Stiles knew when Deaton, the local 'vet', called him to come over to the clinic ASAP, he knew something was wrong but he didn't know how awfully weird it was. He gulped as he stared at the person next to Deaton. Derek Hale was usually six foot three, broody and had a permanent scowl on his face ever since Stiles has met him. Derek was also really built physically, which Derek mainly used to slam Stiles into various things. Now, Stiles was looking at a much, much younger looking Derek Hale. "Um, not to ask any stupid questions or anything like that but what happened with Derek?"

"It seems like Mr. Hale here decided to play around with some faeries, who later turned him into a seventeen year old again." Deaton nodded before scratching his neck. Derek just leaned against a table with his arms crossed, brooding as ever. Stiles looked Derek up and down. Derek's hair was now down across his forehead, not gelled back. His body was still kinda built with a wide chest, and he still had that permanent scowl on his younger looking face. Deaton sighed before grabbing a seat, and sitting in it. Stiles leaned against a wall waiting for how he played a role in this because Deaton was the one who called him for a purpose that he has not disclosed on quite just yet. "I don't know how to reverse this but I will be making some calls to a few trusted people. Since Derek can't obviously stay with his pack because he's going to be needing training with his new younger body, and he probably doesn't want to get teased. I've already called your dad, and he said it's fine for Derek to stay over for a couple of days."

"He said what? Are you sure Derek can't stay with his pack? I mean, it's not like they're going to make fun of him or anything. Who would want their throat ripped out? Not anyone of them." Stiles was freaking out about this, flailing his arms all over the place. He was not okay with this. What if he didn't want to house Derek? No one asked him, they just went straight to his dad. Which he thanked his dad sarcastically in his head for letting Derek stay. Stiles sighed as he looked at Derek and Deaton. He breathed to calm down. "Yeah, whatever. Can we go now? I need to get up early tomorrow."

"That's fine. When I know something, I'll contact you guys. So I'll see you then. Have a goodnight." Deaton smiled as he pushed off his chair then guiding Derek out the door behind Stiles, who didn't wait for Derek. Stiles was already nervous and awkward about this situation. He had to live with Derek for how long in the same room as him. It was going to be disastrous for him since he finds Derek really attractive, now in both younger and older looks. Stiles was royally screwed as he got into the drivers side of his Jeep. He waited as Derek jumped into the passenger seat. "The Stiles mobile is off!"

Stiles drove away from the animal clinic to his house. He was still freaking out that Derek was riding with him as his younger self. Also, faries are real? Who knew! Stiles pulls up in his driveway to see his dad's cruiser wasn't there so he must of have been working late tonight in the Sheriff's office. Stiles climbed out of the most awkwardest car ride home ever in history and closed the door behind him. Derek hasn't said a tiny word to him or Deaton when he arrived there. He wondered if Derek was becoming a mute.

Stiles unlocked his front door to walk in, and throw his shoes off. Derek did the same after closing the front door behind him. Stiles went into the kitchen to see it was only about seven at night, and thought he should really eat something before doing some research on faerie magic. He looked behind him to ask Derek if he wanted something to eat. Derek was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, awkwardly as hell. Something Stiles never seen before on Derek. He never imagined Derek to be awkward, he just saw him as intimidating. Stiles sighed before looking back into the fridge. "Do you want anything to eat? Dad actually stocked the fridge with stuff. We have lettuce, lunch meats, and um, chicken. Oh! Boxed pepperoni pizza!"

"I'm not that hungry." Derek's younger voice almost made Stiles want to laugh. It doesn't even sound like Derek hit puberty yet. Stiles was curious, so he straight out asked what Derek's age was. He closed the fridge door before turning to Derek, who still looked awkward. Derek sighed before looking at Stiles. "Eighteen." Stiles snorted at this information which made Derek glare, and growl at him. "What was that mean?"

"Nothing, just nothing. It just sounds like your voice hasn't hit puberty yet." Stiles shrugged as he got a growl back from Derek, indication he should just shut up. Stiles nodded before heading past Derek in a quick motion so he wasn't going to get slammed against a wall. He made his way upstairs with Derek in tow to his bedroom. Stiles slipped into his computer chair, and started to search up stuff about faeries. The faster he gets Derek out of here, the better. "Hmm, let's see.."

"It doesn't say much here. This is just gibberish." Derek groaned as they scrolled down some page of information. Basically it mostly read that faeries get poisoned by iron, and some special herbs then most of the other stuff was about folklore and where they were founded. Nothing about spells, or anything that could relate to Derek's situation. Stiles just shuts off the computer after another hour of researching to come up with nothing still. Stiles looked at the clock to see it was ten at night. "This is bullshit."

"You're life is just one big old nightmare, isn't it? Like everything just happens to fall on you. How did you even manage to get on the faeries nerve?"

"I told her to get off my property." Derek shrugged as it was no big deal, and Stiles just shook his head saying "Of course, you'd say something like that to a faerie and get fucked up after." He went to his closet to pull out a pair of pajamas for each of them. He threw the clothes at Derek before heading to the bathroom to get changed. As Stiles closed the door, and started to change into his bedtime clothes, he wondered how awkward tonight will be with Derek. Derek probably knows with his werewolf sniffy senses that Stiles found him attractive. Which makes Stiles probably feel more weird sharing a bed with him, and that he might get morning wood and can't treat it because he's sharing a room with Derek freaking hale. "I'm doomed, Stiles. DOOMED."

