Lights Stay On For You.

by R0BBIE

Summary:

Derek walked threw the woods, stopping at the familiar road, one he knew so well. Smiling as he noticed the dimmed light coming from the second floor window, Stiles.

Or the fic were Derek Hale goes through rough times and Stiles is there to help, so is Uncle Peter and Chris.

Chapter 1: -1-

Derek tossed a pillow off his recked bed, turning to find a comfortable position to lay on. He groaned in frustration and sat up, pulling his vans on and a black hoodie - one of the many he'd stolen from uncle Chris -. Derek lifted his window, just enough for him to sneak out without waking the pack or scaring his siblings in the room across the hall. 

Derek carefully dropped down from the roof, internally crying at the loud crunch of his ankle as he landed on it funny. Derek fell onto the large wooden porch cursing quietly, but apparently not quiet enough. Which was why his Uncle Peter and Chris were running out the front door to his aid. " Derek, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?" He heard Uncle Chris whisper yell, but still helping the teenager up, letting him lean most his weight onto his body. " He was sneaking out, odvouisly my love " Derek rolled his eyes, but chuckled at his Uncle Peter when he stubbed his toe on their door frame.

This was definitely not how Derek expected to spend his Friday night. On the couch with his two uncles and his left ankle propped up on a couple pillows to support it's aching pain. He sighed and continued watching the show the three put on. He thought of texting Stiles to come over, but decided against it, knowing the teen would probably be asleep at this hour, something he probably should've been doing, like his uncle's, who were snoring next to each other. Derek opted to close his eyes, letting out a content sigh as the pain in his ankle slowly filtered away, because of his quick healing. 

The sun shown brightly in Derek's eyes, groaning as he knew the pack knew he was now awake. He listened to the scattered yelling and thumping of his family, sighing and sitting up, being met with Stiles scrolling through his phone. " Morning sourwolf, heard you took quite a fall on your way to my humble abode last night, miss me that much?" Stiles smiled, patting Derek's knee in a way of comfort. Derek rolled his eyes playfully, and excepted the hand outstretched by Stiles, he carefully placed his left foot on the ground, wincing as he took a step. " And down we go again " Stiles says, dragging Derek's tired frame back to the couch, Derek putting in little struggle, which made Stiles grateful. Both boys became comfortable on the couch, waiting for Uncle Chris to finish breakfast.

Derek sniffed the air, he did it for a second time, then a third, and opened his eyes. Snorting at Stiles' stuffed face with bacon hanging from his mouth. " Damn Stiles, you act like I don't feed you" Sheriff Stilinski laughed with Derek's uncle's, Chris playfully shaking his head in faux disappointment. Derek grabbed the bacon threatening to fall from Stiles' mouth, and ate it, chuckling as Stiles made a mad face, but Derek knew he wasn't actually mad, his scent gave him away. Anger filled the air. The pungent scent overpowering Stiles scent, making Derek panic and curl up into Stiles' more, placing his head into his neck to scent the boy. Derek knew Peter smelt it to, he quickly looked in their direction, signaling that it was Talia. Peter quickly got up and pulled Stiles and Derek outside, closing the door before his elder sister could so much as sneeze in their direction. " Der? You gotta call down man, it's just your mom, no intruder is here to hurt us. " Stiles rubbed at Derek's neck, he felt Derek's breath on his own, wanting to laugh as it tickled his sensitive skin, but he knew it wasn't the time or place to laugh. " What the hell shoved a stick up her ass so early today " Peter hissed, shaking his head. Derek sighed, but continued to lay in head in the crook of Stiles' neck, breathing in his scent. Cinnamon, Landry detergent, and faint deodorant that smelt like old spice. Ofcourse it was old spice, Derek thought, a small smile creeping up on his face. " You boys stay out here, I'm gonna talk to Talia " Both teens waved to Peter as he walked into the house, Derek could smell the anger, and disgust coming off his Uncle, knowing that things wouldn't be good. 

Chapter 2: -2-

Derek treaded through the woods, the natural smell of damp dirt and grass pungent in his nose as he walked. The moon was bright, making it easier for Derek to see without letting his wolf overpower his scenes. The cold autumn breeze making his nose a light shade of pink as he continued his walk to the familiar street. 

Derek stopped when he saw the two story house come into view, he sighed at the sight of Stiles' open curtains and window. Derek thought Stiles wanted supernatural creatures to steal him at this point. He pulled himself up onto the roof, carefully crawling across it to Stiles' window, not trying to startle the shorter brunette. 

Derek almost laughed at the sight of Stiles. He was laying on his bed, his legs up and swinging in the air like a teen girl, with his car magazine. He snorted by accident, trying to hold in his laughter, but failed. Stiles jumped off his bed in alarm. " Dude! What the hell?! " Stiles cried, placing a hand over his heart, leaning over his bed, panting. " Maybe next time use the front door, yea?" Derek ignored Stiles' whining, and climbed through the window, towards the computer chair that was tucked underneath Stiles' desk. " I'm a werewolf Stiles. Why would I use doors, when I could just come and scare the shit out of you " Stiles huffed in sarcasm, plopping back down on his bed, but not grabbing his magazine. Both boys sat in a comfortable silence, Derek resting his head on the chairs and Stiles scrolling through his phone. " What happened, after this morning I mean" Stiles asked quickly. Derek sighed, but licked his lips getting ready to speak. " Something about a new Alpha in town. She wants Laura, Uncle Peter and I to start more intense training because of it " Derek grumbled, odvouisly not very happy about the situation happening. Stiles understood what ' intense training ' meant. It meant sore Derek and less time to see him other than school, which was a bust on both their ends. Stiles sighed and walked over to where Derek was sat, he grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the nest Derek had made the last time he'd spent the night. " Talia shouldn't be putting this much pressure on you, your only 17 Derek, you need to live your life before your stuck... Uh.. paying taxes!" Derek huffed out a tight laugh, and smiled placing his head into the nook of Stiles' neck breathing in his scent. 

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Stiles walked into Derek's room, the curtains closed like always, and his sleeping form tunneled under blankets. Stiles sighed and crawled into the bed shaking Derek awake. " Wha' doing?" He grumbled out, his voice rough and heavy with sleep. " It's almost 3 in the afternoon Derek, and Peter wants to talk to you about something" Stiles explained, running a gentle hand through Derek's messy hair. Derek melted into the touch, closing his eyes once again to try and fall back asleep, but before he could Stiles yanked him out of the bed with a gruff " I'm serious Derek, get up. " Derek knew he wasn't serious, his heart skipped a couple beets. But he complied anyway, not wanting to keep his uncle's waiting. He through on a clean shirt and pulled Stiles out of his room, down towards his uncle's study, that they didn't really use much, Derek only knew they were in there because of their fast beating hearts. " You wanted to talk?" Derek walked into the room, Stiles waiting outside the room. Peter and Chris both looked at each other worriedly. " Your mother thinks it's best if you start more difficult training, to... Get ahold of your wolf... More efficiently apparently. " Peter sighed, Chris taking ahild of his hand. Derek frowned. " This is stupid, and you both know it. So what if there's a rouge Alpha running about, You and Uncle Chris can teach me enough to stay away " Derek protested, balling his hands into tight fists. Peter nodded his head, but his shoulders still stayed tense, Derek noticed. " She wants you to train with Chris, to get used to how hunters will attack and prioritize us ' threats ' " Peter hissed. He didn't like when Chris was used to train the pups, not even Derek. Chris couldn't heal like they could, and with Derek and his unstable way of dealing with his wolf without Stiles was even worse.

" It's starting tomorrow. " 

Chapter 3: -3-

Derek stormed out of the study, his jaw clenched and eyebrows in his signature scowl. Stiles quickly followed after the teen, not wanting him to wolf out unexpectedly. 

Derek sighed, leaning against a wall outside the Manor. He balled his hand into a fist, punching the wooden wall. Stiles quickly ran towards him, grabbing Derek's already bloody and bruised hand, cradling it in his hands carefully. " Steady breathes, " Stiles whispered, rubbing Derek's back slowly. Both boys stayed, sitting on the floor together for hours, until the sunset.

Derek's head was laying on Stiles' shoulder, Stiles was rubbing comforting shapes into Derek's back, watching the stars with him as they both sat on the grass. " My mother wants me to start training with uncle Chris, to know how a hunter will attack and approach werewolves, like me " Derek mumbled, scenting Stiles, as he placed his nose into Stiles' neck. Derek felt anger rising in Stiles scent, he sighed and intertwined his fingers with Stiles', easing his increasing pulse.

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Chris, Peter and Derek walked through the front door. Derek holding a bloody rag to his nose as he collapsed onto the couch with Jackson and Allison. " What happened?" Allison asked, examining her cousins bleeding face carefully. " Uncle Peter through me into a tree " Derek grumbled, fishing his phone out from his back pocket, tappeing on Stiles' contact. 

" Hey Der, you alright?" Stiles asked, a yawn present in his voice as he spoke over the phone. " Uh, n- Yea... I'm uh, I'm good. I just wanted to know if you wanted to watch a couple movies with me tonight" Derek offered, getting up from the large L shaped couch and walking to his room. " Sure, that sounds fun. I'll be there in ten. " And with that Stiles was hanging up and putting a sweater on over his shirt, and grabbing the keys for Roscoe, driving off towards the Hale Manor.

Derek sighed in content as the git hot water ran down his back, easing his aching muscles. He could definitely tell there was a couple bruises scattered around his back, from the training. Derek turned the water off, loosely wrapping a towel around his waist and walking out to his closet, not noticing the brunette laying on his bed. 

Derek let the towel slid down his body, grabbing boxers and sweatpants to wear. " Hey Hot Wolf. Love the view you showed me " Stiles smirked, his camera flashing on his phone. Derek internally jumped, his ears turning a dark red in embarrassment. " I hate you Stiles " 

" No you don't. You can't hate me " 

" Yes I can " 

" No you can't."

"Yes. I. Can! " 

It went silent when Derek yelled, his nails grew into sharp claws, piercing his palms causing blood to deep out quickly. Stiles rushed to the boy, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the bathroom again. " Hey, Derek look at me" Stiles barked. Derek's head didn't budge, do indulged with the puddle of blood that was growing larger as he stood. " Derek Hale!" Peter yelled, sprinting to the two boys. He grabbed Derek's hands from Stiles, grabbing towels that he would need to replace.  " Derek, I need you to look at me " Peter growled, pulling the boys chin up to face him. Peter looked into Derek's hazy, unfocused eyes. He smacked the boy's cheek, bringing him back from his stage of dissociation. 

By the time Chris had pushed back the crowd of Hale's surrounding Derek's door, The three males were cleaning Derek up, Stiles was holding Derek to comfort him, while Peter bandaged up the crescent moon cuts in his palms. After Derek had been situated with Stiles on his bed, Peter, Chris and Talia both walked into Their Study. Each giving each other worrisome looks. 

" He's not stable, Talia. "

Chapter 4: -4-

Peter, Chris and Talia were all huddled around a large Table. They were waiting for Noah to arrive to talk about Derek's... abnormal behavior.

" No! You will not treat your son like an animal!" Peter yelled, slamming his fist into the table. Chris gently grasped Peters hand, pulling it into his own. " Peter, you don't understand! Derek is making irrational decisions! He is my  son! Mine! You will not tell me how to raise him!" She screamed back, shooting a hard glare back at her brother. Who's jaw was dropped. " You raised him?! Chris And I basically raised him while you were too busy with Laura! Why do you think he comes to me and Chris when he needs help with homework, huh?! Or when he broke his arm before he knew how to heal?! We did that! Chris and I! Not you!" Peter stormed out, His fists clenched. Chris gave one disapproving towards Talia and walked out, following Peter.

" She has no right to even say she was around while Derek was growing up. That was us! Even Noah helped raise him, Even when Claudia was going through it. She- she. " Peter hiccuped. Chris ran a gentle hand down Peter's back, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. " Call Stiles. Tell him that Derek needs to stay with him until we get things sorted " Chris nodded, grabbing his phone pressing on Stiles' contact.

" Hey Uncle Chris. Dad said he would be a little late " Stiles said, his voice dampend with sleep. " That's all right Kiddo. Uh, we're sorry to wake you so late, but uhm, Is it alright if Derek stays with you and your pops for a little while?" Chris asked, his grip on Peter's hand beginning to get tighter. " Uh Yeah, of course. Is he okay? Is everything alright?" Chris smiled at Stiles' concern." He'll be alright when he's with you. " Chris nodded. He heard Stiles'get up from his bed, probably grabbing his shoes. " Ill pick him up, yea?" Stiles asked hesitating to grab his keys if not needed to. " Yeah, that's probably for the best with how his hand is still. " 

Derek was sitting on the porch with Peter and Chris, bags in hand. " Gosh, this is bringing tears to my eyes. It's like your moving out " Peter dramatically whipped a non-existent tear from his eye as Stiles pulled up in his jeep. " Get him home safe, yea Mischief?" Peter smiled, roughly patting the top of the jeep as Derek pulled the door closed. " Hey, careful with Roscoe! " Stiles barked, but Peter knew he didn't mean anything by it. " Call if you need anything, alright Kiddo?" Peter saw Derek nod his head. He ruffled the brunettes hair and smiled waving as the two drove off in the blue jeep. " He's gonna be okay. It's only for a little while, just until we get things under control" Chris smiled weakly, grabbing ahold of Peter's warm hand

" Yeah, I know. "

Chapter 5: -5-

Notes:

Leave comments, there great to read. Constructive Criticism is welcome too. Have a great day.

Derek sighed in content as Stiles' fingers threaded through his hair. The way they scratched at his scalp softly too sooth him. " Can I check your hand?" Stiles hesitantly asked, but didn't stop scratching Derek's scalp. Derek nodded his head, placing his bandaged hand into his palm. Stiles carefully unwrapped Derek's palm, examing the now healing cuts. " Huh? There healing now, how? How is that normal? " Stiles asked, his jaw lax. " I- I don't know. It wasn't healing when it first happened. " Derek answered, in as much confusion as Stiles was in. " Uh, I'm sure Peter can answer it tomorrow. But until then, you and I both need sleep " Stiles smiled, helping Derek under the covers, and turning the light off.

