I know, it's a little short, but hopefully the next chapter will be a bit longer. Also, I wanted to say thank you for the amazing reviews I got from y'all! They help me come up with ideas faster and faster! Please keep it up! Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Teen Wolf.
Stiles had come inside after 20 minutes and started to clean the kitchen. No matter what Derek would do or say, he couldn't get him to stop cleaning the damn kitchen. So after dealing with it for nearly two hours, Derek pleaded with him to stop.
"Please, Stiles. Just come in here and sit down. We don't have to talk about it, but please, just stop cleaning the house. Just, please." Stiles put down the sponge he was using when he heard Derek's voice breaking at the end. He turned around to face Derek and leaned against the counter.
"What am I supposed to do? How am I to get Dad to understand that I'm still me, just a different species?" Stiles said, sounding utterly defeated. Derek felt useless, not being able to comfort his mate.
Stiles looked up at Derek, hoping he could give him answers, but his head hung in disappointment when Derek didn't say anything. He then turned around to pick up the sponge again, but stopped when he felt Derek's arms wrap around his waist.
With his chin resting on Stiles' shoulder, he whispered, "Just give your dad a day or two. It's going to take a while for him to adjust. Hell, remember when Scott's mom found out about him. She didn't talk to him for weeks. At least your dad came to see if you were alright."
Stiiles thought about this and just nodded, tears running down his face. Derek's hand came up and wiped away the warm, salted water staining Stiles' face. Even a small gesture like this caused Stiles to turn around and put his face in the crook of Derek's shoulder. Derek didn't mind that his mate was staining his shirt, he just wanted him to stop hurting. But, to his dismay, Stiles stopped not even five minutes after he started crying. He looked up at Derek and smiled meekly.
Derek was speechless. So Stiles took the initiative and lightly pecked him on the lips. Again, again, and again. Finally, Derek responded by kissing him a little more strongly. Stiles smiled into the kiss and deepened it. But, before anything could progress, Scott burst through the front door, disgruntled.
Stiles and Derek flew apart as they heard the door slam back into place. "I'm so sorry, Stiles. I fell asleep and I woke up to the truck firing up and before I could do anything, he was gone. I-I ran here, but I guess I didn't get here fast enough. I'm so, so sorry." Scott cried out as he tried to catch his breath.
Stiles just looked at Scott and said, "Well, great job you did. Dad doesn't want to see me. He told me to give him a few days and that he's get back to me soon. Seriously? How am I supposed to handle my one and only parent not wanting me? Huh?"
Scott looked at Stiles increulously, "Do you seriously have to say that? Only a few days? Try handling five weeks! I didn't have my mother there to help me for five fucking weeks. So don't tell me how to handle something like this!"
Derek listened to them exchange a few more words before he interupted them, "Shut up! Both of you. I don't need to be hearing a pissing contest between you two right now. Because, right now we are trying to figure out what to do about Stiles' dad. He needs as much information as we can give him. So Scott, since your'e so willing to help out, go to the library and start up the research all about werewolves. Stiles, please, just calm down. Go take a hot shower or bath or something. Just relax."
Both looked at him and Scott scrambled towards the library in the west wing of the mansion. Stiles grabbed Derek's hand and squeezed it before going upstairs. Derek leaned against the counter and pinched the bridge of his nose. How he got himself into this, he doesn't made his way up the stairs and into their bedroom. The thought put a falter in his footsteps. Their bedroom. His wolf inside hummed with the satisfaction of Stiles finally admitting he was his mate, but still wanted to finish the declaration. All in time, Derek thought to himself.
Derek smiled and hummed tunelessly while going through his closet to find something Stiles could wear. He pulled out a couple jeans, but none would fit him. So he settle on sweatpants and another t-shirt out of his middle dresser drawer. He put them on the bed and grabbed a pair of boxer-briefs out of his top drawer and put them next to the clothes. He heard the shower going, but no other sounds came out of the bathroom.
He quietly walked over to the bathroom door that was located on the wall opposite of the bed. He listened intently and heard sniffling from inside the room. He was going to knock, but he hesitated. His fist was about to fall upon the door, but before he could do anything, the door flew open and a half-naked Stiles rushed into his arms and held on for dear life. Yet, all he could do was hold Stiles and let him cry.
Derek pulled them back towards the bed and before sitting down he pushed the clothes to the floor. He scooted all the way up to the headboard and let Stiles make himself comfortable so that he wouldn't have aches later. He wrapped his arms around Stiles once again and rested his chin on Stiles' head. They sat like that for god knows how long, but after a while, Stiles' breathing slowed and Derek gently got out from underneath him. He tucked him into the bed and shut the bedroom door as he left.
He went downstairs to the library to see how much Scott had gotten done with the task he gave him. He walked through the long hallway to the west wing and reached the heavy doors that had actually stayed in tact during the fire. His parents had reinforced the library and other rooms because werewolves. It helped to have a soundproof room here and there when you wanted to talk about things or keep the ancient books that his family had collected over the years, safe.
He pushed the doors open with no effort at all and his gaze rested on Scott immersed in a book. Derek stood there for nearly ten minutes before he cleared his throat to get Scott's attention. He head whipped up and he exclaimed, "I found it! I found it!"
Derek looked at him puzzled. What? Scott got up excitedly and pulled Derek down into the chair opposite of him. "I know what the "spark" means!"
