Okay so I wrote this ages ago for Torchwood but I decided to rewrite it for Teen Wolf. Let me know what you think!

Also another shoutout to Brentinator for checking this out for me!

Prompt: In less than 1000 words, write about this: 'Date someone who will let you fall asleep in your car, drive the whole time, be okay with it, and avoid the pot holes so you sleep fine.'

I just to add a little drama to it. I'm sorry Stiles.

Stiles Stilinski sat in the back of the parked ambulance, wrapped in a blanket, staring into space.

Unnoticed by him, two paramedics stood a little away from him.

"Shock," one of them muttered, stealing glances at the man sitting alone by the ambulance. "The poor guy, have we contacted anyone for him?"

"Yeah, he had some guy under the name 'Emergency Contact' so I just called him back, explained what had happened and he said he'd be here as fast as he could." The first paramedic nodded, looking over at the man who had yet to break his gaze from his small puddle of shock-induced vomit a few yards from his feet.

"Has he said anything yet?" the first paramedic asked. "Not a word," replied the second. "But after what he's been through I'm just surprised he's sitting upright."

The paramedics were interrupted as tyres screeched, a Camaro turned the corner and pulled up on the opposite side of the paramedics. A tall man jumped out wrapped in a leather jacket.

"Derek Hale," he said, gruffly. "I'm here for Stilinski."

The paramedics gestured towards the lit ambulance, and Derek began to run towards him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," the paramedic called, "he's in shock. No telling what he'd do."

Derek stopped and looked at Stiles who had yet to notice Derek's arrival. Derek's face somewhat softened, as he pulled off his jacket, shivering a little in the autumn air.

He cautiously crept towards his friend. "Stiles? Stiles, it's me, it's Derek," he called softly. Stiles' gaze broke from the small pool of vomit on the ground. He looked up at Derek with tears in his eyes, his right eye swollen shut.

"'erek?" he choked out, as tears started to fall. Derek wrapped his coat around Stiles' shuddering shoulders and placed his arms around him as Stiles pressed his face to his chest. Derek stared at the chaos behind the parked ambulance, "Its' okay, Stiles, it's me, you're okay now, I promise. They can't hurt you anymore," he said softly, resting his chin on Stiles' head as he sobbed.
"C'mon, let's go home, let's get you to bed," Derek said, slowly peeling Stiles from his chest, placing his hands on his shoulders and steering him towards the car.

Derek nodded towards the paramedics who nodded back solemnly as Stiles stumbled towards the car.

Derek pulled open the door of the car and helped Stiles crawl inside, noticing him flinch as he leaned back into the seat. Derek pulled the seatbelt around him gently and closed the door as quietly as he could, quickly running around and climbing in himself.

As Derek pulled out onto the road. Stiles spoke quietly. "I-I don't want to... to go home... j-just yet, can... can we just drive around a bit first."

"Stiles, I really think we should get you home..." Derek said, pityingly.

"Please." Stiles' voice was tired, pleading.

"Sure," Derek said quietly, "Whatever you want."

After a half hour of driving around Beacon Hills, Derek chanced a look at the ever-silent researcher. His face melted as he saw Stiles' head tilted to one side, asleep, his black eye really starting to show. Derek realised that he had just wanted some peace before going back to his house, full of deafening silences since his dad had left for that trial in Chicago a week ago.

Derek slowed down considerably as he drove through the back streets of Beacon Hills, making sure to miss each pot hole he came across so he wouldn't disturb his sleeping friend.

Derek decided to take Stiles back to the loft, let him stay with him for a while, until he was sure he can cope on his own. As he pulled into the parking lot, he made sure to park close to the elevator. Derek climbed out as quietly as he could, and gently lifted Stiles from the car.
Stiles whimpered slightly at being moved, before curling into Derek's chest.

Derek stood in the lift, holding Stiles close to him as they quickly went downwards. Derek cursed the loud 'ping' it made and thanked anyone who was listening that Stiles didn't wake up.

Derek slowly made his way towards his room and gently lay Stiles down on the bed. Stiles whimpered at the loss of contact before latching himself onto Derek's leg. Derek made a quick decision and quickly removed his shirt, belt and shoes and lay down beside the boy. He smiled softly as Stiles rested his head on his chest.

Derek quickly grabbed his phone and sent a text to the rest of the Pack:
stay away from the loft until monday

As Derek turned off his phone he wrapped his arms around Stiles once more. "They can't hurt you anymore, Stiles. You're okay."