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Peter and Chris were walking around the woods. The moon bright as they did. " Peter, We need to talk to Talia about how we're going to asses this, problem with Derek. " Chris sighed, leaning his head onto Peter's shoulder as there walk continued throughout the dark woods. " I know, it's just.. she treats him like garbage, You know that Chris. Because of her, Derek is to scared to let his wolf out around us, and when it happens it's out of control. And she wants to send him to Eichen House because of it!" Peter hissed. Chris nodded his head, not liking the decisions either of the siblings thought of. Chris sighed and pulled Peter to a nearby bench, just across from the high school. " That's why he's with Stiles. Derek won't be going anywhere unless he wants too. But it might be best if we give him some time to relax, and be away from the pack for a little while " Chris explained, kissing the brunettes cheek softly. 

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Derek sighed as the cold winter air made him shiver. This was the only thing Derek disliked about winter and fall. The cold weather was a bust, and Stiles always complained about it, making Derek give up a jacket or two for himself. " Dude! Wait up! I have little legs Der!" Stiles puffed, running to catch up to the other male, who was halfway to the coffee shop already. " Not my fault you got Noah's genes " Derek chuckled, flicking Stiles' forehead gently when he finally caught up. " Whatever, " Stiles huffed in defiet, swatting Derek's hand away as they entered the small coffee shop filled with other high schoolers, and the occasional old couple reliving their years. " Why are we even here? You don't like their coffee Der" Stiles pointed out, his arms crossed like how he used to when they were children. " Because you like the coffee here. " Derek smiled, flicking Stiles' forehead again before he went to go find a seat for them. Stiles huffed but walked up to the counter ordering his drink and a croissant.

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" Allison?" Chris called out into the teenage girls room, awaiting her response " yea Dad?" She smiled walking out of the room with her bag in hand. " Are you sure Lydia is okay with you staying with her until we get things sorted with Aunt Talia?" He asked, crossing his arms around himself. She smiled weakly at her Dad, hugging him. " Yeah, her mom said that I can stay however long we need. If you see Derek, tell him that I said hi, okay? Love you !" She yelled walking down the stairs to Lydia's car, blowing a kiss to both her parents. " Okay, now we need to check on Jackson and Cora... I call Jackson, you can have the demon child!" Peter ran away towards Jackson's room, leaving Chris in the living room. " Such a coward, isn't he, Christopher?" Talia murmured, walking towards the man with a shrill smile plastered on her face. " Not as much as you " He sneered, walking towards Cora's room. Leaving Talia alone like Peter had done to Chris, only mere minutes ago.

Peter waved by as Cora and Jackson both climbed into Danny's car. Danny's little sister hugging her tight, as they drove off Peter and Chris waved. 

" We need to talk to Talia. "

Chapter 6

" Chris, I treat Derek like I do so he's prepared for when I'm no longer here to guide him " Talia explained, her arms neatly crossed against her chest as she spoke. " I can understand Talia, but, Derek needs his mother right now. Derek needs someone other than Peter and I to help him, we can see it in his eyes, whenever we talk with you he has a glint that maybe you'll talk to him, or spend time with him " Chris reasoned. He heard Talia's breath catch when he finished speaking. He hoped he'd gotten through to her. "... Derek isn't... He does need a parent in his life. That's why I'm quite glad your here Chris, and thank you for that eye opening statement. " She smiled before walking out of her study, probably going to find Laura. Chris felt a sudden weight lifted off his shoulders, and he smiled.

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Derek and Stiles pulled up to the Hale Manor, Peter and Chris waiting for them at the porch. " You boys have your Christmas spirit with you?" Peter smiled clapping both on the back as the walked inside " I know I do, but Derek here, he's uh, he's a little on the scrooge side. " Stiles mumbled, with a small smirk present on his face. Peter ' tisked ' but continued walking towards the kitchen where ingredients were spread out. " Stiles get your hands out of the cheese!" Chris quickly whacked Stiles hand away with his rubber spatula, causing Stiles to jump, but he laughed after. Peter had pulled Derek out of the shenanigans towards his study. 

" Your hand. It's healed, How?" He quickly asked, but kept his voice steady, not to startle the younger. " When Stiles went to look at it it had started to heal " Derek shrugged, shoving both hands into his jean pockets. Peter nodded and motioned to the large door out, following as Derek left. 

The sun had sun had set hours after They'd finished the ham. All tired and some overwhelmed by all the different smells, that the two wolves had to leave halfway through cooking to calm down. " Stiles hold on!" Peter ran after the teen, pulling him away from the jeep Derek was almost passed out in. " Yeah Uncle Pete?" Stiles nodded, crossing his arms around his body with a small smile " Thank you for being there for Derek, he really needs this " Peter smiled hugging the boy tightly, smelling the joy that radiated off of Stiles' body as he did so. " Of course, he's always been there for me " Stiles said, hugging back before climbing into the Jeep driving off. " We have to go Christmas shopping now" Chris reminded the taller, nudging his shoulder. Peter groaned and slumped into the post he was leaning on.

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Derek and Stiles were both under the covers, Derek's head stashed into Stiles' neck. " Today was pretty hard for you, huh?" Stiles asked, rubbing Derek's back softly. He felt the boy nod his head. " You sure your gonna make it through Christmas? There's always so many different scents that overwhelm you " Stiles explained as he traced shapes over Derek's shirt. Another nod came from said teen. Stiles sighed and turned off his light, closing his eyes.

" Hey boys, I brought home din- " Noah was quickly cut off by Derek putting a finger to his mouth. " Stiles is asleep " He said, removing the finger and rubbing his eyes with a closed fist. " Oh, well then. You hungry Kiddo?" Norah whispered, holding up the bag of McDonald's. Derek sniffed the air and nodded, following Noah down the stairs to the living room. " How's school going Der?" Norah asked, taking a bite of his burger that Stiles definitely wouldn't approve of him eating. " Good, Stiles wants me to try out for basketball. Says I have the height and strength for it " Derek mumbled from his corner of the couch, a to-go cup of Dr. Pepper in hand as he spoke. " Me and your uncle Peter played basketball in high school, that's how we met your uncle Chris. " Noah smiled shaking his head at the mear memory of his teen years. " Dad please don't tell Derek we've all heard over hundreds of times " Stiles chuckled jumping over the couch and landing right next to Derek, stealing a couple french fries from his open box. Stiles smiled at the faux angry face Derek made as he ate the fries. 

Their conversation continued for almost three hours before Noah took a glance at his watch. " Shit, you boys and I need to go Christmas shopping tomorrow, and it's well past your bed time " He said, shoeing the two up towards Stiles' room, ignoring the protests and complaining that left Stiles mouth

" Sleep Well kids "

 

 

Chapter 7: -7-

Derek and Stiles quickly climbed into the jeep, trying to avoid the heavy rain that poured on all of Beacon Hills. " It's raining cats and dogs out there " Stiles murmured, looking out his jeep window as he drove. Derek quickly frowned at Stiles' joke. " Aw, come on! That one was good!" He laughed, looking over at the scowling male in the passenger seat, hitting his arm playfully.

" Which ones my color?" Stiles asked hovering a green, than red dress over his body with a smirk across his face. " You look ugly in both " Derek chuckled, following Noah throughout the store. Stiles not quite keeping up with the two males, making them stop multiple times for him to catch up. " You boys get everything you need?" Noah asked grabbing his phone from his pocket, sending a quick text to Peter. " Yep, " Stiles nodded, grabbing his bags from the self checkout line, Derek doing so also. The three sprinted out towards their own cars, trying to stay as dry as possible, but failing miserablely by the time they'd reached their cars. Derek handed Stiles a large jacket from the back of his jeep, sighing in content as he put the heater up higher as Stiles drove towards the Hale Manor. 

Peter and Chris were bundled in each other's arms on the porch when they all showed up. Peter helping Derek inside with all his wrapped gifts, Chris lending a hand to Stiles who had refused multiple times, but than agreed after almost dropping three fragile presents in the mud. " Jackson, Allison and Cora will be here tomorrow, and Malia is flying in tonight " Chris explained, handing each member a mug of hot cocoa and blankets. " What about Isaac? He's invited also " Derek pointed out, Stiles nodding his head in agreement, almost spilling his cocoa as he did so. " I'm not sure, he hasn't answered you back yet?" Chris mumbled checking his phone again, searching for any new messages. Stiles murmerd something incoherent into Derek's ear, so Peter wasn't able to catch it but couldn't help but be even more suspicious when Derek shot a worried glance at Stiles. " We can go to his house. He loves us " Stiles smiled, grabbing his keys and following Derek outside. " Be careful it's wet out there!" Chris called out, shaking his head as the door closed.

" We're taking my car." Derek said, sliding into his black Camero. " I love the Camero! " Stiles smiled, quickly getting into the car, driving off Towards Isaac's house, careful of the heavy rain. " Dude, you okay? Your gripping the wheel pretty tight" Stiles pointed out, tapping Derek's shoulder lightly " Um, yeah. I'm good, sorry. " Derek mumbled loosening his death grip on the wheel. As they got closer, Derek could almost smell the fear and anxiety radiating off Stiles, knowing that if they got within 20 feet of that house Isaac would be able to smell him and Derek. " Calm down, yeah? " Derek grimaced, rolling his window down. Stiles was confused for a second, but quickly caught on to Derek's sensitive nose. " Oh shit, sorry. " Stiles quickly apologized, rolling his window down as well, to bring in the outside smells. Derek sighed, he could hear Stiles' racing heart, the anxiety that tumbled around him. But before Derek even put the car in park, he could smell the overpowering scent of anger and fear, and the faint sound of yelling. "Stay in the car, " Derek barked, quickly getting out of his car, running towards the front door, where the yelling became louder as he got closer. " Isaac?!" Derek yelled, banging on the door. He heard the yelling quiet down, and the sound of foot steps stomping up a flight of stairs. The opening of a door, more steps. Than the door was opened, but only a couple inches. " Who are you?" Mr. Layhe asked, his hand gripped onto the wall tightly. Derek caught the scent of blood, Isaac's blood. Derek was about to push past the old man, but was quickly interrupted by Isaac. " That's Derek, dad. He's helping me with Spanish. " Isaac lied, Derek could hear his heart skip a beat as he spoke. " Why's he here? " Mr. Lahey growled, furrowing his eyebrows as he staired at Derek. " Well sir, Isaac told me you'd be out of town for the holidays and so would my cousins, so I talked to Issac about studying over the break. Y'know to get those good grades in Spanish. " Derek smiled, his dug his claws into his palms, quickly shoving them into his sweater pockets to hide the blood seeping out of his hands. Mr. Lahey looked back at his son and sighed. " Fine, but only because of your failing miserablely in that class. Go and pack your shit. " Mr. lahey barked, Isaac quickly running up the stairs towards his room, grabbing the already prepared bag from underneath his bed. Isaac rushed down the stairs, looking Derek in the eyes smiling. Both boys ran towards Derek's car, Stiles eyeing the bloody hand prints on the Camero door. 

" Thanks guys "

 

Chapter 8: -8-

Stiles intertwined his hands with Derek's, grimacing as the warm blood threaded through their fingers, dripping onto the joystick. " There's a room ready for you. It's right across from mine, so Stiles can show you in his way up. " Derek explained, parking his car in the garage. Stiles sent Derek a small smile as he walked with Isaac inside. 

Isaac and Stiles walked in silence to the guest room, until they reached the door. " Your scent. Why are you so worried?" Isaac suddenly asked, carefully grabbing Stiles' shoulder before he could leave. " Huh? Oh. It's nothing don't worry" Stiles mumbled, walking across the hall to Derek's room. Stiles slumped into the Comfortable bed, waiting for Derek to come in and lay with him.

It didn't take long before Derek was in the room, cuddling with Stiles, and scenting his neck. " Your feeling pretty warm, you sure you're alright?" Stiles asked rubbing Derek's neck as he breathed on Stiles'. " Stiles, I'm a werewolf, remember? I supposed to be naturally warm " Derek mumbled, adjusting his position on the bed. Stiles sighed, but nodded anyway, not wanting to upset the taller. 

Peter was reading the news paper when Stiles came running down the stairs in alarm. " Hey, slow down, what going on?" Peter asked, quickly grabbing the younger boy before he could ran into the wall. " Uhm, I think Derek's sick. Maybe, I might just be overreacting, but he feels a lot warmer than he should " Stiles explained, but if you would've asked Peter, he would've said rambled. Peter sighed, walking up towards Derek's room, already smelling the different, sickly scent, radiating off it.  Peter entered the room, eyeing Derek laying on his bed bundled under his blankets. " Stiles, I told you M'fine " Derek grumbled, his words either jumbled by the pillow that smothered his face or the over taking fever that was wrecking his entire body. " Yeah, sure kiddo. Take some rest. " He smiled, kissing the teenagers head, before leaving with Stiles. " Is he okay?" Stiles quickly asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet for an answer. " He'll be fine. It's probably because of his healing factor be slow right now. Only werewolves can catch it, so your free to go up and cuddle him if you want. " Peter nodded, waving as the boy scurried up the stairs. " Derek's in good hands, " Chris smiled, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist before he placed a soft kiss underneath Peter's ear. " Yes, Yes he is " 

Stiles and Derek were watching a movie, (per Derek's request) But Stiles couldn't help but indulge on the even more unnatural heat radiating off the werewolf. He sighed in content as he listened to the show and heavy rain hitting the windows and roof. Stiles threaded his fingers through Derek's hair, knowing it soothed the teen, probably even more now that he was under the weather. " M'fine Stiles, " Derek mumbled, scenting Stiles' arm gently. Stiles huffed out a quiet laugh, and continued running his hands in Derek's hair.

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Peter and Chris were parked at the airport, awaiting Malia's arrival. She'd flown out to go hunting with Braeden a couple months ago, but had decided to come back right before Christmas to live in Beacon Hills again. They were all grateful to hear the news, but there were times when she could be... A bit of a handful.. She had run up to Chris, scenting him, leaving Peter to grab her luggage before they'd all forgotten it, quickly pulling her to the car, trying to avoid the looks that we're already set on them. " It's good to see Malia" Peter smiled, kissing her forehead before she climbed into the backseat of their car. Starting their long drive back to beacon hills.

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Jackson, Allison and Cora all piled up onto the couch, Derek and Stiles on the other end while Malia, Peter, and Chris were setting things up for the family pictures. Talia walked into the room, Peter eyeing her from across the living room as she walked towards Derek and Stiles. She rubbed Derek's head gently, not to startle him while he rested. Stiles felt Derek's hand tighten around his. He saw the way a small smile ate at Derek's lips. Stiles chuckled, and pulled Derek's head down to his shoulder. Peter nodded towards Talia as she walked away, probably getting ready for the pictures. 

