Author's Note: STEREK FOREVER! Hehehehehe. I have an evil plan for this story. I own nothing.
2. The Farmers Market
Stiles woke up feeling more rested than she had in months. She did a quick count of fingers and toes. Ten each, good. It was an odd quirk she'd developed after the Nogitsune but it helped. She sat up and something fell into her lap. She frowned and looked down. It was a black short sleeve Henley, the kind Derek always wore. Now confused Stiles examined the shirt closer. It seriously looked like it had just been yanked right out of Derek's closet. She pulled it up to her nose and smelled it. Her eyes widened. It was Derek's it smelled just like him. Musky, like the woods after rain and something else. She couldn't put her finger on it but it was nice. It kinda explained why she'd been dreaming about him last night. She blushed bright red and looked around. She frowned again. She remembered calling Derek to let him know that she had figured out the connection between the girls. They'd been talking but she must have fallen asleep. But she distinctly remembered being at her desk. She had no memory of getting into bed. She also didn't remember plugging in her phone but there it sat, fully charged on her bedside table. She checked her phone. It was seven am on a Saturday. She was even up early. She yawned and stretched and made a split-second decision. She had worked out that she'd likely fallen asleep on the phone with Derek who'd gotten worried like the overprotective Alpha he was and come to check up on her. He'd literally tucked her in and that thought made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She got up and changed into some baggy shorts and a new bra wincing as she realized she'd fallen asleep in the bra she'd worn yesterday. Then she slipped on the too large Henley. She smiled as the sleeves fell past her hands. She skipped downstairs. Her dad was making a pot of coffee and looked up at his daughter a smile on her face before he frowned at the shirt she was wearing. He cleared his throat but didn't comment. Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed.
"Stiles you are legally an adult now and I love you but at least promise me you used protection." Stiles blushed bright red.
"DAD!" John Stilinski shook his head raising his hands.
"Look I'm just worried about you, I know you can legally do everything but drink but you're still my baby girl. And you might vouch for him but I'm still not sure I trust that Hale boy." Stiles stammered and stuttered.
"Dad! Derek and I haven't had sex!" John eyed the shirt his daughter was wearing again.
"Sure…" Stiles rolled her eyes.
"I swear dad, Derek and I haven't had sex." He filled in the unspoken yet on his own. He knew his daughter had fallen for the man, he couldn't really blame her. He knew more than the Hale pack gave him credit for. He'd had them figured out of a while now, since before they defeated the thing that had tried to take his daughter away and nearly succeeded. He still didn't know exactly what was going on but he knew that his daughter was in deep, too deep to get out. And the other people who had been in on this from the beginning were Derek Hale and Scott McCall. He trusted Scott, he was a good kid if a bit oblivious. But he wasn't sure about Derek. He'd once arrested the man for murder after all. He still wasn't convinced that he was one hundred percent innocent either but neither was he sure of anything else in this town anymore. He sighed again and hugged his daughter.
"Look whatever's going on I just want you to be safe. I love you kiddo. But seriously remind him I have guns and know how to hide a body without evidence." Stiles laughed and for a moment he saw the light in her eyes sparkle again, a sparkle he hadn't seen in far too long. She was getting better, slowly but surely. And if Derek Hale had a hand in it more power to him, John Stilinski was nothing if not flexible. Stiles hugged him back and grabbed her keys slipping them into the pocket of her shorts. It was finally heading into summer and the annual Beacon Hills Farmers Market was in full swing. Stiles loved the market, her m other had taken her to it for years. She snagged a bag full of bags off of one of the side counters in the kitchen.
"Headed out?" Stiles nodded.
"Yep. We need more veggies and I'm making pies for when we have Isaac's welcome home party." John nodded.
"That's right he and Allison get back tomorrow right?" Stiles nodded and hugged her dad again before heading out to her jeep. She drove away and John smiled to himself. His little girl was growing up.
