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Stiles watches Braeden and Scott carrying somebody between them towards the rest of the pack. The person’s head was lowered towards the ground, but even from the distance he felt familiar.
And then the guy lifts his head looking towards them, his eyes locking onto Stiles instantly. And Stiles… stops breathing. It couldn’t be. It was Derek. But not the one they all knew. It was his Derek. Sixteen year old Derek.
Before he could say anything, Derek moves away from Scott and Braeden and throws his body towards Stiles, circling his arms around his neck. Stiles’ own arms finding their way quickly around the young werewolf.
“Mieczysław.” Derek’s voice sounds broken and Stiles feels Derek’s arms holding on even more tightly.
“Derek. It’s okay.” He looks over Derek’s shoulder towards the rest of his pack. They are all looking at them with wide and confused eyes. He could see Scott starting to ask a question and Stiles quickly shakes his head, mouthing “later” and waiting until Scott nods his head, before moving slightly away from Derek. Putting his hands around Derek’s neck.
“Derek, look at me. Focus on me. I know you must be so confused right now. But you’re okay. You’re safe.”
Derek throws a quick look over his shoulder to the rest of them, tensing up when he sees that they are all looking at him.
“Hey. I trust them. And you trust me, right?”
The answer comes instantly. “Always.”
“Good. So here’s what we are going to do. We’re going to drive back home and you’ll rest during the drive, you look exhausted. You can fully rest. Nothing will happen to you. And when we’re back home, I’ll explain everything to you, okay?”
Derek nods and pulls Stiles back into a hug. Then moves slightly back, his hand finding Stiles.
Stiles’ eyes don’t move from Dereks, while he fishes his car keys out of his pockets and throws them towards Scott, who catches them. “You’re driving Scott.”
“But-”
“You’re driving Scott.” They’ve all been looking at them as if they had grown second heads, but now even more so. Stiles didn’t let anyone else drive his Jeep.
He ignores their questioning stares and leads Derek to his car. He opens the door in the back and urges Derek to get in, hopping in behind him. As soon as they are both seated Derek moves closer to Stiles, his head lying down on his shoulder and his arms around Stiles. Stiles’ hand moving to Derek's neck.
The front doors open, Scott finding his place behind the wheel and Lydia sitting next to him.
They start their long way home. After a couple of minutes he could see Lydia watching him through the mirror, ready to ask her hundred questions. He shakes his head again. Derek hadn’t been sleeping long. He doesn’t want to wake him.
After about thirty minutes he is sure that Derek was deeply asleep and he could let the tension out of his body. “Fuck.”
Lydia turns around in her seat, looking at them, Stiles could see Scotts eyes in the mirror.
“Stiles?” The soft question comes from Lydia.
“I know. Fuck I know.” He moves his hand to cover his eyes. Trying to calm his beating heart. He knows that if he gets more agitated, that Derek will wake up, ready to fight anyone who made him feel this way.
“I really need an explanation, Stiles. Because right now, I can’t find anything.”
Stiles moves his hand back, his eyes falling open, looking directly at Lydia. “It’s a long story. It’s a really long story… But we have a long way home. Fuck. Derek and I grew up together.”
“What? How have we never-”
“Just let me get through this Lydia. It’s already hard enough without you questioning everything.” She sends him an angry glare, but he doesn't care. “Derek and I grew up together. Our Moms met at the playground when we were both two years old.” Stiles could see that Lydia wanted to interject again and he shoots her an irritated look keeping her quiet. “Derek and I hit it off right away and when it was time for us to go home, he wouldn’t let me go and even growled at Thalia. Even when she flashed her Alpha eyes at him, he didn’t let go of my arm. My mom just laughed. Thank fuck she already knew about everything Supernatural or that would have been an interesting conversation.
