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"C'mon guys. We need to hurry before he comes back," Scott says as they scramble into Derek's room.
"If we are going to pull a prank on him, we should start with his laptop," Lydia says, already walking to their Alpha's desk.
They all crowd around Lydia as she sits in Derek's spinny chair, and turns on the laptop.
The pack has never been on Derek's computer, they have barely even been in his room. When Derek is in there or out on business trips, he locks it and the only people who have a key to it, are his family members. The pack believes that he trusts them, but they think he's hiding something.
Before Danny had moved away, he had taught Lydia computer coding because she begged him. Derek, being the cautious person he is, has a passcode, and she spends about 20 minutes decoding it.
As the laptop turns on, the pack sees all of Derek's files. They may or may not be looking for something embarrassing, but then they find a file that says 'Stiles'.
"What the hell is a Stiles?" Jackson asks, raising an eyebrow at the file.
"How the hell should we know? Lydia, click on it," Erica says, poking Lydia's back.
"Okay, stop touching me." Lydia snaps, hitting Erica's hand away.
Lydia double clicks on 'Stiles' and finds a bunch of pictures and videos of this boy.
There was a lot of photos of a boy and they were from every angle, in different clothes, in different settings.
There was one where he was in a leather jacket four sizes too big for him, at a Kwik Trip, looking straight at the camera, and the sun made his eyes light up. Another one, where he was in a purple shirt and boxers, laying on the couch with a comic book in his hand.
"Well, that's definitely not creepy," Boyd says quietly.
Lydia clicks on a picture of the boy to get a closer look at him.
The boy has long brown hair, broad shoulders, he looks about 18, amber colored eyes, and an adorable upturned nose.
In the photo, he is holding onto a 20-year-old looking Derek, which is a little scary because now Derek is 26.
Derek is smiling so brightly, which he never does anymore. Derek hasn't smiled since he turned the pack, and when he does, it's sarcastic. He turned all of them when he was 24, so now all of the pack are 18 years old, and still trying to prank their Alpha. Derek has always been closed off, rarely telling the pack anything about him, so they usually have to ask his family members.
"This is so weird. Is he stalking someone?" Allison asked.
Nobody answers her, only staring at Lydia as she clicks on a video of the boy.
"Stiles! Get down from there!" Derek says, laughing a little. It sounds like he is the one taking the video.
"C'mon Derek, let me have some fun!" Stiles says, dancing on the table while laughing.
The pack hears Cora laughing in the video and they never hear her laugh, unless it's with her family or Jackson.
"Yeah, work it Stiles. Maybe your future kids will see it," Everyone hears Cora say.
Stiles is still dancing, wearing a white t-shirt and underwear. He throws his head back and laughs, making everyone chuckle with him.
The pack feels a little ache near their heart, yet they don't know why.
They all feel confused and a little sad: they were so caught up in their own emotions that they don't even notice Cora walking into the door.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cora screeches a little, lightly jogging over to them. The pack parts like the red sea as Cora slams the laptop closed.
"Who the hell was that?" Jackson asks back, narrowing his eyes at Cora.
Cora grabs her hair and yanks it a little before she says, "That was Stiles."
"Yeah, we kinda got that. What we mean is, 'why does Derek have him on his computer'?" Erica asks, crossing her arms and cocking her hips.
Cora sighs, long and loud, before she says, "That's Derek's fiance."
"Why haven't we heard of or even met him?" Scott asks, looking like a kicked puppy.
"Because he is dead," Cora snaps, narrowing her eyes and grabbing the computer, before walking away.