Derek and Cora had left Beacon Hills about a week ago. So far, nothing bad had happened and it all seemed to be smooth sailing. Which was something Derek severely needed. However, before Derek could take Cora back to South America, there was one place that Derek thought she should at least see before heading below the equator. It was New York, the second home for Derek and Laura after the Hale fire. It brought some of the memories Derek had of Laura, but it was all bittersweet. His real home was waiting for him back in Beacon Hills.

Cora took a liking to the apartment that he and Laura stayed in instantly and made the decision of staying in the city. The bright side of the whole situation was that Derek and the Alpha of the Brooklyn New York Pack were on good terms and the Alpha quickly agreed to offer Cora the protection of the pack, Peter was a different story. Derek assured the Alpha that Peter was just staying temporarily like he was, but the Alpha still seemed uncertain about him, not that Derek could blame them. He didn't trust Peter himself.

Derek had been at the apartment all day. Peter and Cora were doing God knows what, he wasn't much for going on and having to relive the horrors of sidewalk etiquette that New York had to offer. So instead, he thought he would attempt to reach out to Stiles. They had been in touch since the moment he left Beacon Hills, but he still missed her. After all, she was his mate and understood that Derek and Cora (Peter appeared out of nowhere) needed to make up for the lost time. He didn't know how long it would take, but Stiles was pretty adamant on him taking his time...considering how her father, the Sheriff, was now in the know of the whole Supernatural deal. He was willing to beat the Sheriff still wanted to shoot him at some point.

Before Derek even had a chance to even attempt a chance to reach out the living room, where he occupied suddenly filled-up with purple smoke. In an instant, he already and teeth and claws out ready for an attack. The smoke didn't seem to have an affect on him, but he did pick-up another scent in the room with him. Just as quickly as it had appeared it quickly disappeared and left someone in the middle of the room in a coughing fit. His first instinct was to attack them on sight, but he quickly realized that the person smelled human.

"Oh God," A familiar voice filled the room, "That was so much cooler than I expected. Could've done without the smoke though." The person's back was towards him and they looked around the room completely unaware his presence. "Huh? I could've swore that he would be-" As the person turned out they found themselves face to face with Derek. "Oh look, it's the big bad wolf."

"What are you doing here?" Was the first thing Derek asks as he shifted back to his human form, he tried his best to keep the surprise out of his voice, but one look from them made it clear that he had obviously failed.

"Well," Stiles says with a smirk on her face, finally over her coughing fit. "I'm visiting this guy who left home about a week ago. Haven't seen him since, but we have been keeping in touch, but I thought that maybe I should surprise him with a visit." She steps closer to him, "After all we are soul-bonded."

Derek took a slow step towards her, not exactly trusting what he was seeing before his eyes. "That doesn't explain how you are actually here and not in Beacon Hills." Derek tells her once he got close enough, "Which is across the country."

She was actually here. Her scent was different, but she was definitely standing in the very apartment with him in Brooklyn, New York. Thousands of miles away from Beacon Hills. How was it even possible?

"Well, let's just say I had a little help from the good old Doctor."

"Doctor Who?"

Stiles broke into a laugh, "You know, I'm not sure if you're trying to make a joke there somewhere," Stiles takes a hold of his hand and looks at him with a playful glance, "Are you going to continue gawking at me or are you going to kiss me?"

Without hesitation, Derek immediately wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled her into a long kiss. A kiss that held everything he had been feeling for the past week since he left. Through the bond he could feel emotion of happiness running through Stiles as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Happiness wasn't the only emotion he could feel coming from her. There was even a wave of something that felt safe and homey. Something like love.

"You really are here." Derek says in hushed breath and took a step back, which caused him to get a confused look from Stiles, "Did something happened at Beacon Hills?"

"What?," Stiles says with a laugh, "No, Deaton and I-"

"Deaton?"

"He suggested I come see you," Stiles tells him offhandedly, "Says it's not good for you to be without your mate sometimes. Like it upsets your wolf and the instinct to be near is overwhelming."

Derek knew that much was true. He had been restless for the past couple of days. Actually it was more like the moment he kissed her goodbye and began driving down the road. "I wanted to make sure Cora had a safe place. She couldn't handle being back in Beacon Hills." Derek tells her starting to feel guilty again.

"Hey," Stiles places a hand on his cheek, "I understand. I already told you that." She gives him a small smile. "Besides everything is fine there. No immediate danger so take all the time you need," there's a smile on her face, "Besides, I'll just kick some major ass with my bat, since apparently I can't go into survival mode and use my spark, unless my mate or the pack is in danger."

"So, you're still defenseless."

"Hey, Isaac and Scott are still here," She reminds him, "And I have been practicing on my swinging." Stiles says defensively.

"How did you know exactlywhere I was?"

Stiles gave him a smile, "The bond, makes a good tracking device. Now if you don't have any more questions I want to see the great state of New York with the man I love."

"Does your Dad know you're here?" Derek asks Stiles. Which really should have been the first question he asked earlier that day. They were walking hand in hand at the Central Park. The train ride was a bit unpleasant due to the horrible smells that were like an assault on Derek's sense of smell, but it was nothing compared to Stiles' boat sickness on the way to the Upper East Side. They both agreed that they were taking a taxi on the way back home.

Derek noticed that Stiles avoided eye contact, when he asked the question, "He has no idea, does he?"

