Stiles' mom had always told him to look for the best in every situation. He couldn't find anything good to come out of her death except for the fact that it brought him and his father closer. She had been bitten my something and the poisons from the creature had filtered into her mind slowly causing it to deteriorate.
Stiles would sit at home every night looking for a reason as to what caused it. He could never pin point the culprit of the bit. He annoyed him to know end that he had no answers to this and no one would tell him. She slowly passed taking over a year to pass. John eventually had to revoke Stiles' computer privileges to stop his son from obsessing over his mother's condition.
His mother passed over two years ago and he still had no answers but that didn't mean he had stopped looking, he just stopped talking to his father about it. John wasn't stupid enough to think his son had given up but he was just happy Stiles' wasn't letting it consume his life anymore. Stiles kept files of research under his bed involving his mother and that was something John didn't know about.
The next big change in Stiles' life came one year, eight month, ten days, and twelve hours after his mother's funeral and it came in the form of an adoption. Isaac Lahey was the kids name and was Stiles age. Ok he was actually five months, two weeks, and sex days younger than Stiles. Isaac's dad had been abusing the poor boy and dude to some late night blood curdling screams the neighbors finally got the police involved. Isaac had no family in the area and was too shy to function in foster care, but he had taken a shine to John, so John brought him home.
It didn't take long for Stiles to start getting a bit over protective of Isaac even going off on his best friend, Scott McCall, for making Isaac cry one time. Accident or not Stiles wasn't going to let anyone hurt his family, new or old members. Stiles though never understood why Isaac got to go stay with the Hale's for three days every month and he had to practical beg to stay over at Scott's on the weekend. A few months after taking Isaac in he was officially a Stiliniski, the adoption from finalized.
A wedding from the next big change in Stiles' life, happening two years, eight months, and six weeks after his mother's funeral. He didn't handle it so well because in his mind he had just found out that his father and Scot's mom were dating. It was a big change for him, for sure, but Isaac and Scott helped him through it.
The wedding was big; he swears most of the town was there. He was his father's best man along with Isaac and Scott. He would glance out over the crowd of people when the wedding march began to play. But he found himself too distracted by the Hale's to even notice how nice Melissa looked. The Hale's and their striking appearances. Stiles knew three of them since there were in his grade at school. But that didn't mean he spoke to them. All dark hair, sharp features, and bright eyes, almost the exact opposite of his love, Lydia, but it was at that moment he realized there was more to crush on than Lydia Martin.
With freshman year on the horizon, his fifteenth birthday just passed, the next big change happened in his life. The Hale Fire. Granted it seems like a Fire at the Hale house would affect Stiles so much but it did when his Dad and Melissa decided to take in the surviving members. It wasn't like there wasn't room in their new house. There was. John and Melissa went all out when picking out a new home after the wedding. It had five bedrooms, a massive living room, a big kitchen, dining room, lots of land near the preserve, and four bathrooms. One bathroom being in the basement his father just finished.
There were three survives of the Hale fire that were actually Hales and one of their cousins. Stiles, Scott, and Isaac stood at the foot of the steps as Melissa announced their father's return with the Hale children. When the door open and Stiles took in all there broken eyes, he didn't feel as bad about having to room with Scott now.
Laura, Derek, and Cora the Hale triplets stood there unsure of what to do with themselves as their cousin Erica shifts into the room seeing Stiles she lowers her eyes. Stiles eyes widen and he moves over and hugs her. Erica was actually Stiles sort of friend in school but he had no idea that she was Hale related.
After a debate on the rooms again, Derek and Isaac were moved into the basement, leaving Scott with Stiles, the Hale sisters together and Erica by herself in the small bedroom. The summer before freshman year was spent trying to get everyone comfortable and settled in and develop some sort of routine amongst them all to help with Stiles ADHD, and Stiles fighting the urge to nag his father about his and Melissa's conversations as to which Hale would inherit the power.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Chapter One—Teenager in Love /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Stiles comes running down the stairs to the basement and Derek grumbles rolling over in the nest he created in his bed, trying to ignore the irritate heartbeat. He could smell Stiles' excitement as it made his already naturally alluring scent even stronger. Derek covers his head and buries his nose in his pillows. It was hard enough being a fifteen year old born wolf, without having to live with someone your wolf clearly wanted. Derek himself had a bit of trouble tolerating Stiles, they fought all the time, may verbal arguments and he is proud to say he has one at least forty percent of them if not more.
Isaac whines as Stiles jumps on his bed plopping on him, chattering away about needing to get up. Derek moves his blanket and peaks out from under the covers with one eye showing, keeping his nose buried. He takes in Stiles' pale skin and dark hair, that hadn't been buzzed since the start of summer so it was growing out a bit. He liked it, made him more attracted to Stiles. Stiles appearance was the one thing he could agree with his wolf on liking. He would after ignore Stiles' mid argument and just follow his lips or the way the speckling of moles moved.