" Noah's on his way, Stiles can you get Derek?" Chris asked, sliding his phone into his pocket. Stiles nodded, running up the stairs towards the familiar room. " Hey Der, you ready?" Stiles called from the door, waiting for a response. He heard shuffling around the room before the door opened, revealing Derek. He had a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled half way up, black slacks, and his disheved hair. " Not even close " he mumbled, combing a hand through the messy hair as he spoke. " Let me help" Stiles laughed, pushing the other into the bathroom.

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Everyone was sitting in the living room, All changed out of their uncomfortable picture clothes, watching a movie while Chris was in the kitchen with Peter. " Your still a little warm, you sure your up for your run tonight?" Stiles asked, his head laying on Derek's shoulder. Derek nodded, closing his eyes as the movie went on, but not totally falling asleep, just listening to Stiles' heartbeat as he breathed. 

Stiles was asleep on the bed, the heavy rain had woke Derek from his sleep hours ago. He sighed, carefully getting up from the bed, leaving his room. He threaded carefully across the house, arriving at his Uncle's room, he heard the shushed talking of the two. He opened the door, revealing the two adults covered with tape and wrapping paper. " Hey Kiddo, what are you doing up right now?" Chris asked, welcoming Derek to the room with a pat on the floor next to him. Derek walked into the room, his hands shoved into his pockets as he sat. " Stiles was talking up the bed, and the rain is to loud tonight " He mumbled, rubbing his eye in circular motions.  Chris wrapped an arm around Derek and pulled him into his side, laying his head on his lap. He started to rub Derek's side as he closed his eyes.

" Merry Christmas Derek"

Chapter 9: -9-

Summary:

Some spicy action happens at the end, but don't worry nothing below the neck.

Notes:

Sorry this chapter took so long for me to get out, it's kinda spread around but, just yk, ignore it and laugh and continue reading!

Derek had been shaken awake by Stiles, Seventeen year old Stiles. He was pulled down the stairs, almost getting trampled by Allison and Malia as they bustled down the flight of stairs. Derek quickly plopped down onto the couch, his head pounding as the loud chatter filled his ears. Stiles had brought Derek a cup of coffee from the kitchen, sitting with him on the couch. Derek sighed, breathing in Stiles' scent, he groaned as the loud talking turned into screaming. He covered his ears quickly, the sounds still entering his ear drums no matter how hard he pressed. Derek felt a set of hands on his shoulders, and another on his back, both leading him somewhere. " Erek..look..me" He heard a familiar voice say, but it sounded like he was underwater as the voice spoke. Derek smelt a familiar scent. Cinnamon, faint laundry detergent, and old spice.

Stiles.

Derek opened his eyes, his head was pressed into Stiles' neck, he took another deep breath through his nose, catching another familiar scent. Cologne, aftershave and lavender. His Uncle Peter.  Derek looked around, he was in his Uncle's room. Stiles, Peter and Chris all huddled around him. He sighed, leaning his head onto Stiles' shoulder. " I ruined Christmas, didn't I?" Derek mumbled, sinking deeper into Stiles' shoulder as he said so. " No, they didn't even notice. Don't worry kiddo " Peter smiled, rubbing Derek's back softly. 

All the Hale's and Stilinski's were in the living room. Everyone with their presents. Noah, Peter, Chris and Talia on the couch. Malia, and Cora on the love seat. Jackson, Allison and Isaac sitting next to Malia and Cora on the ground. While Stiles and Derek were on the large beanbag together. Each Teen had their presents piled by them. Some handing out ones to certain people. Derek and Stiles sighed, both tired from their already eventful morning.

All the presents had been opened, all the teens were either using them, or helping the adults in the kitchen. Derek was bundled underneath blankets on the couch, waiting for Stiles to come back from his shower. Derek sighed, getting up and walking towards his room. He felt the hot steam engulfing his body as he opened the door. He heard Stiles singing a song by Taylor Swift but couldn't quite understand the lyrics. He chuckled knocking on the door. " One sec!" Stiles called out, his voice cracking from the sudden tone change. Derek heard the shuffling of feet and water shutting off, then Stiles opened the door, in Derek's grey sweatpants and green shirt, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. " Oh, sorry. You wanna take one?" Stiles asked walking out, a towel in hand as he dried his hair. Derek shook his head, falling back onto his bed as Stiles walked closer. Stiles plopped down next to Derek's head, placing it in his lap, threading his fingers through Derek's hair. Derek breathed in the familiar scent, cinnamon, faint laundry detergent, and... Derek's pine scented deodorant. Stiles leaned down, his lips and Derek's lips perfectly lined up. Both boys leaned in, meeting each other halfway. Derek cupped Stiles' face in his hands, deepening the kiss. Stiles smiled, causing Derek to smile as well, ending the kiss. " When you smile that normally happens" Derek chuckled, his ears red, either from the shock or lack of oxygen, his lips kiss swollen from Stiles sucking on them. Stiles fell back onto the bed, giggling. Both boys intertwined their hands, Derek listening to the talking from downstairs, and Stiles'heart beat.

" Does this mean we're dating?"

Chapter 10: -10-

Notes:

Leave comments there great to read! Constructive Criticism is welcome as well! Have a great Valentine's day!

Everyone was gathered around the dining table, Talia sitting across from Derek and Stiles. The two boys hands were intertwined underneath the table. Derek overwhelmed by all the talking and smells, Stiles noticing and scooting his chair closer to the taller teen, letting Derek place his head into his neck, breathing in Stiles' familiar and warm scent. 

When dinner was done, everyone went to do their own things together until the family movie started. Derek and Stiles decided to go out on the porch, away from everyone else, for Derek's sake. Derek's head was laid on Stiles' shoulder while Stiles head was atop Derek's, their hand intertwined. " Yes " Derek mumbled, Stiles was barely able to hear it, let alone know what it meant " What? Why'd you say yes?" Stiles asked, his head lifted as he spoke in confusion. " Its the answer to your question from earlier. Yes, this mean we're dating" Derek clarified, He could hear how Stiles' heartbeat skyrocketed, and he felt Stiles' hands get clammy. Derek could hear his Uncle's yell from inside that the movie was starting, so Derek got up and placed a kiss To Stiles' cheek and walked off inside, Stiles not far behind.

The movie was over before Derek knew it, meaning everyone was getting ready for bed, except for Derek and Stiles, whi were getting warmer clothes on. Stiles having to steal a couple jackets from Derek's closet. 

Stiles and Derek were squashed underneath the dark green umbrella, Derek's left shoulder drenched from the rain, not wanting Stiles to get, so he let Him have most the room under the umbrella. " Der, I can hear your teeth chattering through the rain, we should head back" Stiles said, stopping in his tracks. Derek turned back, his eyes turning a shade of yellow. " Sh, " Derek hushed, Stiles swatted the hand away, attempting to say something. " Stiles!" Derek whisper yelled, his eyes getting darker to and orange. Stiles quickly shut up, and looked around, trying to spot what was happening through the rain. " Run, Stiles you run, and get Peter and Chris. Don't look back, " Derek instructed, pushing Stiles in the direction of the house. He saw Stiles hesitate before he started sprinting towards the house. Derek let his claws out, his eyes turning almost red, his teeth grew into fangs. He growled.

Stiles ran up the porch, Peter already grabbing his shoes from the door. " What's going on?!" Peter yelled, Chris not far behind with his gun and knifes laced with Wolfsbane. " Derek's in there! there's something in the woods!" Stiles cried grabbing the two older males by their sleeves and running towards where Derek was last seen. Stiles looked around, the heavy rain making it difficult. Stiles was quickly engulfed by the two adults, pulling him under a tree, odvouisly seeing something Stiles hadn't. But before Stiles could question the abnormal behavior, 4 men came out from the trees, knives and guns in hand. " Where did he go?" One asked, shoving a knife back into his belt, the blood that dripped from it made Stiles queazy with fear. " He couldn't have gotten far, especially not with those wounds " Another said, whipping the rain from his face as they all turned into different directions, each taking one side of the forest. Stiles felt his knees buckle, falling onto the wet leaves, stifling a sob. " We're gonna find Derek, don't worry " Chris reassured the brunette boy, rubbing his back softly, watching as Peter took off. " I shouldn't have left, I knew it! He- He said that he didn't want to go back in when I said we should've " Stiles cried, leaning his head on Chris's chest, hiccups wrecking his body. " It's okay. C'mon, we're gonna find him Stiles " Chris cooed, pulling the teenager up to his feet, going in the opposite direction of Peter. 

Derek groaned, placing a hand on to the bleeding hole in his lower abdomen. He felt the black warm liquid flow through his fingers. Derek let out a shallow breath, wincing at the bullet stuck in his body. He groaned, trying to press harder on the wound. Derek felt his vision get spotty, it eating at his consciousness the longer he stayed awake. He heard footsteps surrounding him, heartbeats he didn't recognize, voices that talked in hushed manners. He cursed, not caring if the hunters heard him do so. Derek felt strong hands grab at his shoulders, he let out a howl in pain, feeling as a knife was shoved into his side.

Derek knew he'd passed out when he had reawaken, he was leaned against a tree, drenched in rain water. His wrist was placed at an odd angle, And his side and lower abdomen were in excruciating pain. He wanted to scream, but knew that wasn't a good idea. Derek let out a Shakey sigh, trying to push his hearing to the limits. He heard fast footsteps, all familiar and heading his way. Derek cried out in pain as he tried to get up, He could hear Stiles voice and his uncle's. He let out a weak smile, falling back down. The rain made it difficult for Derek to see anything, but he could make out his uncle's yellow eyes. Derek quickly flashed his, alerting the three. Stiles ran first, dropping down on his knees to hug Derek. " It's gonna be okay, " Stiles told Derek, kissing his forehead before Peter lifted him up bridal style. Derek howled, the knife in his side getting jostled as he was picked up. " Chris shine your light on him, avoid his eyes" Peter instructed, his voice dampend with worry as he said so. Chris shined the light, almost gagging at the sight. Derek's side was molted with black goo and blood. Even bruises littered the area, Derek's abdomen had been shot, the bullet hole visible through Derek's tattered and soaked jacket. Derek's wrist was twisted, and large bruises covered it,. " Call Noah when we're back, those hunters are here illegally. " Peter barked, walking back to the house, Derek half conscious, just barely listening to the conversation the three had started. " He's gonna be okay, right?" Stiles asked, Chris pulling him into his side. Derek heard Stiles hiccup through the rain.

" I don't know Yet "

Chapter 11: -11-

Notes:

Leave comments there great to read, constructive criticism is always welcome and have a great day!

Derek was laid on the couch, Chris, Peter and Stiles surrounding him. Derek felt Chris prod around his side, Derek let out a pained cry, definitely waking up the entire house, maybe even the whole town. " What kind of Wolfsbane is it?" Peter asked, his heart beating quickly. Derek watched through hazy eyes as Chris shrugged, odvouisly confused by the poison himself. Derek felt a tug on his arm, looking over to where Stiles was. Peter and Chris looked over, Peter smiling as Derek continued to respond to the tugging motions. " Keep doing that, we need to keep Derek conscious " Chris instructed. Derek could hear Chris telling Peter to grab his wolfsbane bullets, but after that had zoned out, to tired to listen for the rest. 

Peter rushed back up the stairs, three boxes of Wolfsbane Bullets in hand, hoping that one of them would help with the poison. Peter quickly opened the boxes grabbing a bullet from each, handing them to Chris. " I've neve r seen this kind, none of the roots will work on it. " Chris mumbled, his hands shooting to Derek's neck for a pulse. " Stiles, on my bedside table, there is a torch on the ground, grab it and bring it " Chris instructed. Stiles ran to the room, grabbing the torch. He felt tears running down his face, knowing what the torch was for. Chris grabbed it, rubbing Derek's cheek, comforting him before he placed the burning fire onto Derek's knife wound. Derek screamed, tightening his grip on Stiles' hand. Tears left his eyes, screaming as the poison slowly disappeared from his side. Chris pulled the torch back, Derek taking a deep breath, slowly regaining consciousness. " Shit," Chris cursed. He ran a trembling hand down his face. Peter looked up in confusion. " The bullet, it's still inside him " Chris mumbled. Peter wanted to gag, " what? What does that mean?" Stiles asked quickly, already confused by what they were whispering about. " Stiles, get everyone in our room, you too. We don't want you to watch this" Peter instructed. Watching as the boy got up, his hands trembling at his sides. " We have to dig the bullet out " Chris explained. Stiles let tears stream down his face, Peter quickly getting up to comfort the teen " Derek's gonna be okay, We promise" Peter smiled, rubbing the boys back as hiccups wrecked his body.

Chris sighed, shoving threw fingers into the wound. Peter watched Derek's face stir with pain, the tears threatening to fall. Peter sighed, gently rubbing Derek's cheek, an attempt to soothe the pained boy. Chris moved his fingers around, watching the blood spill from the hole, onto Derek's still soaked jacket. " Almost got it " Chris mumbled, rubbing Derek's thigh with his un-busy hand to comfort him. Chris quickly pulled the bullet out, his hands bloody. Derek cried, no, sobbed, When the bullet was out, his lip bleeding from how hard he bit down on it. " Your okay, just breathe. " Peter reassured, kissing the teens head. Chris lit the torch once again, placing it up to the wound. Derek screamed, his eyes falling into the back of his head before he went limp. Peter kept his hand on Derek's wrist, listening to his heart beating. " He's okay. We just need to wrap them now " Peter instructed, passing the bandages and gauze to Chris's out stretched hand.

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Derek was laid on his bed, Stiles running his fingers through Derek's hair as he slept. Stiles hadn't moved since Derek was put into his room, which was yesterday night. Stiles knew that he probably smelt, it would explain why all the werewolves avoided Derek's room and only sent Chris or Noah up to check on him. Derek's eyes fluttered open, Stiles smiled. They were hazy and unfocused, but Derek still was able to register that Stiles stank like a skunk. Derek's face crumbled up, Stiles quickly getting off the bed and rushing to the shower. Leaving Derek on the bed.