With the promise that Derek and I could see each other again tomorrow, he reluctantly let go of me and left with his mom. From there on we saw each other basically every day. Mom and Thalia became best friends and so did Derek and I. Mom, Dad and I became part of the pack and we were basically living in the Hale house. Everyone had already realized that Derek and I were mates. It wasn’t really hard to figure out, with the way we were around each other. We officially started dating when we were fourteen. We both knew we were mates from when we were young, at fourteen we just added kissing and making out. We drove everybody crazy because it was so unusual to meet your mate as young as we did. We were really lucky back then.
When we were sixteen, Kate Argent came to town. And she wanted the Hales dead. All of them. Her plan was to seduce Talias oldest son and get him to tell her all the Hale secrets. What she hadn’t planned on though, was that he was already happily mated and that he didn’t even give her a second glance when she started talking to him. He didn’t want anything to do with her, which pissed her off because of two different reasons. First, because she couldn’t get the information that she needed and secondly because how dare this sixteen year old boy not want her.
So when her first plan didn’t work out, she hired a witch. Who severed our mate bond and erased Derek’s memories of me, removed the scent of a mate from his wolf. Now Derek was unmated, with no memories of ever being mated and Kate was a good actress. Derek let her in on some secrets and she burned the Hales alive.
The thing you have to know about mate bonds is that if they get brutally severed it can be lethal for the human. It normally is. I was lucky that I only fell into a coma when the witch broke ours.
I woke up in the hospital after being in my coma for a month. Dad told me that nearly our whole pack had died in a coma and that Laura and Derek had left to go to New York a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t just in a coma and lost my pack and my mate, I also woke up in a body that looked ten years old. Not only did I look like it, nobody but me and Dad remembered that I was actually sixteen years old, not ten. My birth certificate stated I was born only ten years ago, every record there was, was changed. We guessed it was also the work of the witch, but we could never confirm that.
Not only did the witch break our bond, she also made sure I couldn’t contact Derek. He had no memories of me, I was suddenly ten years old and Kate had fucked with his head and killed his whole family. He wouldn’t have believed me and he wouldn’t have let me near him.
So I let him go. I tried to figure out how to live in a body that was way younger than my mind. I learned to adapt. I had to repeat school years, but barely had to do anything because I had already learned it years ago. I met you, Scott and we became friends.
And when I heard about the body I didn’t even think. I didn’t know it was Laura, who was like my sister. And you got bitten by Peter.
When you showed me the bite I instantly knew what it was and god I hoped the bite would take. But I had no idea who the alpha was. And then we were back in the woods and suddenly Derek was standing there, all grown up and I hadn’t seen him for six years and when he looked at me he didn’t see anything. He didn’t react. There was no recognition. I nearly broke down then and there. But I waited until I was back home.
The door closed behind me, kneeling on the floor sobbing. I had known Derek didn’t know who I was. But actually experiencing it… hurt. It hurt so much. Dad had been home and he came running to me when he heard my sobs. I fell into his arms and barely got the words out that Derek was back. He told me about Laura and then I was sobbing for both of the Hales.
I knew Derek wouldn’t remember me, so I kept my mouth shut. Peter happened, and then the Kanima, Gerard, the Alpha Pack. The Nogitsune.
And then Derek was kidnapped and we came to Mexico to find him and we found him. Just not exactly the version that you all know. Sixteen year old Derek. My Derek. And this time he actually recognised me.
This is Kate again. She needed something from Derek, but she needed a Derek that trusted her, so she turned him back when he was sixteen. But she wasn’t careful enough and turned him back to a time where he is still mated to me.
And I have no idea if this is permanent or only for a limited amount of time. But either way, when we get back home I will have to tell him again that his family is dead. Because he can already feel that the bonds aren’t there anymore. And Derek is so fucking smart and he’s always known when I was lying, even when I hid it from every other werewolf.”
Stiles stopped talking. His throat felt dry. He kept on talking and talking. Forgetting where he was.
When his gaze focused again he saw Lydia watching him, tears running down her face. “We’ll figure it out.”
Stiles nods. Resting his head on the back of his seat. Closing his eyes and pulling his mate closer to his body.