Stiles shook his head, not believing this was happening. Out of all the pack members, Stiles had to be the one who had to babysit Derek. Why couldn't Isaac do it? He'll probably be glad that someone finally wanted to be around him, even though Derek was still Derek. He walked out of the bedroom with his day clothes in one hand back to his room where he found Derek in his clothes. Derek was a bit toned then Stiles in his younger self so he fit the clothes better than Stiles, who was mostly lanky and bones. "Hopefully you are not a bed hog like Scott is because that would be so annoying. Do you realize everytime that Scott sleepsover, I mostly end up on the floor? Well, let's not do that to poor Stiles back and share the bed evenly. Caphe?"

"Yeah." Derek nodded before going over to Stiles bed that was pushed to the corner of his room. Derek claimed the wall spot, and Stiles cheered in his head because the right side was always his side of the bed. Even when Scott was around. Stiles hadn't had any girls in his room so he couldn't say anything about that. He scooted into the bed after Derek, and claimed his right side of the bed. He pulled the heavy comforter over himself, and looked over to see Derek has done the same. Stiles whispered an awkward goodnight, and Derek just gave a stoic goodnight back.

Stiles couldn't sleep, not a wink for about an hour and a half. His body was on high alert from the body laying next to his. Stiles started to think of how attractive Derek was in his younger days. He had a smooth face without the stubble. Eyes that looked too inocent for someone like him, and he wasn't even that tall to look intimdating. He also looked like nothing evil could touch him but Stiles knew better on that one. Stiles wanted to turn on his right side but didn't want to look at Derek.

If this was just one night, how could Stiles handle even a week with Derek? He was so screwed.

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Waking up wasn't something Stiles favoured, he just wanted to sleep forever but someone was shaking horribly awake. He groaned to that person to go away and never come back. Ever. But the person kept shaking him over and over. Stiles groaned before turning on his back, and opening his eyes to the culprit who was shaking him violently. It was Derek, and Stiles just wanted to throttle him to the next year. "Why did you wake me up so early? Is someone dying?"

"No?" Derek looked at Stiles like he was someone else, and Stiles groaned before laying on his left again. Stiles mumbled to wake him up at three, and not to disturb him. Stiles didn't get much sleep last night, so how many more minutes he could grap was good for him. Derek growled behind his back, and knew that he was suppose to be terrified but Stiles was just so tired, he just didn't care. "Stiles. Get up now before I rip your throat out with my teeth."

"You realize with that voice and face, you aren't as intimidating as you were in your older body." Stiles stumbled from the bed as he got a roar in reply. Stiles nodded as he quickly got dressed, and threw some clothes to Derek to wear for today. After Stiles slid his red hoodie on his batman shirt, he turned to see Derek looking over his comic selection and raised a brow. "You like comics?"

"Yeah. I had a collection of them, just like yours. Well, mostly like yours but they didn't survive the fire." Derek sighed as he placed the comic down on the shelf and looked longingly at it. Stiles felt sad about what happened to Derek's family. His dad was only a Deputy at that time was at the Hale house when ti caught fire. He wasn't in the house but he was called to it when someone rang in that someone let fire to it. It had all his family in it except Derek and Laura. Peter survived but who cares about that psycho uncle? "We should go see Scott."

"You know if, you, um, want to borrow any comics one day, you can?" Stiles felt awkward trying to be friendly to a man who has threatened, slammed against walls, and never said thanks to him for all his time knowing him. Derek looked at him with a small, sad smile and nodded. Stiles just nodded back, and suggested they get to Scott now or else Stiles wasn't going to leave the house.

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"Faeries? Faeries are real?" Scott looked at them like they spouted three hands, and they were green. Stiles nodded saying he couldn't believe it himself but apparently faeries were a real god damn thing. Scott just ran his fingers through his tousled hair since he just got up from sleeping in which Stiles was jealous of. "So what are we going to do about this? Where is Derek going to be staying?"

"Well, Deaton is calling everyone he knows so that's a upside and Derek here is staying in the awesome Stilinski house." Stiles gave a nod to Scott, who just nodded back in recognition. Scott didn't say anything else, and of course, Derek hadn't said anything like usual. Did he like being mute or did he just suddenly get his voice taken away? Stiles just didn't care anymore. Stiles sighed as he started to talk again. "We did some research about faeries last night which sounds weird to even say out loud but there really wasn't anything there but how to poison them with iron."

"So we have nothing? That's great." Scott huffed out a breath, not knowing what to do. Stiles, first in his lifetime, didn't know what to say or suggest or even make a joke about. Scott started to talk again. "I guess we can talk to Allison's dad and see if he knows anything?"

"No." Derek right off the bat replied to Scott, and Stiles just groaned. They were going nowhere real fast and that meant Derek will still be in his younger body taunting Stiles for aslong as whenever that is. Scott glowered at Derek asking him why not to ask for Argents help. Derek rolled his eyes like it wasn't obvious. "He's a hunter. Point blank."

"He's helped us before, hasn't he?" Scott raised his eyebrows at Derek, who shook his head at Scott. Stiles agreed with Scott saying that it would be best since Chris probably knew a lot more stuff than the internet. Derek just threatened to throw Stiles out a window which made Stiles 100% safe to go home with him later. "About this, if Deaton doesn't find anything.. We go to Chris? If Deaton finds something then that's better."

"Fine but I won't like it." Derek glared with his brooding face at Scott. Scott replied to Derek with "That's all I ask for."

"Now that we got that settled, can we go eat now? I'm starving!" Stiles got up from his chair and was out the door before someone could say "yes"

basically I don't know if I'm going to carry on with this because I love de-aged Derek, and I think this would be a good plot that I have in my head, so tell me if you think I should carry on or yeah