Peter came up, thanking his lucky stars Stiles had bathed, but that also meant another thing. " Hey Kiddo. " Peter smiled, waving at the teenager who's chest was wrapped in bandages. Derek waved back, wincing as he stretched a tired muscle. Peter entered the room, sitting at the foot of the bed by Derek's feet. " You gave everyone a scare on Thursday. " Peter sighed, rubbing up and down on Derek's shin. " M'sorry. I wanted to protect Stiles, but... It turned into a shit show as you can see " Derek mumbled, motioning towards himself in general. " Yeah, I uh, I noticed that. " Peter chuckled, getting up and ruffling Derek's hair. " Let me take a look at those boo-boos, yeah?" Peter asked, a small smile on his face as Derek let out a small laugh. Peter carefully taking the bandages off halfway, examining the wounds that hadn't healed yet. " Hey Stiles, you in there kiddo?" Peter called out, waiting for his response. He heard shuffling then Stiles walked out, in a large T Shirt and sweatpants. " Yeah?" He nodded joining Derek on the bed. " Hold Derek's hand " Peter instructed, testing his theory. Stiles did like he was told, grabbing Derek's hand and softly rubbing it in circles with his thumb. Peter watched as the wounds slowly started to heal. Peter's eyes widened. " How? Huh?- " Peter was rudely cut off by Talia. " It's a pack bond. Stiles is Derek's anchor, just like Chris is yours. I'm just, astounded as to why it's happening when their both so young" Talia explained, her eyebrows furrowing as she thought about things. Derek and Stiles looked at each other, both equally blushing. " Derek, whenever your angry, how do you cope. " Talia asked, her arms crossed in her lap as she sat down on his bed. " I normally think about Stiles, but it doesn't always work " Derek admitted. His ears bright red from the recent interaction with Stiles. " Peter we'll see to this later. Let the boys rest " She nodded, walking out with her brother in tow.

"That was pretty weird. " 

Stiles nodded in agreement.

Chapter 12: -12-

Derek sighed, his head pounding. Stiles had gone on a trip for his history class and wouldn't be back for another day. Meaning Derek was stuck, alone at school without his anchor, something he hadn't been taught much about. The person he trusts with his life. Well, not really. Derek was much to afraid to leave his life in the hands of scrawny, short Stiles Stilinski. 

Derek internally screamed. The bell for class to end was gonna ring any second and Derek couldn't stand another noise. He could already hear other guys pissing in the urinals, people walking through the hallways and his teacher biting her freshly manicured nails. He couldn't handle another sound like the bell. He wanted to rip apart every single being in his science room, he - " Derek? The bell rang five minutes ago " His teacher announced. Derek quickly looked up dropping his blue pen into his desk. Had he really not heard the bell, the loud ass bell that started his headache? " Are you alright Derek?" She asked, placing her hand on Derek's thigh, rubbing it up and down. Derek looked at her confused. She smelt weird, like Wolfsbane, and perfume you'd buy at Victoria secret. Allison had some, he was sure of it. The smell bothered him for weeks before he finally got used to it. " Uhm, yeah. Just tired " he quickly got up, grabbing his things and shoving them into his bag. Hurrying out of the room. 

Derek made it to the safety of the forbidden bathroom. The ones only Stiles, his friends and Derek used. They were always empty, the rumor was that a kid commit suicide in the third stall, the one Derek was currently sitting in. He sighed rubbing both hands down his face in frustration. Derek heard footsteps coming his way, ones he heard from science. Not a students footsteps, they were clicky, and loud. Like high heels. Ms.K, No one really knew her last name, she had just told the class to call her that, not going into detail about herself just wanting to know about the class, mainly Derek if you asked him. She would keep asking about his family, and who his parents were, it was really creepy. But Derek hadn't told his uncle's yet because nothing had really happened. " Derek, I know your in here " Ms. K cooed, knocking on the stall door. Derek shivered, he could smell the arousal on her from the hallway. Derek sighed, gently kicking the door open to meet the lady. " What are you doing in here? I'm sure a sophomore like you would have any girl wrapped around his finger. " She smiled, sliding into the stall. Derek felt cramped in the tight space, he could hear her heart beating as she got closer. " A boy like you, Should have everyone wrapped around your finger. " She whispered into his ear. Derek wanted to cry, her scent was overpowering the shirt he'd stolen from Stiles. " Please back up, your in his space. " Scott called out, his arms crossed against his chest with Isaac in tow. Ms. K backed off, walking out of the bathroom in a hurry. Scott quickly jogged over to the boy. " Hey, you okay?" Scott asked, outstretching his hand for Derek to take. Derek took it generously, grabbing his bag from the ground and nodded. " Stiles should be back late tonight, if you want to pick him up anyway" Scott smiled patting Derek on the back before he walked out, heading to his next class. Isaac and Scott left in the bathroom together, deciding to skip Coach's class.

Derek was parked outside the school, waiting for the bus to arrive and drop off Stiles and his other classmates. He sighed, drumming a finger on his steering wheel to the sound of the drums that were playing on the radio. He could hear the squeaky breaks of the bus from a couple blocks down, knowing Stiles would finally be in his passenger seat, rambling about all the mummy's he saw, or how many cars he counted that reminded him of Derek, he closed his eyes awaiting the busses arrival.

Before Derek knew it, Stiles was talking his ear off next to him, with a bag of fries and a Pepsi in hand. " And there was a huge tomb, not like the one's you see on T.V. no no no! it was like the size of 8 of your houses combined, you wouldn't believe it dude, it's crazy there " Stiles laughed. Derek enjoyed hearing the teen talking about his trip, he was glad Stiles had fun on his trip, he was just upset about the sand that kept falling from the soul of Stiles' shoe when he moved them around. " Oh, and there was this really creepy dude named Bruno. Not like the movie though. He was much older, like Steve Rogers at the end of end game. He had the same hair as him to! And his dog had a mustache, dude that dog was tiny but he bit Danny so hard that Harris thought he needed stitches! Oh did I tell you Harris was a chaperone for the trip?" Stiles trailed off into another topic, one that would last another 2 minutes before Stiles needed to mention another thing and got hooked on that one for a while. 

Both boys were huddled together on Derek's bed, two blankets draped over them, each whispering about their days. " Scott said something happened with your science teacher, everything alright?" Stiles asked, intertwining their hands. Derek's breath caught in his throat, he wasn't mad that Scott told Stiles, not at all. He just kinda hoped that Stiles wouldn't have brought it up.  " She just got in my space today, that's all " Derek lied, he listened for his heart. Internally frowning when it didn't skip a beat. Everyone knew he was a good liar, that's why he was so good at poker, no one ever knew what he had, Except for Stiles who was always by his side watching. 

The light rain padded against the roof, soothing Stiles to sleep. But Derek had another idea for himself. He was doing his laundry, he really didn't feel like getting accused of having a relationship with his teacher, or anyone in that say... Except Stiles of course. Derek tiptoed down the stairs not try to alarm everyone sleeping. He threw the clothes into the washer, not noticing His uncle's come up behind him. " Derek, It's three in the morning. Why are you doing laundry?" Peter asked his eyes squinted to see through the bright light. " Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Just wanted clean clothes " Derek reasoned. Closing the lid and starting the machine. Peter and Chris watched as Derek waved, going back up the stairs, almost tripping on one of Cora's toys. Peter caught a scent. One he hated very much.

" Kate's scent is on Derek's clothes"

 

Chapter 13: -13-

Peter and Chris looked at each other, Sharing worryful looks. " Why would her scent be on his clothes?" Chris asked, shutting the kitchen door, now fully awake. " It doesn't make any sense. Why would she even be around him period. After your guy's fall out, she swore never to interact or speak with us again " Peter murmerd, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, running a hand down his face. He groaned. " We need to talk to him about it " Chris sighed. And with that the two adults were off to their room. 

Derek carefully pulled the covers over his body, feeling as Stiles stirred awake, placing his head on Derek's shoulder. " Where'd you go?" He asked, his voice heavy with sleep. Derek mumbled something inaudible, but it was good enough for an exhausted Stiles. Key word exhausted. Stiles eyes closed, the room soon filled with quiet snores that lulled Derek himself asleep. The wind creaked his window open, letting light droplets of rain seep onto Derek's nightstand.

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Derek and Stiles were idling in a taco bell drive thru, waiting for their order to be done. Stiles placed a gentle hand on Derek's neck, feeling around the area     " Hm?"  Derek hummed in confusion, Looking over at Stiles. " A bruise" Stiles pointed out, examining the large dark purple bruise on the back of Derek's neck. " Oh, how'd that happen?" Derek mumbled to himself, completely forgetting how that bruise had appeared.  " You don't know?" Stiles asked, his eyebrows slightly raised in shock. Derek shook his head, pulling forward to the next window, thanking the lady for his fast food. " Weird " Stiles mumbled, grabbing his soft taco from the bag and mild sauce. " Get anything on my leather seats, and I will key Roscoe" Derek threatened. Stiles knew he was serious, so he quickly grabbed a napkin from the bag, holding it under his food as he ate. 

Peter and Chris were stood on the porch, awaiting Stiles and Derek's arrival. Peter sighed, shoving his hands into his sweater pockets. His hands were sweating. They hadn't sweat since Cora was born, and then, they didn't even sweat this much. " Your anxious. Derek's gonna smell that and he's gonna freak out, calm down Peter " Chris shook his head, a small frown present on his face. Peter nodded shaking his hands, taking a deep breath before the two boys pulled up in Derek's Camero. " Derek, can we talk to you?" Chris asked, walking down the steps, Peter trailing behind closely. Chris watched as Derek sceptically looked at Stiles shrugging, than nodded and walked towards his uncle's. " Your uncle Peter, smelt Kate's scent on your clothes, " Chris sighed, his hand intertwined with Peter's as he spoke. Derek's face twisted. That's what that god awful smell was, anger. " She's my science teacher, she had been for the whole year. I didn't notice that it was aunt Kate. I'm sorry " Derek mumbled, his fingers fidgeting with a loose string from his grey shirt. " No, it's alright. We just want to know why, it smelt souch like... arousal...has she been.. touching you, Derek?" Peter asked, his heart rate speeding up as he spit out the last couple words. Peter heard Derek's breath catch in his throat, Pwter almost knew what Derek was gonna say, just waiting for the ye-" No. She hasn't. " Derek said, his heart rate steady like a pin. Peter's head shot up, Chris looking confused at the adult. " Are you sure?" He double checked, ignoring the pressing look on Chris's face, one he knew was saying ' back off, he'll tell when the time is right ' Peter sighed, watching as Derek nodded his head once more, before getting dismissed by Chris to go join Stiles inside. " Why did you press. You know he doesn't like being under all that pressure" Chris barked, placing a hand over this eyes in disappointment. " He's lying. Shes been touching him and I know it. " Peter huffed, his voice tight with anger and concern as he spoke. Chris sighed, shoeing the older male inside to get away from the starting rain.

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Stiles flipped through the book, groaning. " It's Saturday, why can't we just do this later " he complained, a whine present in his voice as he procrastinated. Derek chuckled, grabbing the book from Stiles' hand's, sighing as he collapsed onto his bed. " Your gonna need to read it for English next week anyway" Derek mumbled, throwing a blanket over his body, watching with one eye as Stiles climbed into the bed with him. " You feel warm, are you getting sick again?" Stiles quickly asked, he placed a hand on Derek's forehead. " Mm, yeah. Just tired" Derek mumbled. He felt Stiles wrap his arms around his waist, kissing his cheek. " Okay, but if your are getting sick I won't hesitate to get Peter, again" Stiles smiled. Derek nodded, letting his mind drift off to the events of earlier that week. 

Kate.

Chapter 14: -14-

Derek ran. He ran till he couldn't breathe, his legs burning, screaming at him to stop. But Derek couldn't just stop. He could hear Ms. K, no, aunt Kate, no. The hunter, and she wasn't far behind. Derek screamed as pain shot through his chest, he looked down, a bloody hole present and bleeding through his grey Henley. He cried out in pain. But before he knew it, Derek was jostled awake.

He gripped onto the arms of the person that pulled him from his terror. He cried, and screamed into their chest. " It's alright, don't worry. I'm here, just breathe " Stiles cooed, rubbing comforting shapes into Derek's back. He felt Derek shake with every breathe each one more voilent than the last. Stiles thanked the gods, he knew that meant Derek was waking up, and becoming more aware of his surroundings and what was going on. " S-she was chasing-chasing me, I- " Derek sniffled. Stiles nodded, kissing the teens forehead. " It's okay, just try and forget it, you don't need to tell me yet it's alright" Stiles cooed, continuing to rub Derek's back as he cried. Chris, Peter, Noah and Talia sharing worry-sum looks as Derek attempted to explain what happened in his night terror.

Everyone calmed down after their abrupt wake up. Derek and Stiles still enveloped underneath the covers of Derek's bed. " M' Fine. " Derek mumbled, scenting Stiles' arm softly. " I know, just sleep," Stiles let a small smile seep through at the brunette, scratching gently at his scalp. Stiles listened as Derek's breaths slowed down, He smiled counting to rub his back as it still slightly shook with each breath.

Peter and Noah were both on the porch, Chris grabbing glasses of wine for them " Derek's lucky to have Stiles. " Noah smiled, his hands crossed around his chest. Peter nodded, still recalling the recent events of that morning. " Derek relies so heavily on Stiles, he's not able to do that with us. Talia basically burned it into him not to trust others, all because her marriage had fallen out. " Peter explained, a small smile present as he heard the quiet, almost silent whispers of the two from Derek's room. " It's like he takes after you more and more every day. Soon he'll be sneaking out and getting high, just like we did " Noah chuckled, shaking his head at the humorous memories. " They'll figure everything out soon, that's for sure" Chris added, handing out the glasses of red wine to each of the adults, quickly kissing Peter's cheek as he walked past him. " I'm starting to think he's taking after his father, mentally wise. Derek does show sighs of anger and rage. Just like his father did at his age. We all know how it started " Peter sighed. He watched as Noah's eyebrows furrowed, all remebering the certain memories that stuck with them all. " He's quite antisocial at times, just like his dad. But those anger episodes do make up for it on certain occasions. " Chris added, his wine glass empty by the end of their conversation. Noah having to leave because of a dispatch call. Leaving Peter and Chris on the porch. " All we can do is hope for the best, especially with how Derek's mental health had been lately." Chris nodded, wrapping an arm around Peter's waist, kissing him softly.

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Derek and Stiles were sitting on the hood of the Camero, watching the sunset, Hands intertwined as the sky faded into purples, blues and light shades of pink. " The sky is so pretty at dusk " Derek mumbled, his eyes wide in awe as the stars peeked through the clash of colors and clouds. Stiles nodding in agreement, quickly taking a picture of the sky, not noticing the two glowing yellow dots in the corner of the frame.