Scott drops off Stiles and Derek at the Stilinski residence and drives off with the promise to return the car early in the morning the next day.
Derek had woken when they stopped and they were now walking up the steps, his hands gripping Stiles’ hard. Stiles can already hear his father making his way over to them when they walk into the house.
“Stiles. Where the hell have you been? You told me you’d only be gone for a couple of hours not- Derek?” The Sheriff had quickly walked towards them from the living room, his eyes getting big when he saw who was standing close to his son.
“Hey Uncle John.” Derek smiles easily and walks over to give the older man a hug.
The Sheriff’s eyes are still locked onto Stiles, who quickly makes a gesture so he would hug Derek back.
“Hey Dad, can you order us some pizzas? You can have one as well. Derek and I just need to talk for a while.” At Stiles’ words the Sheriff closes his eyes. He knows what his son would have to tell Derek.
“Sure. I’ll call you when they’re here.”
Stiles takes Derek by the hand and pulls him up the stairs. Into his room and closes the door behind them. He can see Derek looking around his room with confusion on his face. It looked different to the last time he had seen it.
Young Derek sits down on the bed, pulling one of the pillows into his lap and quickly burying his face into it, inhaling Stiles’ scent. When he lifts his head again he doesn’t look at Stiles. “Why can’t I feel them anymore?” He can’t face Stiles, scared of the answer.
Stiles lets his hands run through Derek’s hair, slightly pulling on it, because of course Derek had already figured it out. It was Derek.
He quickly walks over to the bed and sits down next to his mate, pulling him into a fierce hug. “Because they died.”
Stiles hears the sharp intake of breath and feels claws slightly piercing his skin where Derek’s hands are buried into his shirt.
So Stiles tells him again. Breaks Derek’s heart again. He tells him about the witch and Kate. About the fire and Peter’s coma. That their bond was severed. Laura and him leaving for New York. Stiles’ new body and life. Peter killing Laura. Derek returning. Everything.
Derek was sobbing through it all and when Stiles finishes he can hear the soft breaths of Derek. The young wolf had cried himself to sleep. Stiles disentangles Derek’s hands and guides him onto the bed, pulling the blanket over the wolf.
After making sure that Derek wouldn’t wake when he left the room, he makes his way downstairs and finds his dad sitting at the kitchen table, three pizzas sitting in front of him. He is just looking at them, lost in thought. When he hears the steps, he turns around. At the look on Stiles face he quickly gets up and pulls his son into a strong hug.
“I’m going to kill her this time. For making him relive this moment a second time.”
“What happened?”
“We found him in a temple in Mexico, looking like this, six years younger. Remembering our old life. This Derek’s mind hasn’t been altered by the witch yet.”
They sit down at the table and Stiles pulls one of the pizza boxes towards him. The Sheriff does the same. “Is he asleep?”
“Yeah. The pain was too much.”
“Is it permanent?”
Stiles sighs. “I have no idea. Maybe. Maybe he’ll turn back to twenty-two year old Derek in a couple of days.”
The Sheriff lays a hand on his son’s shoulder. “He remembers you. How are you feeling about that?”
“It’s heartbreaking. It’s been so fucking long since he looked at me this way. But I can’t hope. Can’t hope that he’ll keep on remembering me. Especially if he turns back and then he doesn’t. I don’t think I can handle it a second time. Because this time I’ll actually have to experience it.”
“I’m so sorry son. For both of you.”
“Me too Dad. Me too.”
The next couple of days Derek barely leaves Stiles’ side. It was so nice to have his Derek back. To see a Derek who looks at him with so much love in his eyes. But it also hurts, because he knows what Derek is going through. How heartbroken he is. And Stiles needs to hold back. It’s too easy to fall back into old habits.
That’s why when Derek tries to kiss him he moves back. His resolve nearly breaking when he hears the whine that escapes Derek.
Stiles pulls him into a hug instead. “I’m sorry. You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you. But we don’t know what will happen, and I can’t get used to this again if I’ll just lose you again.”
