Why Stiles Doesn't hate Derek.

(AKA Three Weeks of Penance.)

Chapter One: First Contact

It is only a few days since the weird happenings of the full moon and it's not like Stiles can really remember anything about it. He just has this weird fuzzy feeling that things are about to change.

And that change comes in the form of Derek Hale, Derek Fucking Hale. The Derek Hale that left Stiles just the year before Stiles' mother got the worst. The Derek Hale, the one that disappeared when Stiles could have used his warm comforting body and presence the most. The Derek Hale, whom thinking of still shoots pangs of longing and anger through Stiles' body.

Derek Fucking Hale calls him for no apparent reason after over six years of nothing. And that bastard has the guile to actually call Stiles and ask him for help.

"Raaahhhh! You fucking bastard!" Stiles yells at his pillow before punching it. He looks over at his clock it is 12:30 o' clock on a Wednesday a month or so before school is set to start. He really should have been up before 12 but its summer and fuck it he really doesn't care he is a growing teenager and he needs his beauty rest. How else is he supposed to prepare his body properly for the end of adolescence and his hopefully eventual filling out? Besides his dad is already working so it's not like he is going to be woken up by him and told to do his chores. Not that he doesn't already do all of the house work anyway.

Stiles hasn't had a mother figure since his real mother died. Well… he had Mrs. McCall but that's Scotts mom and she doesn't really count.

Besides he likes doing the house work it gives his ADD hands something to do on the long summer days while he is all alone in his house. It's not like his father ignores him, nor Stiles is completely without friends people like him he just… taxes people. His father is a busy man who works too hard for a police department that shouldn't need all of his effort and definitely doesn't deserve it.

Doing the house works also is a little comfort to his restless mind. It pulls him closer to the few shiny memories he has of his mother. Things like baking on Sundays, cleaning after making dinner, laughing as she wipes assorted white powders (usually but not limited to flower) on his face while they are mixing bowls of desserts and main dishes. Also, He loves cooking. He just likes the fact that he can have real tangible proof that he has at least one redeemable quality that will make him a good husband one day. Ya know the kind that someone will actually want to marry.

But, now isn't the time for him to think about that now he is pissed. Derek Hale just called him and asked him to meet up with him at the café at 5. How the hell was he supposed to be properly prepared for whatever bull shit Derek is gonna pull on him in just four and a half hours?

Honestly there is half an hour for eating at least another for cleansing himself. Several for the brooding he will do with a relatively cheerful face (because, let's be honest his face can't pull off that angry look for shit). And then he will only have like half an hour to get there even though the café is only ten minutes away that only leaves him maybe twenty minutes to properly prepare for whatever fuckery is about to be dropped on his ass.

So Stiles goes downstairs in his boxers and gets out the "Quaker Brown Sugar Oat Squares" from the top of the fridge. Because, no matter what anyone says they are the best cereal to ever exist. And, he can even give them to his dad and not even feel that guilty about it. He eats two bowls today because damn he is nervous about everything that's going to happen, everything that could happen.

He goes upstairs and showers for half an hour and takes way too long to get dressed spending the entirety of everything he does think up ways to explain how mad he is at Derek. And, before he knows it, it's 4:30. He hops in his jeep and goes to the café because really he has done too much today preparing for his meet up with that bastard Derek to back out.

He gets in line and orders a caramel iced coffee extra caramel add whipped cream and a cookie for the short wait before it is ready. He eats the cookie nervously waiting for his drink.

"Ugh, I really shouldn't have gotten here so early there is still twenty minutes until 5." He thinks aloud softly after he gets his drink and goes to turn around and sit down. "But, Derek did always like it when I was early for everything as a kid because when he used to say 3 he meant be there at 2:45 at the latest. And, to be honest it's not likely Derek has changed at all." Stiles thinks resentfully.

When Stiles turns around and sees Derek standing in the middle of the cafes half smiling half wincing at the sight of Stiles he wants to both run and jump into Derek's now sexy massive arms and beat the shit out of him at the same time. And when he says sexy he means it Derek's hotness beats Stiles over the head lick a bag of bricks and his mid goes straight to the gutter before recuperating without even opening his jaw even a little. Because, while even when Derek was a teen he wasn't that awkward looking Stiles never thought that he would look like, well he didn't thing Derek would look like Derek Fucking Hale.

Derek called him over and told him to sit down.

-Exit (refer to chapters three and four of "The Ground is Always Shifting Beneath Him.)-