Stiles practically dragged Derek with him to the library after they got something to eat at a local diner. Derek didn't want to go to the diner, he just wanted to go back to Stiles house and, what Stiles assumed, to brood. He wasn't having any of what Derek threatened, so now they were in the forklore section of an old bookstore in Beacon Hills. The shelves where almost to the roof of the store, and the store was just wall to wall bookshelves. Stiles rummaged threw the book spinces, filled threw some of them to see if they had anything useful.
The books really don't say anything about faeries making people younger. Stiles kept reading one old bound book in hopes to find something but was stopped after feeling hot breath on his neck. He gulped as his dick started to twitch. Think about grandma's in thongs, grandma's in thongs. Stiles chanted in his head, and turned to Derek with a what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-doing look. "Why are you breathing on my neck? Do you really not know what personal space is?"
"What's personal space?" Derek's face didn't give any kind of joking around, it was just seriousness. Stiles just shook his head, and told Derek to back off as he read. Stiles needed this thing with Derek to be over, so he could have some alone time. Even though, Stiles was around people almost 24/7 doesn't mean he wants to have a bed partner everyday. Life sure sucked for him this time. After another ten minutes, Stiles found something that could be useful. "What do you find?"
"It says here.. 'If faeries were to cast a spell on you, you are bound to that spell until it gets what it wants.' Which I think it means you're stuck in that body until the faerie gets what she wants." Stiles nodded as he realized they need to hunt down the faeire who did this to see what exactly what it wants. Derek looked down at his shoes, and Stiles narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He felt like he knew what happened with the faerie before Derek could tell him. "I can't believe this. We found something to only learn the person who can reverse it is dead! Great, just great! I really applaud your people skills, Derek. Ten out of ten."
"What was I suppose to do?" Derek snarled back as Stiles stomped out of the book shop to his Jeep. Stiles whipped to face Derek, and threw up his hands in the air. "I don't know, Derek. There is a thing called communication! Haven't you heard about it? I know it might not be in your shortened vocabulary but you can at least try it one day." Stiles shook his head before stomping to the drivers side. Finally got a lead but can't do that now since the faerie is dead. No thanks to Derek.
Stiles drove off as Derek closed the door when he got into the Jeep. Stiles needed to talk to Deaton about this but not over the phone. It was a very tense atmosphere in the Jeep between the two. Stiles not making any motive to start a conversation with Derek after what he just learned. I mean, does Derek not have any commincation skills? Stiles just shook his head as they pulled into the Animal Clinic's parking lot.
Stiles rang the bell on the counter mulitple times just to piss Derek off. Derek growled behind Stiles back, aware of what Stiles was obviously doing to annoy him. Deaton came out from the back, and Stiles stopped ringing the bell. Deaton sighed before nodding to the back. Stiles and Derek followed Deaton to the back of the vet clinic. Deaton sat down on a stool, Derek leaned against the wall and Stiles just stood there. "I have called my trusted resources, and they all said that they'll call me back within this week. I don't know what to tell you boys. I don't know much about this like I said before."
"I found something that could of have been useful." Stiles rolled his eyes before glancing at Derek with a glare. He turned his attention to Deaton, who looked curious. "I read a book in the bookstore saying that if a faerie were to cast a spell on you, the faerie has to get what they want first but that plan can't happen now because of Mr. No Commincation Skills over there."
Deaton raised his brows at Derek, who still had a scowl plastered on his face. "What happened?" Deaton was still looking at Derek with a curious face, Stiles wondered if he secretly knew. He knew Deaton was kind of weird like that since they met him. Derek looked relacneted to tell Deaton what happened. "She was on my property, and I told her to get off before I call the cops. She just laughed at me before closing her eyes and chanting in a different language then she mocked me saying that hopefully I liked being young. Then I killed her with my sharp claws. That's it."
