Hi!
This is my first Derek/Stiles fic, it is a WIP and will have quite a few chapters.
Unfortunately, I don't own Teen Wolf. If i did, Scott would be a much better friend and Derek/Stiles would be canon.
Summer was turning out to be a quiet affair in Beacon Hills, California. Fewer tourist seemed to stop by with each passing year and more local families seemed to travel to larger cities. At the Hale house, Maggie Hale enjoyed the cool breeze that passed her way. Everyone had run off for fun summer adventures. 'Well, almost everyone.' Maggie thought with a smile as she patted her rounded belly. Baby Hale number four was well on his way. As she turned the page of her Agatha Christie novel, she heard her oldest son came rushing through the woods.
"Mama! Mama, the most wonderfulest thing happened today." Derek cried, flinging himself into his mother's arms.
"Oh, yes?" She wrapped her long arms around his lean body. At seven, Derek was already beginning to lose his cherubic features. In a few years, he would be all angles, just like his father.
He graced her with a wide grin. "Yes! I met my mate. His name is Stiles and I love him."
Maggie's arms slackened slightly. "What?" she asked, incredulous.
"I was at the playground with Laura and Lydia and Danny. Danny and I wanted to play pirates but Laura and Lydia wanted to play on the dumb swings. Anyway, this kid showed up with his dad. Danny said he was a baby but I thought he looked pretty and he smelled pretty too. We made sandcastles and I asked him to marry me. He said he had to ask his dad first."
Maggie felt a stone of dread sink in her stomach. "Why do you think he's your mate?"
"Daddy said our mates would smell like the bestest things on the whole planet. Stiles smelled like chocolate chip cookies, and crinkled leaves, and and Crayola crayons but the 72 pack, not the 24 one."
"That sounds…" frightening, worrying, "wonderful, my darling. What did you say your love's name was?"
"I couldn't pronounce it. Stiliski? Stillis? Gosh, Mama, I don't know. I just called him Stiles."
"How can this be, Maggie? Derek is much too young to have found his mate." John Hale looked at his wife in anguish. "A bonding this early in life could cripple both of them. What did you say the kid's name was?"
"From what Derek told me, I think it is the Stilinski child." Maggie replied softly.
"The Sheriff's son? Christ."
"Would it really be so bad?'" She asked. "They are young, yes. But they can be taught-taught to control this."
John shook his head. "The emotions are too intense. The would burn each other out."
"What do we do?"
"Tell no one. We cannot tell anyone, not even the family, about Derek's mate. And we have to get the Stilinskis out of Beacon Hills."
"That could be arranged." Shame rushed through her as the next words left her lips, "The Sheriff's wife died a few months back. Perhaps it could be suggested that the best thing for him and the child is to leave. Start afresh."
Derek watched sadly as the love of his life was strapped into his car seat. "Mama."
Derek's voice was watery and it broke Maggie's heart. "Yes, love?"
"I'll never be happy again." Derek miserably kicked a stone and watched it skip across the street.
"Why don't we go say bye real quick?" She grabbed her son's hand and walked over to the powder blue jeep.
The Sheriff's head shot up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The sight that found his shocked his slightly. Maggie Hale, the pregnant matriarch of the reclusive Hale family. At her side was a dark, solemn yet familiar child. Had the situation been different, the Sheriff might've laughed at the unlikeliness. The Hale family was nice enough, but they weren't known to voluntarily socialize with anyone. "How can I help you folks?"
"Hi there. Derek just wanted to say goodbye to his little friend. " At those words, Derek set of towards the passenger side of the Jeep. He stood on tip-toes to reach the window.
"Hi Stiles." Derek whispered reverently
The four year old popped his thumb out of his mouth. He stared at the boy with wild black hair and sad hazel eyes and remembered his big friend from the park. "Hi Derek."
"I know we're only little and you're a lot littler than me, but I really love you. So when you come back, we can get married."
"But what if I don't come back? What if I go away forever and ever? Like mommy?"
"That won't happen. It's not essposed to anyway. When we're both big, you can come back. Then we can get married at the movies."
"Or the park? By the sandbox?"
Derek leaned up a little more to smack a kiss on Stiles cheek. "We can get married wherever you want, as long as you come back."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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