"Scott's covering me," Stiles reveals to him, "He's still trying to wrap his mind on the whole Supernatural thing, ya know?"

"As long as I don't become a fugitive of the state." Derek mutters to himself.

"That was one time!"

Derek pulls them to a stop and wraps his arms around her. He could feel people were staring, but for once he didn't care. "And I would rather not have another arrest because of you." He informs her with a smile.

"In my defense, Scott and I didn't know what the hell we were doing and we thought you killed-" Stiles stops realizing what she was about to say. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking." She declares quickly. "You know how I lack the brain to mouth filter."

"It's okay." Derek tells her as they continue to walk. In the the little lake close to the sidewalk they watched a family of ducks. It reminded him the time when he and Laura came and the ducks wouldn't leave them alone, due to the fact that they had bread. Clearly, the ducks were so tamed in the park, they didn't have trouble walking up the patrons of the park.

"You know, I never had a hot dog from a hot dog stand," Stiles tells him breaking the silence. "Then again they are just as bad as the packaged ones that you get from the store."

"You want one." Derek didn't ask, he could tell. In fact, Stiles has been hungry for the past hour and still didn't say anything. It mixed up with her scent, which still had't returned to normal.

"Nah, I'm good." Lie. He can hear the tick in her heart and everything.

"Why are you lying right now."

"I'm not."

"Stiles..."

"Fine fine," Stiles caves, "But could we not with a street hot dog? I've been feeling shitty ever since I got teleported here."

"That is not a meal." Derek tells Stiles the moment their waiter is gone. He had taken her to a place called "Shake Shack", well known for their delicious milkshakes. It was in walking distance of the Central Park, but that didn't make the walk exactly pleasant. Stiles nearly got hit by a car on the way and Derek was beginning to think that maybe they really should've just staying at the apartment.

"Deaton advised me not to eat anything solid for a couple of hours," She claims, "Besides you wouldn't shut up about how good their milkshakes are. So I figured for once I should actually listen to you." He sees the smirk on her face.

"Yeah, well you being hungry doesn't make you smell good." Derek retorts.

"Are you saying I stink?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Before Stiles has a chance to make a remark on the insult, their food comes. Well, Stiles' shake and Derek burger. They ate in silence for a moment, but Derek couldn't help, but notice that Stiles was glaring at him, but it was like she wasn't even there.

"Stiles?" He didn't even get a response. She just kept drinking and staring right at him. "Stiles." He reaches over and touches her, which seems to snap her out of her daze. The smell was back only it was off. "Are you alright?" He asks her once, it seemed that she was aware of her surroundings.

"Yeah," Stiles says, which he didn't hear a lie this time, but something about the way she smelled was off, "I was just resting my eyes." She takes a sip of her shake and notices the weird look she was getting from him. "What?"

"Your eyes weren't closed." And that is when he smells the fear on her. Then he noticed something else. He could only smell her, not feel her. "You're blocking me out."

"No, I'm not." She counters and shows him the arrowhead. "See it's on." But Derek didn't buy it. She may have been wearing the necklace, but something was off. That's when he notices how Stiles begins to avoid making eye contact with him.

"There's something you're not telling me." He realizes.

"Derek-"

"Something is wrong, isn't there?" He presses. He can now hear her heart-rate beat faster as she opens her mouth, Derek silences her with a finger, "Don't lie to me. I can see it on your face."

"I was going to wait till we got back to the apartment." The next thing Derek does is demand the check from a waiter that isn't theirs.

"You what!?" Derek roars in an outrage. They were back at the apartment, thanks to an unpleasant cab ride back to Brooklyn. They both sat quietly on the couch, while Stiles didn't even bothering to look at Derek.

"The night after the hospital; Scott, Allison, and I died." She tells him, "We did it to find our parents. To find the Nemeton. Only we were under a lot longer than we needed to be. Scott and Allison seem to be fine, but-"

"You just can't tell if you're awake or not." He realizes, "I should've been there."

"Derek, Cora's life was in danger," Stiles tells him, "I couldn't just let you leave her. Isaac was there."

"Look, how well that turned out." He grits getting up.

"I knew the risk," Stiles reminds him following behind him, "Just like you knew the risk when you gave up your Alpha status to save Cora."

Derek thinks about the statement for a minute. If what Stiles is saying is true, she needed him, but she was being stubborn again. He knew Cora would understand, "Stiles I'm coming home." He decides.

"No," Stiles says quickly, catching him off guard, "I'm handling it."

"Handling it doesn't require you having Deaton teach you how to block me out." He grits.

"Derek-"

"No, Stiles you don't understand," He cuts her off, "That first time you blocked me unknowingly was when Gerard had you." He turns to face her, "And I couldn't find you, while he hurt you. And now that you know how it makes it worse. So just don't."

"Okay," She tells him softly, "But you just found your sister and you both have a lot to catching up to do. I couldn't have you feel me feeling freaked out, but I won't do it again. Stay here and let me handle this human problem I'm having."

Derek looks her over, there wasn't a lie in her voice and her scent seemed to have returned to normal. "Okay, but the moment you think you can't do it, let me know." Stiles quickly nodded her head. Derek took hold of her face, making her look right at him. "I mean it." He tells her with a flash of his eyes.

"I promise, okay?" She says, in response he pulls her into a kiss.

So I'm not sure how many chapters I'll do, but I will say I plan on maybe three more so yeah, this should be done by next week :). Next chapter Monday!