Stiles hummed to herself as she wandered around the farmers market. She had already filled one bag with veggies and put back in her Jeep. She was searching through fresh baked breads when she heard someone call out her name. She looked up and grinned at the Hale pack. Scott, who had become Derek's second in command, Jackson who wasn't nearly as evil as he had been before he'd been turned into a full wolf, Lydia, her glorious red hair up in a braid. Erica had her blonde hair in flowing curls today and was as usual attached to Boyd's arm. The twins Aiden and Ethan followed behind the rest of the group. The twin Alpha's were still a little wary of their place in Derek's pack because of everything that had happened with the pack they had originally belonged to. Stiles waved before going back to picking out her bread. Scott came up behind her like he usually did to pick her up and hug her but paused his nose twitching. Stiles turned and frowned at the look in her best friend's puppy dog eyes.
"Why do you smell so much like Derek?" Lydia looked up from her phone and a wicked grin lit her face. Erica had a similar smile as Stiles sighed. Aiden laughed out loud as Lydia detached herself from Jackson and circled Stiles like a hawk.
"Does that shirt belong to who I think it belongs to?" Stiles rolled her eyes again, paying for her bread.
"Yes." Erica whooped.
"Finally! They finally had sex! I win the bet!" Stiles whirled the tips of her ears going red.
"We didn't have sex Erica. Also, what bet?!" Erica swore. Boyd chuckled.
"Well that's a bet you've lost Erica. We all knew it would be you who revealed the initial bet. Pay up." Erica swore and pulled out her wallet. She began passing tens and twenties to the other wolves and the Banshee. Lydia grinned as she took forty off of the she wolf and turned back to Stiles.
"So, since the puppies can tell if you're lying and none of them are calling you out, how did you come by this shirt that clearly belongs to our beloved Alpha?" Stiles blushed slightly as she moved on to the next booth, this one sold Honey.
"Honestly? I'm not sure. I called him last night cause I figured out the connection between the girls that have been attacked." Lydia slung an arm around her shoulder.
"Oh? And what's that?" Stiles smiled.
"Fairy tales." Stiles grinned and explained the connection she'd found before continuing.
"And I fell asleep on the phone with Derek, at my desk at around one I think. I woke up this morning in my bed feeling better than I have in nearly a year. And I was holding Derek's shirt. No real clue how it got there but if I had to guess I'd say he came to check on me." Lydia smiled and Erica smirked. Scott looked confused.
"But why though?" Boyd punched Scott in the shoulder lightly.
"You are such a dummy Scott." Jackson laughed lightly.
"And Boyd has spoken for the day." Stiles chuckled. Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"So why did you decide to wear his shirt?" Stiles shrugged.
"It's a social experiment. Plus if he didn't want me to steal his comfy shirt he shouldn't have left it in my room." Erica giggled as Stiles moved from booth to booth buying fresh veggies and other things. She pawned off her bags on the boys while she, Lydia and Erica looked at one of the booths that was selling homemade clothes. Lydia insisted on buying Stiles a cute red skirt. Stiles protested heavily but Lydia insisted that she was going to make the other girl wear it for Isaac's welcome home party. Stiles rolled her eyes.
"I'm telling you Lyds I'm jinxed when it comes to skirts and dresses! The last time I wore one you got bit by Peter and I got kidnapped!" Lydia shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Stiles, buck up. You're wearing the skirt to the party tomorrow." Stiles rolled her eyes but took the skirt muttering under her breath about banshees. Lydia grinned and found a black top that would go well with the skirt. Stiles just rolled her eyes as Lydia played Barbie doll. They were walking back to her car when Stiles looked down at her bags of produce and swore.
"Shit. I forgot apples." Boyd set down the bag he'd been given in the back of Stiles' Jeep.
"We can go back for those." Stiles shook her head smiling at Boyd's suggestion.
"No, I'll get them, last time I sent someone for pie apples Scott came back with Granny Smiths. I need a specific kind. I'll meet you guys at the loft. I'm keeping a bunch of this there, most of it's for the party anyway. Tell Derek I'll be late, gotta drop by my house." She grabbed a basket out of the back of her jeep and raced back off into the farmers market.