“You need to tell me, when I turn back and lose my memories. Tell me you’re my mate.”
Stiles’ hand moves to Derek’s face, caressing it softly. “I can’t do that, babe.”
Derek’s eyes flashes golden at that. “Why the hell not?!”
“Because the other you was really hurt. Kate raped him and killed his family. And he blames himself for that. And I’m in a seventeen year olds body. Even if he wanted me, he would never go for it, because he would never do to somebody what Kate did to him. And even if I told him everything, told him things that only I could know, he probably wouldn’t even believe me, even if he listened to my heartbeat. It would torture him. And I love him, you, too much to do that.”
Derek starts crying again. “I hate this so much.”
“I know.”
“It’s not just that I want both of us to be happy. It’s you, Mieczysław.” Stiles couldn’t help but smile everytime Derek called him by his real name. He hadn’t been Stiles yet when he was with Derek. The name change came after the fire and after his whole life changed. He needed to distance himself from the life he knew had ended.
“You’re so different now. You’re not as strong as you used to be. Always moving around, barely being able to stand still. I’m constantly thinking you’re going to break.”
Stiles laughs without humor. “I know. That’s what happens to humans when the mate bond gets forcefully broken and after being away from you for six years. But I’m still better than the average human. I’ve gotten better since he- you returned from New York.”
“It’s not enough.” Derek sighs, and pulls them both onto the bed so they could cuddle.
Stiles couldn’t disagree.
Even though he was prepared that it would happen, it still feels like a punch to the face when older Derek returns in the middle of a fight, looking at Stiles without the love in his eyes. Stiles had, despite his own warning, started to get used to it again.
After the fight, Stiles leaves quickly, only waiting to make sure that there wasn’t a meeting later and drives back to his house.
He gets a beer from the fridge and then sits down at the kitchen table, not even bothering to turn on the lights.
Stiles is already nursing a second bottle when his father comes home and walks into the kitchen, startling a bit when he turns on the lights and sees Stiles sitting at the table drinking a beer with red eyes. He doesn’t even say anything about the beers, alcohol was a grey area between them, since Stilese was technically twenty-two years old.
“He doesn’t remember.”
“No.” Stiles says, drinking the last bit of the beer and then walking up the stairs to his room, ready to fall onto the bed and forget this fucking day.
During the next couple of weeks Stiles tries to stay as far away as possible from Derek as he could. Otherwise he would break down. And he owed it to both of them to not do that.
The pack keeps sending him sad and worried glances and he has to send angry once back, to make sure Derek wouldn’t notice how they were acting around them.
Keeping his distance gets more difficult when Derek starts to lose his powers and Braeden is suddenly back in town and constantly by Derek’s side.
Stiles likes her well enough, but it doesn’t fucking matter when she keeps touching what is his. Stiles had always had a problem with his jealousy when it came to Derek, but when he was younger he had actually been able to do something about it. Now he had to sit back and let it happen. Trying to mask his scent so Derek wouldn’t notice his reactions whenever he saw them together.
The pitying looks got even more when they all realized that Derek and Braeden had started sleeping together. Stiles had simply gotten up and left the pack meeting without saying a word. He had put his hand through a wall at home, and nearly broken his hand. He hadn’t felt better afterwards.
They were back in fucking Mexico. And Derek was dying. The Berserker had stabbed him in the stomach and he didn’t have any powers to heal his wound.
Stiles wanted to run to him, but Braeden was there first.
“Go. Save Scott.” Derek pushes out, looking at Stiles.
Stiles could only look at him. At the wound, that didn’t stop bleeding.
“Go.”
Stiles runs after the others, stopping after a couple of steps to look back. And then he runs back in. Scott would need his ass saved again.
He is watching Liam talking Scott down, reminding him that he was a werewolf, when he feels it. Feels the last bit of bond that was left in him disappear and he knows that Derek just died. Had taken his last breath. And all Stiles could do was push down his grief and focus on the task on hand. He could cry and sob when they were all safe.