Stiles leaned against the windshield, placing Derek's head in his lap, massaging His scalp. " I love you " Derek mumbled, his eyes closing as Stiles bent down and kissed him. " Sleep well Der " Stiles smiled, rubbing Derek's cheek as they both drifted off to sleep, both not noticing the quiet, almost silent ringing of their phones.

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Stiles and Derek woke to the sound of growling, Derek quickly shot up, Stiles following suit as he was jostled awake. Derek quickly looked towards the woods, spotting a pair of yellow eyes, but just as soon as they'd appeared, they disappeared. Familiar voices of yelling followed right after the eyes disappeared into the leaf heavy trees. Derek recognized the footsteps, and the yells.

" Where have you two been?!"

Chris and Peter.

Chapter 15: -15-

Notes:

Leave comments there great to read, constructive criticism is always welcome as well. Have a wonderful day ❤️

But before Derek or Stiles could answer, someone jumped out of the forest, directly on Derek. Derek felt the claws peirce his chest, he cried out in pain. Stiles watched in shock, Peter quickly running towards the two. But before Peter could pull the beta off Derek, Stiles quickly pulled out a bat, smashing it over the beta's head. Peter stood in shock, a small smile forming as Derek quickly got up, pushing the beta back hard. He fell, but before Peter could grab the beta he ran off, leaving a trail of blood behind. Chris quickly rushed to Derek's side, easing him into the ground with the help of Stiles. " Hey Kiddo, how are you?" Chris smiled, ripping Derek's shirt open to examine the puncture wounds. " Stiles hold his hand. " Peter instructed. He trailed a hand down Derek's half healed chest, stopping at a claw that was stuck on his chest. He carefully ripped the claw out, easing the boys cries as Chris and Stiles gently rubbed his back. " Ive never seen this before" Peter murmerd, his eyes in shock as he examined the long yellow, blood dripping claw. " Whatever it is, it can wait until we're all safe back home " Chris barked, helping Derek up and walking him towards Peter's car. " What about my Camaro?!" Derek panicked, trying to pull backwards on Chris's grip, but failing miserablely. " We'll be back for it don't worry, right now, you need to heal " Chris instructed, opening the door for the two teens, watching them climb in, Derek filled with protest. " Dude, we'll come back for it. Just calm down" Stiles growled, but there wasn't any anger behind it, just concern for his boyfriend. 

Peter watched from the rearview mirror as Stiles arm was wrapped around Derek's middles, coaxing them both into a light sleep. " There mates, " Peter mumbled, his eyes falling back to the dew covered road. Chris looked over at the teens, Stiles lips pressed against Derek's forehead. He smiled, nodding his head. " Ever since they were born there was always a bond between those two " Chris whispered, intertwining his fingers with Peter's as they stopped at a gas station.

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Allison was watching a show when Stiles busted through the door, his bag in hand but shoes missing from his sock covered feet. " What happened to you?" She quickly asked, shooting up from the comfortable beige couch. Alison watched as Stiles continued to catch his breath, leaning against the door frame. " Derek's chasing... Me because I... Pied... Him " he gasped in between breaths. Allison stood in shock, she'd thought someone had died with how fast Stiles was breathing. " You better run, he's about to run up the driveway" Cora butted in from the kitchen, Stiles quickly looked out the window, Derek was indeed running up their large driveway, whipped cream still visible on his chin. " Crap!" Stiles quickly ran up the stairs, almost crashing into Jackson on his way up. He could hear Derek slam the door open, and how he trampled over Jackson. Stiles quickly locked the door, his breath raggedy from his marithon like run. " Stiles I swear to God, if you don't open this door, I'm gonna rip Roscoe part by part and make you watch. " He growled, banging on the door violently.

Stiles gasped,

" No you wouldn't!" 

Derek smirked,

" Yes. I . Would " 

 Stiles pulled the door open, causing Derek to tumble in.  Stiles sheepishly smiled, kissing Derek cheek " Would an I love you work?" He asked, the sheepishly grin widening. Derek nodded, throwing his bag across the room " just sleep with one eye open tonight, " Derek threatened, a grin present on his face as he spoke. " I leave Cora to do it " Derek quickly added, taking a sharp turn towards his bathroom bathroom, Leaving Stiles in fear by the door.

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Peter and Chris were parked outside of a restaurant, awaiting Noah's arrival. They watched as the cruiser pulled up, many people scattering away in fear of something happening. Peter and Chris climbed out of their car, meeting Noah halfway through the parking lot. " This is the most expensive restaurant in Beacon Hills, why are we here?" Noah questioned as Peter pulled him into a hug. Chris and Peter both sharing glances of fear. " We need to discuss, something.." Chris mumbled, pulling Noah in by his hand. People giving the three hard glares as they walked in, some in disgust, shielding their childrens eyes. Some showing a faux smile to hide their discomfort. 

A waiter came up to them, a bright, much to fake smile plastered on his face. " Hello, Do you fine gentlemen have a reservation?" He asked, grabbing the Ipad from the marble check in table. Peter nodded, adjusting his tie. " Hale, Peter Hale " Chris added, swatting Peter's hand away from the black tie he'd worked so hard on to tie. ," Right this way. " The man nodded, grabbing three menus and leading them to a secluded table, away from others. They all took their seats, watching as the waiter grabbed his iPad, and pen. " Anything I can get you Gentlemen to drink?" The teen asked, his smile faltering for a second. Peter could smell the anxiety shoveling off him, and the pills that rattled in his pocket when he switched feet. " Yea, me and my husband will  have a White. Sheriff over here will have a half glass of whiskey. " Peter smiled, handing the younger teen a 50 dollar bill. " Keep that for yourself " He added, watching as the boys eyes widened in awe. " Um-" but before he could finish his sentence, Peter quickly ushered him off, waving as he walked into the kitchen. " What just happened?" Chris chuckled, looking over at Peter, Norah nodding in agreement. " The kids got some pretty expensive anxiety meds, no way he's able to afford them. " Peter said simply, like it was nothing. But Chris smiled deep inside, remembering what Peter'd done for Noah in highschool 

Noah shook his empty pill bottle violently. A tear escaping his eye. " You alright in here Noah?" Peter asked, turning his shower off. Noah froze, how had he not heard the shower going? " Uh, no... My pills, there gone, I remembered to save up enough to be able to buy a months worth " Noah gasped, tears falling down his cheeks. Peter rushed around in his back, grabbing a yellow pill bottle, tossing it to Noah " Chris told me to keep a back up bottle, you know him, he's always right " Peter smiled, patting the teens back before he walked away. 

" anyway, what did you want to tell me about?" Noah asked, placing his elbows on on the table to rest his chin. " There's another pack in town, we think there working together with hunters " Peter says, examining the claw he'd pullen from Derek's chest only a couple days ago. " It attacked Derek, and it had the same scent as the wolfsbane those hunters used in Derek as well" Chris added, taking the claw from Peter's hand and showing it to Noah. 

The teen boy came back with the drinks, the same smell of anxiety present on him like before. " Thanks kid, what's your name?" Peter asked, shooting the waiter a small smile.

" Uh, Corey. My name's Corey, sir. "

Chapter 16: -16-

Notes:

Enjoy this chapter. Comments are always great to read and constructive criticism is always welcome as well. Have a great day.

Peter smiled as Corey got down everyone's orders. He could smell the boys cologne, the same one Jackson had. It was very overpowering, but now that Peter was used to the now subtle smell, he enjoyed it, Always reminding him of his pack. " Another thing we need to discuss, is Kate being back in Beacon Hills. Shes Derek's science teacher now, and... Nevermind" Chris sighed, shaking his head. Peter looked over at his husband, smelling the disbelief on his tongue. Noah looked back and fourth at the married couple, odvouisly confused. Peter knew Noah didn't enjoy information being kept from him, especially since he was the sheriff and could arrest anyone with the right amount of evidence and a good lawyer, if needed. " What did she do? What did she do to Derek?" Noah asked, his voice tense with worry and anger. Peter sighed and cleared his throat, beginning to speak " Derek hasn't confirmed anything yet, but, I'm sure she's been touching him. Im nintey-nine percent sure I heard his heart skip a beat when he denied it. " Peter reasoned. Chris quickly looked up, his eyebrows furrowed at Peter's words. Noah's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened. Peter and Noah both had a disliking for Kate since they'd met her. " We can't prove anything unless Derek says so. Stop assuming things Peter " Chris spat. His lips forming a tight line. Peter sighed, he knew Chris knew that he was right, and he could understand that Chris doesn't want to admit that his younger sister is touching their nephew, but it's only gonna hurt more when Derek does tell the truth about it. " Let's just talk about this new beta. If there's one, there's got to be others, just like those hunters" Noah quickly changed the subject. Peter nodded, trying to ignore the seeping stench coming from Chris.

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Derek was on the porch, the light padding of rain soothing his angry mind. Jackson wouldn't shut up about Danny, and how he kept missing the ball in lacrosse practice that morning. It was really getting on Derek's nerves, so he'd stormed out. But right before Derek had closed the front door, he heard Jackson mutter " Just like his dad, " To Allison. That flipped a switch in Derek, his nails had grown into claws. His eyes turning a dark yellow as he turned around. Jackson and Allison were terrified, he knew it. Allison's eyes had begun to puff up and become watery with tears, and Jackson froze up. Derek was about to lunge before he thought about Stiles. What would happen if he had purposefully hurt his cousins. He stormed out, digging his claws into his palms to calm down and ease his wolf that was barking at the surface. That's how Derek ended up on the side of the house, his knuckles bloody and bruised and a large dent in the wall, with Stiles on his way. Derek sighed sliding down the wall, smashing the nature on the ground with his angry fist. He felt a twig pierce his hand, it dug into his hand, definitely a steady flow of blood seeping out if not gushing the red liquid. 

Derek heard Stiles pull up, slamming the door of his jeep. He heard Stiles yell his name. " M'over here" Derek grumbled, his drenched hair dripping rain onto his face. Derek watched Stiles sprint towards him, his large sweater getting wet from the rain. Stiles gently grabbed Derek's face, pressing it into his chest, sighing in relief " Let's get you inside the jeep. " Stiles smiled, helping Derek up, careful of his twig periced hand. 

The two were both huddled in the back of Stiles' jeep, a blanket draped around Derek's shivering frame. Stiles was trying to fish out the twig that had worked it's way deeper into Derek's hand when Peter knocked on the back window, an umbrella hovering over him. " What the hell happened,?" He quickly asked, opening the trunk. Stiles sighed, showing Derek's raw and bloody hand. Peter sighed, climbing in. He carefully examined Derek's hand, and the bruise that was forming on his wrist. " We need to take him to Deaton " Peter mumbled, helping the two teens out of the jeep and into His car. 

Derek sat on the cold metal table, his hand in Deaton's as he examined it. " It'll need stitches, but other than that, he'll be all good " Deaton smiled, patting Derek's back reassuringly before he left to go grab the things he needed. Stiles stood next to Derek, his good hand in Stiles'. " I know you don't like needles, it's fine if you leave " Derek mumbled. Peter watched from the other side of the room, a small smile forming when he sensed the chemo signals coming from the two teens. " Nah, I'll be alright. I have to toughen up so I can watch you get your tattoo for your birthday" Stiles smiled, nudging Derek's shoulder playfully. 

Deaton was done stitching Derek up, and on there way to taco bell before they knew it. Stiles rubbed comforting circles into Derek's palm as he slept. " There's something wrong with him, isn't there" Stiles sighed, his voice quiet as he spoke. Peter knew Stiles would figure it out sooner or later, he'd just really hoped it wouldn't be today. Peter sighed, nodding his head. " We don't know what's going on with him, but it's definitely similar to his fathers illness " Peter mumbled. He watched from the rearview mirror as Stiles grip on Derek hand became tighter. He sighed pulling into the taco bell drive thru, driving up to the window.

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Allison and Jackson were on the couch, both still shaken by the event of earlier. " You shouldn't have said that " Allison mumbled, her arms wrapped around her stomach in a way to comfort herself. Jackson rolled his eyes, ignoring her words. " You know it's true Alli. He's just like him. " Jackson spat, folding his legs underneath his body. " Neither of us even remember him! You only base Derek off of the story's you heard about his dad" Allison barked, storming out of the living room and up to her room. Cora opened her door, watching as Allison slammed her door. Cora sleepily walked down the stairs, ending up on the couch with Jackson. " Time to go back to bed Cor. " Jackson ushered her back up the stairs she'd walked down only a couple minutes ago. Cora hadn't complained, much to tired, Jackson knew because of how quickly she'd fallen asleep when tucked in. Jackson sighed, quietly closing Cora's door, walking towards his own room, tired from the day's events.

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Derek and Stiles were laying on Derek's bed. Both comforting each other with their steady breathes. Stiles ran his fingers through Derek's hair, easing him into a light sleep, but before he fell asleep, Derek mumbled something, but Stiles knew what it was, he smiled. 

" Love you too Der "

Chapter 17: -17-

Notes:

At the end-ish it's kinda heavy on Kate touching Derek, but other than that everything should be okay. Feel free to skip past the parts that may trigger you or if your uncomfortable. Have a great day.

