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Stiles sat at the back of the lecture hall, his eyes glazing over as the professor went on and on about something related to the Olympians. He had groaned when he’d first seen the syllabus for his ancient mythologies course, knowing he’d spend a majority of the first month rolling his eyes and wishing he could speak up. He pulled his phone out and opened the group chat he had with the Pack.
“This is just as ridiculous as I thought it would be,” he sent off, unsurprised when his phone started buzzing immediately with responses.
“I told you to take the gender studies and queer theory course instead,” Lydia responded before breaking into a lecture when Jackson responded with a not-so-appropriate slur towards the class.
“You know it didn’t fit in my schedule,” Stiles sent, hoping to distract them, but it was too late.
A moment later, another text came through outside of the group chat, and Stiles smiled as he switched over to the message. “Have they started talking about the Titanomachia yet?” Derek texted, referring to the ten years of battles between the Titans and the Olympians.
Stiles chuckled, shrugging when the girl in front of him turned to glare at him. It wasn’t his fault that most of the things out of the professor’s mouth and printed in the textbook weren’t a hundred percent accurate. The stories had been passed down for generations, and alterations were unavoidable.
“You haven’t tried to correct anyone, have you?” Derek texted.
Stiles remembered the first day when he’d attempted to amend something the professor had said and ended up on the receiving end of a lecture about all of the man’s qualifications compared to Stiles’ high school degree. He couldn’t very well argue that he had spent ten weeks of his summer fighting the Titans before discovering that several Olympians actually lived in or near Beacon Hills.
It had been their most informative and challenging battle in the years since Scott had been bitten. Getting to know the different Olympians had been unbelievable at first but quickly became a good time. He knew that they spent time in various forms all over the world, and they’d been fortunate to find a spell in one of the books Stiles had found in the Hale Family Vault to summon them to Beacon Hills.
At first, they’d thought the strange people that the spell had led them to meant that it hadn’t worked. It wasn’t until Lydia pointed out that each person had a similarity to one of the Olympians. Stiles’ favorite had been the drunk they’d found sleeping off a hangover in the drunk tank at the Sheriff’s station. Dionysus immensely enjoyed it when he took the form of Dylan and spent way too many nights at the Beacon Hills Hideaway.
Helen, the marriage counselor, had been a little tougher to figure out, and it had been Jackson who said that it was probably Hera, the goddess of marriage. After they’d identified those two, it got easier until all twelve Olympians agreed to meet in the Preserve and join them in their final battle, calling forward the Cyclops and the Hecatoncheire as they had in the original battle.
The Pack was beat-up and exhausted when the battle was over while the Olympians picked themselves up and said their goodbyes. Athena had gifted Stiles with a magical scroll that shared the true history of the Greek gods and goddesses. He smiled when he looked down at it and found the story of their battle along with sketches of Derek and Stiles stood side by side.
Aphrodite had pulled Derek and Stiles to the side and laid a blessing upon the both of them. At first, Stiles had been confused until he saw the pink at the tips of Derek’s ears as Aphrodite declared them mates and that they needed to get their act together.
Stiles smiled as he remembered deciding not to go against the goddess who had fought beside them. Thankfully, Derek had agreed, and they’d gone on their first date the night after the battle. It hadn’t taken long for them to fall into a familiar rhythm of a relationship. By the time Stiles had gone back to school, he knew it would be even more challenging for him to be away from the Pack, especially Derek.
So far, Derek hadn’t been able to come to visit, but they texted almost constantly and talked on the phone at least once a day. It wasn’t the same, and Stiles had been looking into transferring to a closer university after winter break. He sighed down at his phone and sent off “miss you” to Derek, knowing that those two words didn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling. He opened his calendar and started counting down to Thanksgiving break.
Another text came through just as the professor dismissed the class. Stiles gathered his stuff together and shoved it into his backpack. He said goodbye to the guy that sat in front of him and shared notes, stepping into the hallway. When he walked out of the building, a tingle ran up the back of his neck. His phone buzzed again, and he opened it to read the texts from Derek while trying to keep an eye on his surroundings.
The first message was a “miss you” in response to Stiles, and the second said, “Look up before you run into someone.”
Stiles’ head jerked up just as he slammed into someone. Stumbling backward, strong arms stopped him from falling to the ground. Looking up, he found familiar green eyes looking down at him with merriment dancing within the orbs. “Derek!” he shouted, throwing his arms around him and squeezing tightly, praying he hadn’t fallen asleep in class, and this was all a crazy dream.
“Hi,” Derek said, chuckling lightly as he returned the embrace.
“You’re here. Why are you here?”
“I missed you,” Derek said.
“You drove twelve hundred miles just because you missed me?” Stiles asked, blinking back tears and ducking his head in an effort to hide them from Derek.
Derek reached out and used his hand on Stiles’ chin to gently lift his face so they could look into each other's eyes. “I love you. Even Titans couldn’t keep me away.” Stiles’ laugh was lost in the kiss, and suddenly Greek Mythology was the last thing on his mind.