But Derek hadn’t actually died. He had evolved. He had taken his last breath and then turned into a black wolf. Looking just like Talia used to during full moons when she had shifted and ran with them through the woods.
Stiles had barely breathed since he had felt Derek die and now he was standing there fully healed again and alive and he was leaving. Was leaving Beacon Hills for good. Stiles watches Derek and Braeden getting into the car together and Derek sends them one last nod and then he is gone. And Stiles still couldn’t breathe.
On the drive home the pack keeps sending him looks and he ignores them.
Only when he closes the front door of his house behind him, does Stiles let the emotions overrule him and he falls to the floor crying and sobbing and feeling every last bit that he had pushed down for the last couple of hours.
He hears the Sheriff opening his bedroom door and running to him. Falling onto the floor next to him and pulling Stiles into his arms. Rocking him and shushing him as if he was still a little child.
“He died. He was dead. And then he came back. But I felt him dying. Derek was dead. I thought I had lost him forever.” He managed to choke out between sobs. They sit on the floor for hours. And when Stiles has finally fallen asleep after crying every last tear in his body, the Sheriff lifts up his son and carries him into his bedroom.
Somewhere in Mexico, Braeden and Derek had taken a room in a Motel for the night, after driving for several hours. They had fallen asleep next to each other after the events of the day, when suddenly Derek awakes violently from his sleep, shooting up from the bed, covered in cold sweat. His heart and mind racing.
Braeden has awoken as well and when she puts her hand on Derek’s back he flinches away from her hand and jumps from the bed, looking at her with wide eyes. He could smell her scent on him, from sleeping in the same bed and he wants to vomit because of it.
“Derek what’s wrong?”
“I remember.”
She looks confused. “What do you remember?”
He lets out a breath. “Everything. Stiles, he’s my mate.”
Braeden arches her eyebrows, looking stunned at Derek. She didn’t know everything there was to know about werewolves, but she did know what a big deal mates were.
“Then why are you here with me?”
“I forgot. No, I didn't forget. When we were younger a witch broke our bond and took my memories of him. But I remember now.”
“Then what are you still doing here? Take a shower and go to him.”
Derek nods and flees to the bathroom. He can’t even look at her, knowing that he had betrayed his mate with her.
Not wanting to drive for 30 more hours to get back to Beacon Hills, Derek had bought a plane ticket pack and arrived early in the morning. He rents a car at the airport and then drives directly to the Stilinski house.
He sees the jeep and the cruiser parked outside. He closes his eyes and starts to listen. Derek hears the Sheriff in the living room and Stiles in his room. He listens to Stiles' familiar heartbeat for a couple of minutes before he can get out of the car and walks up the steps to the front door.
He can hear the Sheriff getting off the sofa to go get the door after Derek knocks.
Derek can smell John’s surprise. “Derek? Stiles said you were going to stay in Mexico with Braeden.”
John’s scent smelled like family, like pack. He can’t believe how he hadn’t felt this whenever he was around the man the last couple of years.
“John.”
“Since when are we on a first name basis?” John’s tone is cold and Derek doesn’t know if it’s an act because they’re not supposed to know each other well or if he’s holding a grudge because of Stiles and how Derek had been treating him.
But Derek’s desperate. “Uncle John.”
The Sheriff’s whole face changes at being called that. “Fuck, kid.” He steps forward and pulls Derek into a hug and Derek just melts against him. Stilinski hugs were always the best. “You remember?”
Derek nods into his shoulder. “I remember everything. Even the time when I got turned back into a teenager.”
John pulls back and looks at him some more. “It’s really good to have you back, son. Just please tell me it’s permanent. He can’t handle you remembering, being you again and then losing you again. You need to be sure.”
“I’m sure. I could feel the spell breaking after I evolved. I won’t forget again.”
“Then go get your mate, Derek. Welcome home.”