Derek sighed, his pencil falling onto his desk. His leg bounced up and down, waiting for the bell to ring. He looked around, spotting Stiles, who was already looking at him. Scott was sat next to Derek, both bored out of their minds. Their Teacher was about to say something when the bell rang, everyone shot up from their tables, rushing out the door. Leaving Derek, Stiles and Scott still putting their things away. " Derek I'd like to speak with your mother about your grades, " Mr.Harris sighed, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose. Derek froze, his grades weren't that bad, were they? He has an A, how is that bad. Unless he's supposed to be doing extra credit to raise it more. Derek was quickly brought out of his thoughts by Stiles draping an arm around his neck. " No can do Mr.Harris. Derek's mom is out of town. She's visiting her daughter over in Arizona for college" Stiles smirked, handing Derek his bag. Mr.Harris watched as the three boys were about to walk out, but quickly called out their names. " If your mother is out of town, than may I speak to your father?" He asked again, this time his arms crossed and Derek could smell the frustration around him. " Uhm, sir. My dad died when I was 6. I don't think you'd be able to talk to him even if you tried " Derek mumbled, this time his feet planted on the ground ready for more pestering questions. Mr.Harris's facial features stayed the same, Derek knew why. Mr.Harris knew Derek's dad was dead, it said it on his personal file, and it was all over the news the day they found his body. He just didn't know why he'd ask him that. " Well, isn't there anyone I can speak to you about your grades? Your home doesn't sound very safe, if I need to, I will take time out of my weekend to come speak with you. "  Mr.Harris barked. He's fists a white color from being clenched so hard. Derek sighed, a bunch of Teachers had said that. But it never happened, so he shrugged it off. " I have my two uncles, they live with us. They just don't enjoy being called to school, especially when it's for me. So if you really want to, you can come over on the weekend and speak with them. I would give you my address, but I'm sure it already says it on my student file, right next to where it says my father is dead. " Derek barked. He stormed out of the room, Stiles and Scott close behind. The two made eye contact, both surprised at Derek's outburst. Derek took a sharp turn towards the bathrooms. He threw his bag down, his eyes a bright yellow. Stiles quickly ran over to him bringing him to a corner, not worried about Scott finding out. " Der, look at me. We're at school, you can't do this right now. " Stiles whispered into Derek's ear. He rubbed circles onto Derek's back, comforting him. He heard flesh peirce skin, but it wasn't his skin. Stiles looked around, and spotted blood pooling underneath Derek's hands. " Derek, pain makes you human. " Scott whispered into Derek's ear. He watched Scott's eyes turn from a brown to a light  yellow in a matter of second's, just like Derek's, and Malia's did. Stiles sat in a mixture of awe and confusion. He watched as Derek's claws retracted into his regular nails, His eyes returning to their natural brown. Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and reached out to grab Scott's arm, then quickly pulled him into the hug, to tired and overwhelmed to ask about what had happened meer minutes ago.

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Peter was reading his book on the couch when a knock sounded at the door. Peter sighed, getting up and walking towards it. He was met with Noah, Stiles, and Scott. " Dereks up stairs in his room, kids. " Peter smiled, ruffling their hair as they walked passed him and towards the large flight of stairs. Noah sighed, pulling Peter towards the couch. " Are you drunk? You smell like whiskey" Noah whisper yelled. Peter shook his head " You know I can't ", and closed his eyes in a effort to block out the sun. " Peter, what's wrong?" Noah whispered, rubbing Peter's back slowly. He watched as Peter's body went lax, and continued rubbing his back in comforting motions. After Noah was sure Peter was asleep, he got up and closed the curtains surrounding the living room, deciding to take a nap himself.

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Friday rolled around the corner a lot quicker than Derek thought it would. Interactions with Mr.Harris were less frequent, but more awkward than usual. Basketball tryouts were just a couple of months away, but Derek knew he couldn't try out. He still hasn't gotten a hold of his wolf, or anger. And the first reason was the most important one to manage.

Derek sighed, his book for science was quite boring. Then again it was school and the only non boring things were if a fight happened, or if the school got set on fire and everyone got to leave. But, Derek was a werewolf, not a witch or telekinetic. He watched the red hand pass over the five. The bell rang in his ears, and everyone packing up was either done after the bell rang or had just ran with it in there hands. Just as Derek was about to leave, Ms.K placed a hand on his back, smiling. " Ms.K I gotta go" Derek reasoned, trying to break away from the lady's grip, but it was quite strong. He felt her arm snake around his waist and rub his stomach, he wanted to gag." Your friends can wait a couple minutes, right? " She asked, rubbing her hand down Derek's back, getting uncomfortably close to his rear. He tried to squirm away from her, but thanked the gods when Stiles showed up with Scott, and Isaac  " Uh, Ms.K, Derek's driving us home, so we kinda need him. Sorry if you wanted to talk about his grades but Derek's a very good student! Bye now!" Stiles called out as he yanked Derek by the collar of his shirt, all four boys racing down the hallway to beat the rain that was now soaking them. Derek and Stiles piled into the front seats, while Scott and Isaac took the back. Derek turned up the heater, grabbing a spear jacket from his bag to give to Stiles. " What happened with Ms.K?" Stiles asked as he slid the thick jacket over his own. Derek looked into the rearview mirror, meeting Scott's eyes. Derek sighed, and rubbed his knuckles. " She just wanted to, check with me about joining basketball in spring " Derek mumbled. He started the Camero, pulling out of the school parking lot. " Then why was she touching you like that, it looks like to me she was trying to get in your pan-" before Stiles could finish his sentence, Derek cut him off, his eyes yellow. " Drop it Stiles. It's nothing other than her trying to get me to join basketball" Derek growled. Everyone is the car went silent, including Stiles. Derek took a sharp turn onto Scott's street, he heard the rustling of bags and sweaters. " Thanks Der. " Scott mumbled as he and Isaac climbed out of the car. Derek waited until they entered the house, he heard the jokes they started cracking as the door opened. 

The ride to home was quiet, Stiles nor Derek said a word. When Derek took a turn onto Stiles' Street, Stiles got quite upset " serously. Just because we got into an argument? That wasn't even an argument!" Stiles yelled as Derek parked outside Stiles house. Derek bit back a yell, trying not to make the situation worse. Derek watched from the courner of his eye as Stiles stared at him. Stiles climbed out of the car, slamming Derek's door so hard the whole car shook. Before Stiles got onto his front lawn, he flipped Derek off, and walked inside. Derek felt tears stream down his face and sped off. Stiles watched from his living room window as Derek drove off. 

Derek stomped inside, slamming the door. Chris quickly looked in the direction of all the noise, spotting Derek storm up the stairs. Peter walked out of his room, watching as Derek tumbled into his own room. Peter quickly fished his phone out of his pocket and Dialed Stiles' number. " hey uncle Peter. I'm guessing Derek's home? " Stiles mumbled. Peter sighed, and weakly smiled. " Yeah, kiddo. Do you know why? I know he dropped you, Scott and Isaac off. " Peter asked, wrapping his arm around his stomach. He heard Stiles breath hitch. " uh, I'm sorry uncle Peter, but I don't think I should be the one who tells you" Stiles mumbled. Peter sighed and nodded, not like Stiles could see him anyway. " Thanks anyway Mischief " Peter smiled, hanging up the phone. He walked towards Derek's room, listening for his heartbeat, but it wasn't there. He threw the door open, looking for Derek, but the only thing he found was His sweater and an open window, letting the rain in. Peter panicked, and ran out of the room stopping at the stairs. He made eye contact with Chris and yelled,

" Dereks gone!" 

Chapter 18: -18-

Notes:

Ok. So, I realize I haven't really specified the ages for other characters really, so here I go

Derek, Stiles, and Scott are 17. Juniors

Isaac, and Malia are just turning 16, sophomores

Allison, Jackson, Lydia and Danny are 15. Freshman

Cora and Danny's sister are 8, so like elementary school grades.

For future character additions I will also add their ages. Just to like, yk, clarify.

Peter ran down the stairs, Chris running to their room. Peter quickly pulled his shoes on and ran towards Chris. " Where would he be?" Peter kept repeating while Chris grabbed his guns. And the two adults were out the door, leaving everyone else confused and worried. 

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Derek sighed, leaning against a tree. His head hurt from everything that had happened earlier that day. He shouldn't have told Stiles off. Or been rude, he was only asking what happened. Stiles was just worried about him. Derek groaned, and smashed his fist into the tree he was once leaning against. His eyes flared a bright yellow as he continued to punch the tree. His claws seeped into the bark, clawing at it. Derek howled.

Peter and Chris were searching all around the woods, Stiles jeep pulling up just as they were about to move " My dad texted me " Stiles gasped. Peter smiled and hugged the boy. They all fanned out, Stiles taking the middle of the preserve, Peter taking the left and Chris taking the right. Stiles clenched his weapon which was a mini pistol, the bullets were laced with Wolfsbane, just in case the beta came back.  He listened carefully for any sighs of Derek or another persons. When a loud howl sounded the entire preserve, Stiles quickly ran after the noise, not caring if it was another werewolf. Stiles stopped when he saw Derek punching the tree. Well... Multiple trees. There was five trees that had been torn apart, Derek already working on the sixth. " What'd those trees do to you?" Stiles mumbled. Derek spun around, his knuckles dripping blood. Stiles watched as Derek dropped to his knees. Stiles quickly ran to him, grasping Derek's body in his arms. He felt Derek's body shake as he cried. " I'm s-sorry. I shouldn't have sa-said that stu-stuff " Derek mumbled into Stiles shirt. " It's okay, I shouldn't have said all of that, especially not Infront of everyone, or right after it happened " Stiles kissed Derek's forehead, before he started rubbing Derek's back. Peter and Chris arrived, both running towards the two teens on the nature covered ground.

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Derek and Stiles were asleep on the couch, a random show playing in the background as they slept. Chris and Noah were sat across from them on the love seat, both waiting for Peter to get off the phone with Talia. She still hadn't arrived home from visiting Laura in Arizona, and Peter was quite upset about it. Talia promised she'd only be gone for a week at most. It had now been almost two and a half weeks, so forgive Peter for yelling at his elder sister over the phone. " She won't be home till next Thursday. Laura has a concert she'd like Talia to go to. " Peter hissed, plopping down on the chair next to the two grown men, wine in hand. They talked, Chris and Peter not really attempting to speak to one another as they did so.

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Derek was just getting out of the shower, when his phone rang. He sighed, and tied a towel around his waist. " Hello?" Derek asked, putting the phone on speaker. He heard the crackle of the phone, then the voice. " Hey Der, it's Stiles. I left my phone at your house, so I'm calling from Scott's home phone. " Stiles sheepishly admitted. Derek groaned, but Stiles knew he wasn't upset. " Let me guess. Roscoe broke down again and you need some help?" Derek hissed, shaking his head in disappoint. He already knew the answer before Stiles said anything. " Yeppers. This is why I love you" Stiles grinned. Derek heard Isaac and Scott in the background talking, something about Latin, or Lydia. He wasn't quite sure either way. After that, Derek hung up and got dressed, then on his way to Scott's house he went.

The neighborhood itself was quiet, thanks to the old couples that occupied it. But the house in question, was not quiet, at all. Scott and Stiles were yelling, but not angry yelling. Isaac was playing music from the living room, trying to drown out the bickering. And Derek was chilling with Isaac, much to overwhelming in the kitchen, where Stiles and Scott were. " You okay?" Derek asked. He smelt the faint hint of blood on Isaac. And it wasn't another's blood, just Isaac's. He'd also been fidgeting with a loose string from the navy green sweater that Scott let him borrow, definitely trying to hide things. Or.. atleast attempt to hide things anyway. " Uh, yea. Yeah everythings good. " Lie. Derek knew. He didn't need his heart beat to know, but, just to back himself up, his heart did skip a beat. But even without listening, Derek knew . Everyone had a tell when lying. Like Stiles would flare his nostrils and repeatedly raise his eyebrows. Scott would rub his knuckles to much. And Isaac didn't make eye contact when he lied. You could ask Derek about anyone and he would be able to give you an answer on if their lying or not. " What's really going on Isaac." Derek asked again, this time scooting closer to the curly haired sophomore. He heard Isaac's breath hitch. " My brother wants to join the military. You know him, Camden " Isaac sighed, running a hand down his arm in self comfort. Derek already knew about that. The senior had told him about it last June before summer break. They were close, but not as close as Derek was with Stiles. Derek sensed the sadness on Isaac and scooted closer to engulf him in a tight hug, almost like the one's Scott's mom gave them. She always knew if someone was sad, and she wasn't even a werewolf. Sometimes Derek wished Melissa was his mother. Isaac brought him back to the real world, thanking him. " Yeah, of course. Just don't tell Stiles or he'll start barking at you. " Derek's joke made them both laugh. 

Derek and Stiles were outside of Scott's house, both attemping to work on the jeep. Key word attemping... " When was the last time you brought this into a shop?!" Derek shouted as he pulled off over a roll of duck tape wrapped around the fuel pipe. Stiles sheepishly shrugged, rubbing a hand on his neck. Derek rolled his eyes and continued pulling duck tape off the inside of Stiles' jeep.

" Stiles can you hold the flashlight?" Derek asked, the sun going behind the dark clouds. Stiles nodded grabbing the light and turning it on. " Uh Der? It's starting to sprinkle a little" Stiles pointed out, wiping the droplets of water that clustered onto his cheek. He watched as Derek shrugged. " I'll be fine. But when it starts raining, go inside with Scott and Isaac. " Derek huffed, he was almost engulfed inside the car, almost elbows deep inside the engine of the blue jeep. Stiles furrowed his brows and shook his head. " No, I mean, we're both going inside when it starts raining. You can still get sick Der " Stiles demanded, ignoring the series of gruff protests that sounded from inside of the jeep. 

They stayed out there for almost an hour, until it really started to pour. Even Derek starting to shiver. Stiles was forced to sit underneath the roof by Scott and Isaac, not even allowed to hold the flashlight any longer. Derek was quite pleased as he heard Stiles muttered protests from across the driveway. " Almost done. Just gotta finish wrapping the duck tape around this coil. " Derek murmerd. Within the first five minutes of rain, Derek got soaked. Now, he was beyond drenched. Stiles was sure that when the clothes were ringed out a title wave would explode from them. Stiles watched as Derek carefully stepped down from the stepping stool, not noticing the puddle of oil and water that piled underneath where his feet would be placed. Stiles was about to call out to Derek about it, but he was to late, already falling halfway to the ground. When Derek's head made contact with the concrete driveway, Stiles quickly rushed over to him, Scott and Isaac halfway out the door. " What happened?!" Isaac yelled through the heavy rain. Stiles ignored the question, and propped Derek's head onto his lap. Scott helped pick him up and bring him inside, dripping water onto the hard wood floor. Derek was placed on the couch, slowly regaining consciousness. Stiles sat their with him, feels around the back of Derek's head for any bumps or blood, but then relaxed when he realized that it was tiny and had already healed. " M' Okay. " Derek shrugged off the worrying looks the three boys shot at him. Stiles sighed and leaned his head onto the back of the couch. " I think it's time to head home. My dad's gonna be working late again so can I head home with you?" Stiles asked, ruffling Derek's wet hair. He nodded, slowly getting up from the couch with the help of Isaac. " You guys can come over if you want, if you do, you guys can ride with me. I know your mom's working another late shift, so feel free too. " Derek suggested, grabbing the sweater he placed on a chair when he first showed up. " Uhm, sure. Thanks Der. " Scott nodded. They followed Derek to his car, Stiles getting in his jeep as they waited, idling on the side of the road for him.

