke up again, light was shining through the partially opened blinds and he was still curled against Derek's chest. For the first time in days Stiles felt well rested and thought it was probably due to the fingers that were slowly running through his hair and across the back of his neck.

"Hey." Stiles said, voice cracking with sleep when he looked up and saw that Derek was awake.
"Morning," Derek said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. I just want to get home." Stiles sat up. "I'm going to have a shower."

Stepping under the warm water, Stiles felt like all the remaining stress and anxiety from the last few days as being washed down the drain with the sweat and some dried blood. He shut the water off after a few minutes, dressed in clean clothes that he found on the counter - the shirt was Derek's - and opened the door.

There was a tray of food on the table next to the bed and Derek was standing near the window talking to the Sheriff, who was pacing at the foot of the bed. They both turned to Stiles when the door closed behind him.

"How're you feeling this morning, kiddo?" the Sheriff asked.
Stiles glanced at Derek questioningly and Derek shook his head slightly - silently telling Stiles that he hadn't told his dad about the nightmare.
"I'm good; hungry actually." Stiles said, looking back at his dad.
"Well it's a good thing there's food here. I know hospital food doesn't taste the best, but it's better than nothing right now."

Stiles sat int he chair next to the bed and the Sheriff pushed the table closer so he could eat.
"Did the doctor say anything after I left yesterday? He jsut told me you've been asleep most of the time."
"Yeah I was exhausted, so if they said anything I didn't hear it." Stiles said through a mouthful of cornflakes.
"Alright, well I'm gonna find him and see if we can take you home."

Stiles waited until his dad was out the room before turning to Derek.
"What were you and my dad talking about?" he asked.
"He just wants to catch the people who did this to you. We both do." Derek said, running his hand down his face; he looked almost as crappy as Stiles felt.

The Sheriff and a doctor walked into the room shortly after; the doctor carrying a chart and the Sheriff with a grin on his face.
"Good news Mr. Stilinski. You can go home now. As long as you're feeling up to it of course." the doctor said.
"Definitely, yes." Stiles said, standing up and looking around for his shoes and jacket.
"Mr. Stilinski, you still need to be careful. You were hurt rather badly so try not to do anything that will aggravate your injuries."
Stiles found his shoes under the bed and sat in the edge to put them on. He could hear the doctor talking to his dad while he tied the laces, but he wasn't paying much attention.

"If that's all?" the Sheriff asked the doctor. He nodded, shook the Sheriff's hand and left the room. The Sheriff turned back to Stiles. "You ready to go kid?"
Stiles nodded enthusiastically and while pulling on his jacket and turned to Derek. "You gonna follow us back?"
"I just have to stop by the loft first then I'll be over." Derek said.

Stiles nodded and followed his dad out of the hospital and to the car.
"Did you hear anything from Mr. Argent?" Stiles asked as they drove home.
"It just went to voicemail so I left a couple of messages. I'll keep trying until I reach him though." the Sheriff said. "We're going to find who did this."

As the Sheriff pulled the cruiser into the driveway ten minutes later, Stiles saw a couple of cars parked against the curb that usually weren't there. Stiles followed his dad into the house and was surprised when he saw that most of the pack was in his living room.

Scott pulled Stiles into a hug, being careful of his injuries.
"Sorry we didn't come see you..." Lydia said, hugging Stiles after Scott moved away.
"It's okay. I was asleep most of the time anyway." Stiles said, as everyone sat down.

The pack had been sitting around for a few hours, just talking and laughing like normal, when Derek walked in carrying a stack of pizzas and a grocery bag.
"I brought lunch. Anyone hungry?" he said, and the pack all grabbed a pizza box and spread out around the living room to watch a movie.
Derek sat next to Stiles on the couch and Stiles put his head on Derek's shoulder when Derek wrapped his arm around him.
"Uh, what's going on here?" Scott asked, looking at the couple.
"I don't know yet. We haven't really had a chance to talk about it." Stiles said, looking at Derek. He nudged Scott with his foot, "Now shush and watch Star Wars. I know you still haven't seen it."

The credits had just started rolling when there was a knock on the front door and the Sheriff got up to answer it. When he came back, the pack looked up and saw Chris Argent standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry I took so long to answer your calls. I...um...I know who did this. At least I think I do. There's four of them, we used to hunt together...a long time ago, before Alison was born. They've always been shoot first ask questions never. Especially with Alpha's." Chris looked at Derek when he said that last bit. "They don't usually go after humans though."
Everyone was looking at Stiles now.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? All they said to me was that they were 'sending a message' and they didn't exactly stop to explain what they were talking about." He said.
"Do you know where they are?" Derek asked.
Chris looked around the room and said, "They're still here, in Beacon Hills. In fact, they're staying in your old house Derek."