Derek quickly hugs him again and then runs up the steps, slowing down again when he gets to the door. He knocks quickly.
“Come in, Dad.”
He opens the door and sees Stiles sitting at his desk, typing quickly on his computer. His eyes not even leaving the screen. It’s like he hadn’t seen him in years. In a way he had. His mate. “What’s up Daddio?”
“Stiles.” As soon as he says it Stiles head swivels to him and his eyes get wide. As quickly as he had looked, he also looks away and looks at the computer again.
“Derek. I thought you were gonna drive around with Braeden and hunt the coyote. Didn’t expect you back so soon. Do you need me to do some research? Also did you-”
“Stiles!”
“-actually use the front door for once? Didn’t know you had it in you. Anyway if you want me to research something you’ll actually have to tell me what exactly because-”
“Mieczysław!” he shouts, because Stiles wasn’t listening to him.
Stiles freezes at his real name coming from the older man. His hands are still on the keys, but he has stopped typing. His face is still turned towards the screen, though he isn’t actually seeing anything.
“How do you know that name?” He still isn’t looking at Derek.
“Because I remember?”
Stiles is still not facing him. “What exactly do you remember?”
Derek moves towards Stiles and kneels next to him on the floor, his hand finding its place on Stiles neck. “I remember everything, babe. I remember our childhood together, growing up together, I remember our first kiss and the first time we made love. I remember that you are my mate and I remember when I was young again and you didn’t kiss me and it nearly broke me, but I understood because you had been on the breaking point for six years. I remember everything, Mieczysław.”
Stiles had started to cry when he heard those words. But he is still not looking at Derek.
“Is it permanent?”
“Yes.” Derek has barely finished the word when he finds himself being nearly thrown over by his mate being in his arms. “I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so fucking sorry for forgetting.”
“Not your fault.”
Derek lifts them both and sits down on the bed, with Stiles straddling his lap.
“I really missed you, Der.” Stiles has moved back, pressing his forehead against Dereks.
“I missed you too.” He doesn’t know who moves first but then there are lips pressing against the others and Derek finally feels like he can breathe again.
They barely leave each other the next couple of weeks. Derek has basically moved into the Stilinski house. It had taken Stiles a while to realize that Derek wasn’t going to forget him again and leave again. He had multiple nightmares and only Derek lying right next to him and holding him, had calmed him down.
Derek had gotten a job at the local library, finally feeling ready to reclaim his place in the Beacon Hills community. He’d only had a half day today and was back home again, throwing clothes at Stiles, who was lying on his bed. “Get ready. Pack training in fifteen minutes.”
“I don’t wanna.” Stiles hasn’t even moved the shirt that had fallen on his face.
“I don’t care. It’s time you joined us with our training.”
“Whyyyyyy?”
Derek sighs at his mates antics and drops onto the bed, hovering over Stiles, and pulling away the shirt. “Because you’ve finally healed again, babe. Your body is back to where you were before the bond was broken and you were able to stop taking your ADHD medication because you’re settled again. You haven’t trained in six years. I just want to see how much you have to train to get back to where you were.”
That gets a rise out of Stiles who sits up quickly, nearly throwing Derek off his lap, and looking at him with angry eyes, which was of course exactly his plan. “I don’t need any training to get back to where I was. I’m exactly the same.”
Derek smirks at him. “Then prove it.”
“Fucking fine. I’ll get dressed and then I’m going to kick your ass.”
Fifteen minutes later they arrive at the clearing in the woods that the pack had claimed as their training grounds.
The rest of the pack was already there, some of them already sparring and fighting each other, sweat dripping down their backs.
Void of a greeting Derek just informs the rest of the pack of the change. “Stiles is going to join the training from now on.”
Everyone has stopped fighting and is now looking at Derek and Stiles with raised eyebrows. Scott was the brave one to actually say something. “Ehm. Do you think that’s a good idea?”
Derek doesn’t even honor that with a response, simply looking at Stiles with a raised eyebrow.