When They got to the Hale Manor, it was chaos. Cora and Danny's sister Layla were building a fort in the living room. Jackson and Danny were playing nerf guns, Allison, Malia, and Lydia were doing each other's nails in Allison's room. And Peter, and Chris were talking about things in the kitchen. Allison waved as they all walked pass her door, smiling when Scott walked past, who sheepishly smiled and waved back. " Feel free to grab pajamas. I'm gonna take a shower. " Derek mumbled, walking into his bathroom and starting his shower. Leaving the three teen boys in his room. " Stiles is there something going on between you and Derek?" Scott asked, rather cautiously. Isaac watched as Stiles eyes widened. " Why do you think that? What's going on between you and Isaac, huh? Don't think I haven't noticed how your guy's hand drift closer to each other's the closer and happier you both are. " Stiles quickly deflected the question. Scott and Isaac both blushed, And shook their heads violently. After that, the room was quiet, only Scott could hear what was going on downstairs.

When Derek got out of his war shower, Cora and Layla were in his room. Scott was helping them with something. " Hey guys. What happened?" He asked walking closer to the girl. Layla held up her finger and said " we got splinters. Cora said that she left a barbie outside in the fire wood so we went out there to get it but we also got splinters" She frowned. Cora was holding her hand, little black veins trailed up her hand, something Derek wasn't sure Cora could do. But he happily watched as Layla slowly felt the pricks drain away. Derek sat with Stiles and Isaac, he smelt the faint scent of Wolfsbane outside, but didn't pay any mind to it, just assuming it was Chris practicing incase the beta came back.

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It was midnight by the time they all fell asleep. Stiles and Derek cuddling on the bed by the pillows. Isaac and Scott near the foot of the bed, all sharing a large purple blanket. The rain was heavy as they slept, soothing Derek's head and wolf. The once faint scent of Wolfsbane became pungent in Derek's nose, he shot up, looking around and spotting Scott already up and moving. " You smell it to?" Derek whispered, walking up to Scott who nodded his head. The door creaked Open before they even got near the door. Their eyes flashed a bright yellow And claws formed out of their regular nails. Peter peaked his head through, his eyes glowing blue. " What is going on here?" Peter asked, ushering the two teens to come out to the hallway. " Wolfsbane, you can smell it too, can't you?" Derek mumbled. Peter sighed and nodded his head, being to walk towards the front door. " I think those hunters are conspiring against us with Kate and that new beta in town. " Peter explained, opening the door, but grabbed two umbrellas for them to share. " Did a beta come and attack you guys to?" Scott asked, stopping on the last porch step. Peter nodded, his eye getting a glint of blue as he did so. " It attacked me and Isaac last month. Then I found a circle of some kind engraved in my floor. " Scott murmerd, still recalling the recent situation. " Revenge. But why?" Peter whispered to himself. The question was so simple, yet to simple so everything was to difficult to figure out. Derek and Scott looked at each other worriedly, very confused, just like Peter and Chris. " I looked around the perimeter, nothing other than the occasional rabbit or deer. " Chris sighed, sliding his gun back into his pocket. The rain made it hard to see with Human eyes, so Scott, Peter and Derek flashed there yellow eyes, Peter's blue. " How? We would know if animal testing was going on. Deaton would tell us if it was happening. " Peter huffed in disbelief, and shook his head. Derek walked over to Chris, " I've been smelling it for a while. Kate smells like Wolfsbane, everytime she walks into class. But on Friday it was different. She smelt like it, but it wasn't Wolfsbane that I know of " Derek explained crossing his arms around his chest in a way to warm himself. " Whatever it is, we need to figure it out. And soon." Peter sighed. He motioned for everyone to go back inside, including Chris.

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The doorbell rang, it piercing Everyone's ears. The teens exiting Derek's room and stumbling down the stairs, attemping to not run into Danny or Jackson, who both had a bunch of junk food in their grasps. " Jee, who woke the walking dead?" Jackson snickered, pushing his door open with his hip. Derek and Scott flipped the two teens off, Jackson sticking his tongue out as Danny watched in confusion and faux hurt. Stiles and Isaac pulled them down the stairs when the doorbell rang again. Derek pulled the door open, his jaw dropping.

" Mr.Harris?"

Chapter 19: -19-

Notes:

There will be upcoming Derek and Jackson interactions content coming up. They will be heart warming and happy. Have a good day!❤️

Derek, Chris and Peter were sat at the dining table, Mr.Harris just across from Derek. " So, I'm guessing you're Derek's uncles?" Mr.Harris asked, his tone deep with disgust. Derek rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. " Yes, we're normally talking care of the kids, Derek's mother is out a lot. " Chris nodded, crossing his legs underneath the table. Peter smelt boredom and irritation in the room, he looked over at Derek, knowing he could smell it to. " So, why did you want to speak with us? We're sure Derek's a great student" Peter sneered. Chris pinching his thigh underneath the table. Derek sat across from them, watching as their eyes met, Peter's brown, and Chris's hazel. Just as quickly as their eyes met, they shot elsewhere, focused on different things, Peter on Mr.Harris, and Chris on Derek. " Yes, Derek is a great student, matter in fact, I'd like him to join my advanced placement Chemistry class. That's what I wanted to speak about, really. Derek is a straight A student in my class, always ketching up on late or missing work. It would be great to have him in there. " Mr.Harris smirked, folding his hands in his lap. Derek's eyes widened, confused. Peter smiled. " That would be great. But it's up to Derek, I know he's a good student, but that's still a lot of stress on him, actually, any student for that matter. " Peter replied. Mr.Harris frowned, his brows furrowing in agitation. Chris nodded along with Peter. " Like my husband said, That is a lot of pressure and Stress. But, as long as Derek's up to it, of course. And thank you for taking time out of our weekend to speak to us about this, now please leave. " Chris smiled politely, but his tone much more harsh than his smiled as Derek held the door open for him. Mr.Harris rolled his eyes, and escorted himself out, leaving the group of men in the dining room. " AP chemistry? Good job kiddo!" Peter smiled ruffling Derek's already messy bed head. Derek made a shrill smile.

Praise was a very normal thing with Peter and Chris, but Derek just still couldn't take the compliments or praise like how everyone else did. He just had trouble being able to understand that they were meant for him. When Derek was a child, he always had trouble with complements, not knowing if they were for him or someone else, or he'd just get to uncomfortable hearing them in the first place. Noah would always point out how well Derek had done something as a kid, and it just made Derek uncomfortable, hearing his name and the words ' Good Job!' or something like ' that's amazing!' in the same sentence just didn't fit right, no matter how natural it was, it just didn't sit well with Derek. 

Chris smiled, patting Derek on the back. " Want to help make lunch?" Chris asked, motioning for the other teenagers to descend from the top of the stairs. They all nodded their heads, following the adult into the kitchen hastily.

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Derek and Scott were in the car, waiting for Stiles and Isaac to exit the grocery store. They were all going to have a movie marathon at Stiles' house, and when they got there, the fridge was basically empty. No one really being there for a couple of days, Stiles staying at the Hale Maner, and Noah having late shifts or just pulling in extra hours, so he would just get food on the go. The car was filled with laughter, Scott talking about his English sub, and how she'd stepped on a huge wad of gum and lost her brand new Louise Vaton heels. " Poor lady didn't even come back for it when the janitor scraped the gum off of it. " Scott laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. Derek shook his head, finally letting his lungs relax from the laughing fit he had. 

" Uh, text Derek and tell him we need help, like, now " Stiles whined, leaning his head onto the cart handles. Isaac quickly fished his phone out and texted Derek. And they waited, not for long though. Derek and Scott came running at them, both out of breath. " What the fuck happened?!" Derek gasped, his hair ruffled from the wind. " What did you text him?" Stiles groaned. Isaac sheepishly smiled and ran off, Scott following closely after. Derek sighed, walking towards Stiles and wrapping his arms around his waist, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. They continued shopping, all relieved when they piled into Derek's Camero.

" I'm never going shopping with you idiots again, Iean it " Derek growled, shaking his head as he merged into the freeway. Stiles shrugged and rolled down the window a little, just to feel the cold air run through his slightly wet hair. " Worth it though. " Isaac laughed from the back seat. Derek rolled his eyes and continued driving, not taking his eyes off of the slick road after that moment.

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The four teens were piled on Stiles' couch, chips and soda bottles littered everywhere. Scott and Isaac were asleep, while Derek and Stiles were on their way to the dream world, but still muttering quiet words to each other from their places on the couch. " Night mischief." Derek mumbled, curling into Stiles as he fell asleep. " Good night sour dog " Stiles murmerd.

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Peter, Chris, Allison and Jackson were sat in Peter's study. The two teen nervous about why they had been called into the study. " Uhm, Dad. Why are we here?" Allison nervously asked. Jackson nodded, just as curious as his sister. " I heard about your little, incident, with Derek. I want to know why you even had those words in your mind set Jackson. You know he is a very sensitive topic around Derek, and the fact that you blatantly said that, to him. I'm very disappointed with you Jackson. " Peter sighed, shaking his head. 

He never liked being harsh on any of the kids, it reminded him of his parents as a child. Yelling was never really a thing Peter enjoyed, especially when it came to his family, and the fact that he needed to discipline his own kids still scared Peter to this day. He always felt that yelling was never the way to solve anything, unless needed. So when a serious topic was being brought up, like the one at hand, Peter needed to pull up his big girl panties and get upset.

" And as for you, Allison, I'm glad you didn't interact In anyway rude, or harmful. It was good to apologize when you saw him. We just need both of you to understand that you mustn't talk about him Infront of Derek or anyone really. That day was one of the worst days in our lives, we don't need anything to remind us of it. " Chris explained. Jackson nodded, understanding what he did. Allison watched her brothers shoulders drop, odvouisly already disappointed in himself about what he said. Peter noticed, and got up, walking towards the two teens, engulfing them both in hugs. " It's okay, no need to cry. " Peter whispered into Jackson's ear, kissing the top of his head softly. " I feel like shit for saying it. He just kept rolling his eyes and it made me mad. " Jackson explained, tear drops trailing down his cheeks then Peter's grey t-shirt.

When Derek got home he was engulfed by Jackson. Derek was beyond surprised, and quickly asked " Who the hell are you, and want did you do with my little shit face cousin Jackson?" 

Jackson chuckled, and pulled into Derek tighter. Derek set his bag down, and held onto the younger tighter, knowing if he was crying it was important. " Hey, you alright Jacks?" Derek whispered, rubbing a gentle hand down Jackson's back. 

" I'm really sorry Derek"

Chapter 20: -20-

Notes:

Leave comments there great to read, constructive criticism is always welcome as well! Have a great day ❤️

Derek was sat on his bed, scrolling through his phone when Jackson knocked on his door, peeking his head through the crack he made between the wall and door. " Hey, come here" Derek nodded, patting the end of his bed for the teen. Jackson nervously sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with his fingers. " Uhm...I haven't really been able to uh...I don't really...uhm.. " Jackson groaned, placing his head into his palms in embarrassment. He was never like this, but, what Jackson was trying to talk about was a whole new thing for him. Sure he was surrounded by it his whole life, but, accepting it was terribly difficult for him. He always thought how he felt about Danny was normal, until last night. They had kissed! Like actual kiss, not a half assed kiss you give the homies. Tongue and everything. That night he and Danny both figured something out about the both of them. They were gay as hell for each other. 

Derek watched as Jackson sat on the edge of his bed, thoughts racing. Derek carefully scooted closer to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. That broke his train of thought, quickly accessing the situation at hand. " Uhm, what I was trying to say, is that....I'm gay, Derek...I-Ive been gay my whole fucking life! And I always thought it was normal! No one told me that in the changing room I'd get a fucking boner because of the guy next to me that I've been friends with since the first grade! I fucking kissed that guy too! No one said anything about how I would compare myself to other straight guys and think, 'Hey, why am I so different? Why do I get so nervous around every fucking dude that smiles at me?!' i-i... I need you Derek. I don't know what to do... " Jackson gasped. Tears streamed down his face. Derek's eyes widened. Jacket never talked to Derek about these kinds of things, matter in fact, Jackson didn't really talk to him about much anymore. But the fact that Jackson was opening up to Derek about this?! That was not only surprising, but awfully heartwarming to Derek. He was glad Jackson finally got to express himself with someone. Derek knew how close Jackson and Danny were, even Derek and Stiles started biding on it. And Derek was right, so Stiles owed him 30 dollars.

Jackson was asleep, his head leaned on Derek's chest. After Jackson had vented to Derek, they both became tired, either to tired to get up, and Derek enjoying the extra heartbeat of his cousin. The real reason was actually because he cared about the younger boy, but he would never admit that out loud, to anyone. Derek listened to the steady beat of Jackson's heart, it slowly luling him to sleep.

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Stiles pounded through the door, almost crashing into Jackson and Cora on the way up the stairs

" Hi guys "

" Bye guys " 

Stiles ran towards Derek's room, throwing his door open. Derek was bundled underneath blankets, some thick, and some thin. Stiles quietly maneuvered next to the sleeping boy, wrapping his arms around Dereks waist. Derek's body was extremely warm, almost making Stiles sweat. He tapped on Derek's shoulder a couple of times, waiting for him to wake up. " Mm?" Derek hummed, his face buried under blanket. " Your feeling a little warm Der. " Stiles mumbled into the boys ear quietly. Derek's mouth made an ' O ' shape, clearly to groggy and delirious to understand what that meant. " I'm getting peter. " Stiles sighed, getting up from the bed, but before he could leave it, Derek pulled him back down onto the mattress, holding him tight. Stiles was taken aback, but wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, cradling him as they slept.

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Jackson placed his hands on Danny's waist, deepening the kiss. They would've kept going, if Peter hadn't interrupted them. He stood their, watching. " Dad!" Jackson yelled, throwing pillows at the adult. Peter quickly dodged the pillows, a loud laugh noticable as he closed the door, leaving the two teens laying on Jackson's bed. " Is he always like that?" Danny asked, a huff of air escaping from his mouth. Jackson groaned and shook his head, odvouisly embarrassed by the with his dad interaction only mere minutes ago.

