Chapter Text
1. Prehistoric Era
The day was cold, the night was approaching fast, and all Derek wanted was something who can keep him and his pack safe and warm during it. He scowled, feeling helpless.
He was picking up twigs, grass and rocks to take to the cave, so the humans in the pack could have something to cover themselves with and something to use as a weapon during the night.
He couldn’t take more, but with his harms full he walked back to the cave, swaying slightly, still not used to be on two feet, and looked around to make sure that no predators had followed him.
Entering the cave he went to his pack mates, who were piled far from the entrance, some of them shifted and some not, trying to keep each other warm.
Just Stiles wasn’t with them. He was seated near but not part of the puppy pile, and Derek once again scowled seeing him shivering.
He put down the things that he was carrying and sat near Stiles, picking up some rocks and staring to fiddle with them. Stiles looked at him with an amused smile, but made no sound and hugged his knees tighter to his body, still in his place.
Derek didn’t know why, but Stiles was a constant in his mind. He worried about him, got mad at him, wanted to rip his throat out with his teeth, but more than anything he wanted to have him close, warm and safe in his arms. And Derek couldn’t understand why, or what all of that meant.
“Uhnt ih uch aa ouolf! (Don’t be such a sourwolf)!” Stiles voice said, and raising his head Derek found Stiles in front of him, bright eyes staring straight into his.
He scowled even more, his brow furrowed and lips curved downwards, making Stiles laugh.
‘What had he done now to make him laugh like that?’ he thought frustrated, dragging forcefully against each other the rocks still in his hands.
A little spark flew from them, right in the middle of the twigs and grass that he gathered earlier, and a strange airy white thing started to raise from them, along whit a lively red strip of warmth.
Derek stared wide eyed at the growing thing in front of him, feeling the warmth spread through him and watching as the light from it illuminated Stiles face in a soft orange.
Stiles was staring at him instead, eyes open wide and hands reaching for the warmth.
Derek grabbed him before he could touch it, and their eyes met.
They stilled there, looking into each other eyes, with the heat of the first fire warming up their bodies along with the strange sensation that their joined hands was sending to their hearts.