“Fine.” Stiles houghed, taking out his bat from the car. Derek simply smiles and takes off his shirt, Stiles follows suit. They could hear the gasps from the pack when they see Stiles without a shirt. “The fuck.”, was heard from Lydia. They are all stunned and confused, because they knew Stiles didn’t look like that. All ripped and lean muscles.
Derek and Stiles face each other on the field. “Let’s go Sourwolf.” Derek’s smile never leaves his face, he charges at Stiles, claws out and swipes at the boy. The pack prepare themselves to see blood flowing from Stiles stomach, but they quickly get surprised, because Stiles has simply, very quickly moved aside. The bat was still in his hand, but not raised, simply ready to be used at will and he dances away every. single. time. Derek swipes his claws at him. After a couple of minutes Stiles changes tactics, now actually charging at Derek himself, swinging his bat at the wolf and never missing a swing.
After one especially brutal swing, Derek lands on the floor, blood dripping from his mouth, though no irritation or surprise was seen on his face. “That’s all you got, Sourwolf? Come on, I’ll leave the bat. Make it fair.” Stiles has turned into a completely different person right in front of their eyes. Cocky and sure of himself, feeling confident in his body. He has kept his promise and throws the bat to the side. Derek has gotten off the ground, getting ready for another attack, before he could move though, something flies through the air and embeds itself into his chest. The handle of a dagger sticking out of his flesh.
“You still alive, honey?” Stiles shouts over, a grin all over his face.
Without answering Derek pulls the knife out of his chest and throws it back at Stiles. Scott is actually jumping up from the ground to run towards Stiles, even though he wouldn’t have been quick enough to save him. Though it doesn’t really matter because Stiles had caught the dagger only a few centimeters away from his face. “When has that ever worked for you?”
“Never hurts to try.”
Once again Stiles turns the knife and flings it back at Derek. This time Derek sees it coming and is able to catch it, just like Stiles had before. A small grin is starting to appear, when he can feel a second knife that had appeared out of nowhere and into Stiles hands embedding itself into his stomach.
Derek only grunts out a laugh and then pulls the knife out and throws them both on the ground, knowing it would end in hand to hand combat now.
Once again Derek charges at Stiles and Stiles simply moves around him, throwing punches, and quickly moving around Derek’s body and then throwing him onto the floor, sitting on top of him, his knees pushing Derek’s arms flat on the ground and two more daggers in his hands, pressing against Derek’s throat. “Yield.”
“I yield.” Derek says, his whole face covered in a beautiful smile.
Stiles only leans down and presses a kiss to his mates mouth. Then he gets up and pulls Derek up with him. When they turn around to the pack they are all sporting the same expression on their faces. They were absolutely dumbfounded.
“What the actual fuck just happened?” Liam shouts out. The others just nodded in agreement. “How the hell do you know how to fight like that?”
Stiles picks up his earlier discarded shirt and puts it back on, not without rolling his eyes at the pack. “Have you forgotten that I grew up in a pack?”
The confused looks didn’t waver. “I grew up in a pack. I played with wolves. I trained with wolves. I fought with wolves. I have been part of the Hale pack since I was two years old. Talia made sure that I knew how to defend myself, that I wouldn't get hurt. And she needed me to be just as good of a fighter as they were. Turns out I was better.”
“Okay. Then why haven’t you done any of that before?” This time it was Allison who asked the question.
“When the witch broke our bond it should have killed me. Most often the human dies. I only fell into a coma. And then Derek left. I got weaker when I was no longer with my mate. And I got ADHD-like symptoms as a side effect from being parted from Derek. Now that Derek and I are bonded again, I regained my strength and the symptoms have disappeared.”
Just as he had stopped talking he could feel a tingle at his back and without wasting a thought on it, simply acting on instinct, he turns around in one swift movement, lifting his arms and throwing the person that was attacking him back. Only when he hears the grunt of the person when they impact does everything come to a realization for Stiles.