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Chris knocked on Derek's door, waiting for an answer. Stiles opened the door, ushering Chris in. He pulled him towards Derek, who was leaning against his headboard. " You feeling alright Der?" Chris asked, placing a hand on Derek's forehead. Derek sighed, Chris's cold hand felt amazing on Derek's burning forehead. " Head ache, hot, and I feel like I'm high " Derek huffed, shutting his eyes as the sun was to bright, even though his black out curtains were closed. Chris sighed, and grabbed a glass of water and handing it to Derek to drink. " It's just a stress fever, it should be gone by Tuesday. Just get some rest, yeah Kiddo?" Chris smiled, rubbing Derek's shoulder. Stiles looked over at Chris, his eyes wide " it's not contagious. Just the mind overworking itself, kinda like your jeep. If it runs for too long, the engine goes out. " Chris explained, watching as Stiles motioned for him to do more " oh, It's not really an illness like the cold or flu, it's just a mental thing really. But even werewolves can get sick Stiles, just a matter of time I guess " Chris added, then walked out waving as he closed the door. Stiles then climbed back in bed with Derek, kissing his cheek. 

" Jackson's gay "

Chapter 21: -21-

Notes:

There is foreshadowing in this chapter, and much of it. In the next couple chapters it will all make sense, I swear!! Anyway, have a great day ❤️

Stiles groaned as he handed Derek the six, five dollar bills. " There goes my emergency gas money" Stiles huffed, crossing his arms like a child. Derek smiled as he fanned himself with the money. Stiles slumped in his seat. The drive to school was filled with laughter, Stiles having to pick up Isaac and Scott on the way as well. 

Derek groaned, he hated spring. It got to hot in Beacon Hills, it was even hotter in spring than summer. Stiles groaned, fanning himself with his exam paper. Mr.Harris had given an exam out, saying it would keep the students busy because the Air conditioning was broken. Derek wiped another droplet of sweat off his forehead. Everyone was dripping sweat by the end of class, everyone who had a car racing to it, and everyone who didn't have one was piling into a friend's car, turning their a/c on full blast. Stiles sighed in relief as the cold air flooded his jeep. Derek and Scott were thanking their lucky stars. Isaac had left early, something about his brother getting sick. They stayed in Stiles' jeep all snack, enjoying the air, when a knock sounds on the window. " Dude, that's Lydia Martin" Scott gasped, his jaw lax as the girl continued to knock on the window. Stiles wiped the drool off his chin, and rolled down the window. " Is Derek in there?" She asked, her arms crossed as she spoke.

Derek was quite confused, he'd never really talked to the red head, only when she'd barged into his room while he was working out. He knew she did it on purpose, Allison dared her too anyway. 

Derek poked his head in her direction, waving. Lydia smiled, a light shade of pink tinted her cheeks and ears. Stiles rolled his eyes, and fake yawned. " Uhm, Allison needs help with her air conditioner. It's only blowing hot air " Lydia explained, walking around the car to where Derek was climbing out.

He followed her to his cousins car, shooting a small smile to Danny and Jackson as he walked passed them. 

Allison waved as Derek walked off, wiping his hands on his dark jeans. Lydia suggested she'd walk him back, but Derek quickly declined, still uncomfortable with the red headed freshman girl. When Derek got to the jeep, Stiles and Scott were both talking about something, laughing at whatever Scott said. " What'd I miss?" Derek asked, climbing into the jeep, welcoming the cold air that flowed through his body and hair.

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Noah and Chris were sat inside The police cruiser. " So, you suspect someone's planning to set the Manor on, fire?" Noah asked again. Chris groaned. " For the tenth time, yes! They have been putting off signals with Wolfsbane, knowing we're the only ones that can smell it. There weakening all the wolves. " Chris explained again. Noah sighed and nodded. 

He could believe it with how many hunters and reports there's been, but the idea that Chris knew exactly what and how they were going to do it scared him. Noah knew Chris was still a hunter deep, deep down. You couldn't just give that up, not after years of it being burned into you. Just like when you've held a pencil in your right hand ever since you could write, when you break that dominant hand, your brain is still telling you to use that hand no matter what. Noah understood Chris was still a hunter, and it was a great thing sometimes, but, there were times when he couldn't control it. When Derek was just a child, Chris and Peter had taken him for a walk in the woods, when his eyes flashed yellow. Chris had drawn his knife from his back pocket, and held it towards Derek. Chris had gotten much, much better since then, it just scared Noah, and how he could still remember the formation of the other hunters and there codes. 

Noah sighed, and took a sip of his coffee. " We need to talk to Talia about this, she might know more " Noah suggested, putting his car in drive. They started their drive to the station, Peter already there.

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Peter carefully sifted through the files, looking for Hale. Chris then plopped three large metal boxes onto Noah's desk, both of them labeled Hale. " Everything that the Hale's have done or have been responsible for doing are in here. So, I'm guessing Derek's birth records along with his father's are in here, somewhere. " Chris explained, grabbing a chunk of files for each of them. " Dang, your dad was hot " Noah murmerd as he passed the news paper around for everyone to see. Peter shot Noah a disgruntled face. Chris chuckled when it was a picture of a dog shitting on a fire hydrant. " Haha, haha, gimme that! " Peter sarcastically laughed, snatching the news paper from Noah. Chris and Noah both started laughing at each other.

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Derek, Stiles and Scott were all piled in Stiles' jeep, on the way to the Hale Manor, all planning on doing homework - key word, planning - 

When they arrived, Cora was outside with Chris, both making a house of cards on the porch. " Hey kids" Chris smiled, waving too the teens that walked into the house. Peter, Allison, Lydia and Malia were on the couch, doing each other's nails. Lydia smiled at Derek, Allison smiling at Scott, while Malia just flipped the teens off, and Stiles who threw a pillow at her. Peter laughed as Allison continued painting his nails purple. 

They all plopped onto Derek's bed, sighing as the A/C kicked on. " We should all go on a road trip for spring break " Scott suggested, pulling his phone out. They all agreed on going, Stiles beyond excited. " But where would we go?" Derek asked, getting up and walking towards his computer. Scott shrugged. " We could drive to Hollywood. Or the beach down in Oxnard, my dad said it was real pretty " Stiles quipped from the bed. Derek smiled at the boy and nodded. " Yeah, let's do it " Scott smiled, nodding his head vigorously. 

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The sun had set almost three hours ago, and Scott and Stiles had gone home. Leaving Derek alone in his room. Everyone had went to bed, Derek being the only one up, or so he thought.

Peter knocked on his door. When Derek allowed him enter, he sat on the edge of Derek's bed, and sighed. " I know this is coming out of the blue, but.. " Peter hesitated. Derek scooted closer to his uncle, awaiting the news. 

" Someone's planning an attack "

Chapter 22: -22-

" what do you mean, an attack?!" Derek gasped. His thoughts were racing. He knew there was fires being set on pack homes, but the Hale's? Really? Everyone knew they were fearless and brave, especially when their alpha was around, it would be plain suicide to even try. " Don't think about it to much. Me and Chris just thought it would be good to tell you incase, Kate, tries to pull any funny business. You tell us if she does, even if you don't think its anything. " Peter explained, rubbing Derek's back in soft motions like when he was a kid. " Don't think to much about it?! Seriously!? That's all I'm thinking about, and will be for the next month!" Derek growled, his eyes flashing yellow. Peter sighed, and continued rubbing Derek's back. " What I meant was, dont tell anyone. It's fine if Stiles knows, Noah's on the case too. Now, get some rest, it's gonna be kinda cold. " Peter smiled, patting Derek's back as he got up. But before he could leave the room, Derek asked, " what's gonna happen uncle Peter..." Derek's voice was tired and low. His eyes were drooping the longer they stayed open. " I'm not sure Kiddo. " And with that, Peter left to his room, ignoring the sudden creak of Derek's window.

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Derek knocked on Stiles' window, waiting for an answer. " Dude, it's like three in the morning, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked, pushing the window open violently. Derek shrugged as he climbed in the room, falling onto Stiles' bed. " Knee hurts " Derek mumbled. Stiles sighed and layed next to Derek. The boy did tend to get hurt often, even when he wasn't trying to. That's something Stiles hoped Derek would grow out of. " Want me to take a look?" Stiles asked, already up and adjusting the pants Derek was wearing. Just as Stiles was about to lift up Derek's pant leg, Noah came through the door. " Ouch Kiddo, What happened?" He asked, examining the irritated red skin from the door frame. Derek shrugged and looked. There was a large bruise on his knee, and the skin around it was irritated and red. Noah raised his brows in surprise. " I can take a closer look at it right now if you want" Noah suggested, watching as Derek shook his head and pulled his pant leg back down to his ankle. " Okie dokie then. Night kids, " Noah smiled and waved before he closed the door. Leaving Stiles and Derek in the room together. Stiles sighed, and rummaged through his pajama drawers, and pulled out a pair of sweat pants for Derek. " Guessing your staying the night?" Stiles assumed, tossing the pink sweatpants to said boy. 

 

The window was left open that night, letting the brisk air bite at their noses. Stiles woke up, Derek's spot was empty and cold. He looked around, spotting the grey sweater discarded by the window seel. Stiles climbed out the window, the light sprinkle of rain dusting the roof as he climbed up to where Derek was. 

Derek was laying on the flat part of the roof, his clothes damp with rain and the fog that settled over him earlier that night. He didn't notice Stiles climbing up the roof, so when he tapped on Derek's shoulder, it frightened him quite a bit. " Why're you up here? It's like negative thirty degrees. " Stiles shivered, pulling the large sweater sleeves over his hands. " Dunno, just felt like I needed to clear my head, and this was the only spot. " Derek shrugged, turning to face Stiles. The trees surrounding the neighborhood scared Derek sometimes, right now, it was scaring him even more. All throughout the night, there had been flashing eyes of yellow and blue. Even a pair of dark orange showed up. And when Derek peeked behind Stiles, those same orange eyes showed up, but this time they didn't go away. "Get inside, now" Derek growled, pushing Stiles towards the window. " What why?" Stiles panicked, but still climbed inside, waiting for Derek to do the same. " There's something out there. I've seen them all night. There... Mocking me, basically, all because they know I cant do anything, not yet anyway " Derek sighed, shutting the window loudly. Stiles watched as Derek plopped down on the bed, rubbing his knuckles. Stiles joined Derek on the bed and sighed. " How long have you been seeing the eyes?" Stiles asked turning the light off and pulling the covers over the two.

 

" Three weeks "

Chapter 23: -23-

Notes:

So sorry I haven't been updating lately. My mental health has gone down the gutter and I've been experiencing a horrible case of writers block. I've also been drifting for the Teen Wolf fandom, leaning towards Titans. If you do enjoy the show Titans on HBO max, I'm posting little short stories that I've had for a little, so enjoy those. But, back to the reason of my late uploads, I'm sorry for the wait, and I hope you all enjoy this, for it may be a little while before another is posted. Good bye and have a wonderful day!❤️

Stiles tossed his last bag into the back of his jeep, ignoring the two kids (Derek and Isaac) that mocked the old jeep. " Haha, so fucking funny. Y'know that Rosco is the thing taking us to that goddamn beach? Right?" Stiles barked, flipping the two off.

Derek smiled, patting Stiles back.

Scott ran outside the house, locking the door, and leaving the note for his mom on the table near the door.

" All set?" Stiles asked, climbing into the drivers side of the old jeep.

Everyone nodded their heads in unison, waiting for Stiles to start driving.

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The sun was bright, shining in their eyes as Stiles drove.

" Sti, you gotta get this A/C fixed man. Me and Derek are literally roasting back here. " Scott groaned, fanning himself dramatically.

Stiles rolled his eyes, checking the rearview mirror.

Derek's eyes were closed, as sweat beaded on his forehead.

" Hey, Der? Scott try and wake Derek up " Stiles worriedly said, his brows furrowing.

Isaac looked back, noticing the sleeping werewolf.

" Dude he's burning up, so are you Scott. " Isaac informed the two when he put his hand on both their foreheads.

" We're werewolves, we naturally run hotter than the average person. " Scott explained, fanning himself once again.

" Shit, I totally forgot! Derek's been reminding me to get that goddamn A/C fixed for the trip, but he wouldn't tell me his real reason. Shit, I gotta pull over, we need to lower your guy's temperature " Stiles cursed, swerving onto the dirt road. 

Stiles cupped Derek's face, beginning to pour the cold water over his burning face.

Derek's eyes fluttered open, weakly smiling. " Hey, why didn't you tell me you were over heating?" Stiles asked softly, in only a tone he'd only use on Derek.

He shrugged, his hands awkwardly laid at his sides.

" Keep this water with you, and this time, actually tell me when your over heating, yeah?" Stiles smiled, ruffling Derek's hair before he climbed back into his seat.

Scott sighed, wrapping an arm around Derek's shoulders. 

 

The drive was long. very, very, very long. Everyone had switched between driving, Derek calling to drive at night when the weather cooled. 

He pulled into a motel, everyone grabbing their bags, not trusting to leave anything in the sketchy parking lot.

" Dude, out of all the places you choose, it had to be this one?!" Stiles hissed, clutching his bag tight as a old, wrinkly lady, ( no doubt on drugs ) eyed it seriously.

" Shut the fuck up and let me do the talking" Derek growled quietly, side eyeing Stiles as they walked to the receptionist.

She was a young girl. Definitely around Derek's age. She had blonde hair, the tips a bright green, it was up in a messy bun, and her nose had a gold ring pierced through it, and she was fidgeting with her many rings.

Derek internally rolled his eyes and sighed, ringing the bell. 

" How many nights will y-" the girl was cut off mid sentence. She examined Derek, a small shade of pink shadowing her cheeks. " Hello, I'm Kayla. Uhm... How many rooms for you lovely gentleman tonight?" She smiled, keeping her eyes trained on Derek's face.

Stiles internally gagged, turning around to roll his eye at Isaac and Scott, who both snickered.

"Your nicest room with two beds? I'm assuming you have a room with two, yes?" Derek smirked, scooting his elbow onto the counter.

Kayla smiled, nodding her head. " Are you sure you don't want one of our conjoined rooms? each one has two beds, so there's no need to share, unless...-"

" One room is find Bethany. Now give us the Goddamn key. " Stiles barked, slapping the card onto the counter.

Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

Kayla backed up, slightly shaken up from the sudden upburst.

" He ment to say thank you, Kayla. " Derek added, grabbing the key from her thin hands. 

On the way up, Stiles was grumbling about things about girls and their 'Cooties'.

Isaac and Scott were laughing behind him, there lungs aching before they even reached the door.

" Don't get your panties bunched up, she was just being nice. " Derek tried to lighten the conversation.

Stiles rolled his eyes, and flopped down onto the large bed. " Nice enough to get into your pants." He huffed, crossing his arms.

Derek chuckled, kissing Stiles on the cheek. 

" Whatever you say Sty."

Notes:

Leave comments, there great to read! Have a great day!