"As you can tell, he has no commincation skills." Stiles just shook his head, frustrated with all of this. Deaton dismissed them without a word, and Stiles had no clue what to do now. Deaton stopped them before they left, and smiled at them kindly. "Since I know Derek can't stay at your house all day. I know the prinicbal and the secretary. Derek, your going to be going to school while you are in this body. You start Monday. By the way, your last name is Deaton."
Derek's anger was rolling off of him at this point that even Stiles felt it. Stiles shuddered as he grabbed Derek's arm and dragged him out of the clinic. He couldn't deal with this. He had to have a bed partner, now he couldn't go to school without having Derek there. He sighed before getting back into his Jeep. He looked over to Derek and sighed. His anger really wasn't fair to Derek at all. Derek was de-aged, and couldn't be helped getting stuck with Stiles. No one wanted to be stuck with Stiles, who was he kidding? "School's no big deal, you'll be fine. I mean, you did do this once before, right? Can't you just do it again? It's easy as pie if you keep up with the load. I guess-"
"Whatever." Derek just stared out the window as Stiles drove home. Stiles didn't understand Derek at all. One minute he's angry, the next he's broody. You can't seem to win with Derek Hale at all.
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? I know that you become de-aged and stuff but holy hell, you're one rollercoaster of mixed emotions. Even I can't keep up with you. You're broody one minute, angry the next and then you don't care!" Stiles lets out a frustrated sigh. Derek just looks at him, and doesn't reply. He knew this was going to be a chalenge to talk to Derek. He didn't know how hard it was. "So your not going to reply? Very mature of you, Derek. I understand this whole brooding, permanent scowl thing you've got going on, I do but it's just so much to deal with when I'm with you 24/7 now. Can you, you know, loosen the hell up? Because it's not fun hanging out with someone who broods."
Derek didn't answer him at all, which Stiles just shakes his head at. Stiles didn't know what to do, and it made him feel useless.
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It was night time as Stiles got ready for bed, so did Derek. They haven't spoken a word since the Jeep conversation and Stiles was kinda glad for that. He just didn't know what to say anymore which seemed highly unlikely for him but he doesn't know. He walked into the bedroom to see Derek sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Stiles asked what was wrong which only got a scoff from Derek. "What do you think is wrong? I'm in my younger self's body, I can't take charge with my pack and I have to go to school which I finished along time ago. I'm sorry if I'm a bit tempered lately."
"Whoa, calm down. I told you I understood the whole thing. Derek, we'll find a way to get you back into your much older self then we can live happily ever after. Until then, you're going to be a normal teenager. Just like Scott and I, okay?" Stiles sat down next to Derek, and thought about putting his hand on Derek's shoulder but hesitates. After a few seconds he just decides to place his hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek didn't threaten or do anything when Stiles placed his hand on his shoulder. Stiles was shocked, even questioning that if this was Derek Hale for a moment. "We'll figure it out. This was only the second day, I mean, this will obviously take time and we don't have to stress this out. We can just take it step by step."
"I guess." Derek sighed, and Stiles took that as a win since Derek could've replied with no words at all. Stiles jumped when his phone started to blare All Time Low's 'Damned is I do (Damned if I don't)' meaning someone was calling him. He looked at the caller ID to see it was Scott. He automatically pressed accept. "Scott? What's up?"
"Nothing much. Hey, did you find about thing about the Derek problem?" Stiles rolled his eyes at the term faerie. He really couldn't believe that they were actually real. He wonders if they actually have wings- He shook his head, realizing he needs to pay attention since his attention span is like a attention span of a two year old. Stiles sighed. "It's not a problem, Scott. It's a more of a extended situation as I like to put it, and nope, not a thing. I mean, who really believes that faeries exist? I didn't want to go ask the bookstore cashier girl for faerie spellbooks, I would look out of my mind loony."
"I get it, Stiles. We'll figure something else out, I guess." Scott sighed as he said he had to go see Allison. Stiles made sure Scott hung up before throwing his phone away from him on the computer desk. Derek seemed to already be in bed on his own side, which Stiles cheered in his head that he still got the right side. Stiles-1 World-0
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