First, it had actually been Derek, who was now grinning at him, lying on the floor. And secondly, he had used magic.
With a gleeful shout, Stiles runs towards Derek who catches him easily “My magic is back. How did you know?”
Derek buries his head in Stiles’ neck. “We both know your magic protected you when the bond was broken. But magic like yours just doesn’t disappear. You were healing and for the last couple of years you hid a part of yourself. I was sure if you just worked on instinct alone now that everything’s back to how it should be, that it would make an appearance.”
“Thank you.” Stiles whispers and then pulls his mate into a quick kiss.
“Once again I ask the question of what the actual fuck?”
Stiles only laughs. “Remember when I told you that my mom had already known about the Supernatural when Derek and I met? Mom had magic and when we joined the Hale pack she became the Hale Emissary. I got my powers from her and Derek and I were raised together to be the next Alpha Hale and Emissary of the Hale pack. Which reminds me. Show me your eyes Derek.”
“Stiles. That was a long time ago. Before I’ve had so much blood on my hands. I can’t anymore.”
Stiles look only hardens at the words. Derek never believed as much in himself then Stiles did. “Of course you can still do it. This is our birthright Derek. We were raised to become this, and we would have when we had turned 18. It’s just a little bit delayed now. So just believe and show me your eyes.”
Derek closes his eyes and when he opens them again his eyes glow blue, Stiles moves his hand to Derek’s heart and lets his magic flow through them and after a couple of seconds Derek’s eyes turn alpha red. The born True Alpha of the Hale pack that had been promised. Stiles hears the pack gasp, but he could only look at Derek and then he could feel all their pack bonds snap into place.
It had taken a month to rebuild the Hale house for the newly formed pack, headed by the Hale Alpha and the Alphas Emissary Mate. It was moving-day and they were all sitting on the front porch, resting for a bit before continuing to bring all their stuff inside, when the wolves hear Peter walking towards them, coming from the woods.
“Well. Well. Well. Looks like this pack has finally become a family.”, he sneers at them.
Stiles was looking at the wolf, who used to be part of his family. “What do you want, Peter?”
The wolf steps closer to Stiles, slightly circling him. “Well I had heard the Beacon Hills pack had finally claimed their right and rebuilt. I wanted to check out my room. I am pack aren’t I?”
“You haven’t earned it, Peter.” Stiles says. Laura’s name constantly in his mind.
“Do you have a proposition as to how I could earn it, Stiles?” The comment was suggestive and before Stiles could retaliate Derek has his hand around Peter’s throat, his eyes flashing red. “Talk to my mate like that again, Peter and I will put you in the ground again, and this time you won’t be able to come back.”
Peter’s eyes had gotten huge at Derek’s words and he slightly stumbles back, when Derek lets go of his throat. “Mate?” Peter looks at the way that Derek and Stiles are standing next to each other, Derek’s hand placed on Stiles back. The realization has him taking a harsh breath. “Oh my god, you remember.” And before anyone could react Peter had stepped forward and pulled Derek into a hug. “I’m so proud of you for finally stepping into the role you were born to be.” At Peter’s words Derek couldn’t resist deflating a bit and hugging his uncle back.
Peter pulls out of the hug and then turns to Stiles. “Hey Mischief. You got your powers back?” Stiles nods. “Then please let it feel me.” Stiles’ eyes widen at the request. Letting magic see someone, ment to see every single part of them. It was extremely invasive and not something he expected from Peter. But he requested it. So Stiles takes Peters’ offered hand and lets his magic do its thing. It takes a couple of minutes, but when he was done he couldn’t believe it.
“Taken rooms have signs on them, other than that you can choose which room you want.” Peter smiles at that and then saunters into the house.
Derek only raises an eyebrow at Stiles. He trusts his decision but he was still curious. Stiles steps closer. “Laura wasn’t Peter’s fault. I’ll explain everything later. But for now let’s get everything inside so we can get the first official pack night in the house started.”