His sisters enjoyed picking on him after their arguments, because they could tell Derek had a crush, he would strictly blame it on his wolf and stalk off after words. They would laugh and tease him with singing tones as he would go and hide in the basement. The one room that rarely reeked of Stiles' scent. Isaac whines again and Derek growls lowly, which was a mistake as he sees Stiles' head snap over and look at him with narrowing eyes.
Isaac was only a pup and he spent a lot of time with the Hales after a rogue Alpha bit him a couple years ago. Derek, like Stiles, was very over protective of him but unlike Stiles Derek's wolf saw Isaac as pack and wanted him to be safe. The fact that there was a change in Isaac's scent leaning more towards scared than annoyed made him growl.
But that growl now had Stiles' big brown eyes locked on the one eye he had showing. Derek quickly covers his head, not even being subtle about the fact that he was watching them.
"Not so fast big guy." Stiles as up and on Derek's bed in seconds. Derek grumbles at the nickname. His natural wolf metabolism made it easy for him to build muscle and maintain a nice form, which Stiles' takes jabs at all the time. He could smell jealousy and something else whenever Stiles' talks about him body.
Isaac uses this as an opportunity to crawl out of bed and grab a t-shirt before heading up the stairs for breakfast. Derek could smell the bacon and pancakes, he knew Isaac as after bacon, had to help eat it all before John could get too many pieces.
"Deeerrrrrrrrrrr…get up Melissa says breakfast is almost done. And this will be our last big breakfast before School starts to get up you big lug." Stiles tries to remove the blankets but Derek holds tight.
"Not hungry." His voice is raspy from not using it. He pushes a blanketed hand into Stiles' chest and shoves him. He hears Stiles go tumbling to the floor. He fights the urge to check on Stiles and chuckles instead.
"That's it…this is war…" Stiles manages to get a corner of the blankets up and crawls underneath f them. Great just what Derek needed Stiles' scent getting all over his bed.
"Stiles get out of my bed." Derek grouses as he feels Stiles hands on his upper arms as Stiles pulls himself up alongside Derek.
"No can't get my hands all over you if I do that." Derek turns his head to Stiles and can see his smirk through the darkness. Stiles grins wickedly and starts tickling Derek.
Derek's eyes go wide and he scoots away and up against the wall his bed is against. Stiles follows his ticking him chanting for his to get up. Little did Stiles' know Derek as getting up just not in the way Stiles' meant. Derek growls but that only spurs Stiles' on, occasionally his tickles feeling more like caresses over certain muscles of Derek's shirtless torso.
Derek eventually bites on his lower lip and grabs Stiles by the wrists. He pins Stiles underneath over him and holds his hands above his head. Stiles' gasps and lets out a different breathy sound as his scent changed into one Derek over really ever noticed at school when Stiles was near Lydia. Derek buries his nose in Stiles' neck and inhales deeply, pressing his body along Stiles'. He licks along the side of Stiles neck and it causes the scent to spike.
Derek finally identifies the scent as arousal and he licks again like he can taste the scent of Stiles' skin. Stiles' wiggles under him and his hard on brushes Derek's. Derek moves his head back in a bit of shock causing the blankets to fall away. They both blink a couple times getting used to the light.
"You're hard."
"Duh Derek…I have a you one top of me. Only an idiot wouldn't even be slightly turned on. But not to burst your bubble Der, but you're hard too."
"I know…but I'm not Lydia."
"What's Lydia have to do with this….Oh...Oh!" If his hands where free he knew Stiles would be slapping him in the shoulders. "Derek I am not solely attracted to Lydia. She is just my idea woman. She's not my ideal man."
Derek reverts to the silence choosing instead to talk with his eyebrows. Derek quirks a questioning brow. Stiles rolls his eyes and wiggles under him again.
"When did you get so strong?" Derek furrows his brow and Stiles sighs. "I'm bisexual Derek. My dad, Scott, Isaac, and Melissa know. I was kind afraid to tell you. Since you give off the alpha male persona." Derek's brows furrow more. "What? I didn't make to get beat uuu…."
Derek leans down and presses his lips to Stiles'. It firm and he takes Stiles' lip between him and turns his head. His chest moves with laugher as Stiles gasps. Derek was just about to work his tongue into Stiles' mouth when they both hear the basement door open. Derek pulls back and moves away as Melissa steps down a couple steps.
"Boys come on breakfast is getting cold." She moves back up the stairs. Both boys lay there taking in deep breathes. Stiles speechlessly gets up out of the bed adjusts himself and walks to the steps.
"You heard her…" Stiles looks over her shoulder with a slight smirk. "Come and get it."
Stiles' bolts up the steps and Derek rolls over almost screaming into his pillow that smelt of Stiles. He slams his head down into it. What was he doing? Stiles still had no idea about the mystical forces in Beacon Hills. He was going to have to wait for Stiles' to find out or John to tell him. Derek wasn't ever going to tell him because John made his promise not to. But it was getting harder to keep it from Stiles considering how much he wanted to be with him, even if he was annoying.