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I'm not a regular mom. I'm a cool mom.


Derek lie atop his bed, head buried deeply in his pillow. His breathing was shallow, his skin damp with a thin layer of sweat. He was shirtless, having removed the offending item in his heated frenzy. Beneath his lids, his eyes shifted constantly between the electrifying blue and his brown irises. His hands had long since appeared, and his claws punctured the innocent pillowed. He growled angrily, pushing himself from the bed in an annoyed manner. He looked towards his belly, the slightly toned muscles rippling as he shook.

It had been seven years since that night. Since his and Stiles' birthday, seven stupid years as far as Derek was concerned. Derek himself hadn't changed very much personality wise. He was still the same anti-social, glowering, angry Derek-but his social skills had developed a little.

A little.

But physically, he had since transformed into a tall, muscled young man, much to the pleasure of the blossoming females that swarmed him. He now stood at 5'11, and he was growing rapidly. His werewolf training had enhanced his muscle growth, and he body was beginning to find a definite cut around his developing muscles. A little facial hair began to sprout along his jaw. He had effectively turned into a pubescent Adonis, but his appearance didn't help with the current situation. He growled, staring down at himself in anger.

He was smack dab in the middle of his very first heat.

Werewolves, much like regular humans, got a little…excited once in a while- but somewhere between late winter and summer, their hormones went into overdrive, effectively sending them into a rage of lust. No matter how old you were, it always happened, but with time came experience and with experience came the ability to manage it. But, when Derek's body decided it was time for puberty to kick in, his hormonal balance sent him into his first heat, an unusually strong one according to his mother. He had made a face when she had told him that, but she had laughed in response.

Of course, he without a doubt knew that could smell that he was in heat, and once he learned what the scent was, he could tell it on them too.

But still, it was his parents. Their stolen glances and cheeky smiles when they were in heat became painfully obvious, much to Derek's disgust.

But the worst part? It wasn't the hormones, it wasn't the lust, the anger, the disgust bought on by his parents. You know what the worst part was?

Stiles.

But, in Stiles' defense, he had done nothing wrong…directly. But it didn't matter; he was still at fault- Derek had long ago made that decision. It was his fault for smelling so damn good.

Derek growled again as the scent hit him, and he pushed himself back onto the bed and ran his hands through his hair. If anything was affecting him the most, it was that. It was a nice, gentle aroma, but as Stiles had grown older it lost its innocence and began to darken, mixing with an oaky, wooden scent.

And it drove him crazy.

It was horrible all the things he was feeling. His wolf was at an all time high though, and it was hard to ignore it with his clouded mind.

It hit him again, and he shook as it washed over him. His senses were so sensitive, his window wasn't opened or anything. But stiles had been in his room frequently for the last couple of weeks, and it reeked of him. Which wasn't all that bad.

He got up, angrily stomping to the bathroom connected to his room, locking the door to take care of his problem.

XoOoX

Stiles was on edge. Like, majorly.

He sat in his room, fingers click-clacking away at the keyboard on his laptop, researching some stupid information for his English paper. English was his favorite subject, despite the teacher looking into everything in an unnecessary manner. At least it was words though, numbers were a complete no-no. He hated math, with a deep passion. With English, everything was cool and symbolic and you had to search for the deeper meaning behind things, which probably explained why the teachers always seemed so analytical of everything, but still that was pretty annoy-

But anyway. Stiles was on edge. Why?

After years of asking Lydia out, she had finally said that she might think about it. Which, in his case, was an upgrade. All the other times he had been rejected with a downright no. But this time she had said she would text him, but that was three hours ago, and now he was freaking out, hands beginning to tremble.

He pushed himself back against his super comfortable desk chair and breathed deep, trying to prevent the panic attack. He ran his hands through his hair, scowling as the strands of hair made a mess of themselves. Long hair was beginning to get annoying. He calmed himself down; turning to look out of his opened window and into Derek's closed one. Which was weird, because Derek always had his windows open. He sighed, Derek had been acting fairly odd lately- more distant than normal.

Stiles stood, walking to his window and listened to the sounds of his backyard, and sometimes the sounds of the Hale house too. He wasn't a stalker or anything, he was just having an interest in what Derek did all day besides brooding. He thought he heard a growl for a moment, but chalked it up to someone's dog outside. His phone vibrated behind him, and his body tensed. It took a few deep breaths before he could force himself to turn around and slowly walk toward his desk, looking at the item in question. He closed his eyes and picked it up, knowing by heart where the button to turn on the phone from sleep mode was. He pressed it, and took a huge breath before opening his eyes to face the text.

No.

Stiles rolled his eyes and threw his phone on the bed. He took a shallow breath, rubbing his temples. What had he expected? A yes?

"I'm so stupid." Stiles said, wishing Derek was there to talk to. He might not have contributed much to the conversation, but he was an awesome listening. Superb even. Even though he pretended to not care or be angry, he always listened to Stiles ramble on. Which Stiles guessed he sort of had to because he was his only real friend. Well, besides Kate Argent.

Ugh.

Even that name bothered him. Now, there was nothing immediately bad about the girl. She was rather nice, pretty, smart, and the same age as Derek. HE didn't have anything against her, but boy did she give him a bad vibe. There was something under that appearance she kept up, and he knew it. Never mind the fact that she had been coming onto Derek for the past few weeks. She had never really acted so forward before- and it wasn't because Stiles wanted Derek for himself or anything.

No, no. That wasn't it at all. He was just worried for his friend.

That girl meant bad business.

But Derek's love life was none of his business. He sighed again, going back to his computer and resuming his essay. It was gonna be a long night.

XoOoX

It was dark outside now, the stars twinkling brightly in the night sky. Stiles had just finished his essay, and sat back in his chair in relief. His stomach was now growling, and that was sure sign that he was done, but it still felt rather wrong, the essay. It needed to be proofread, but Stiles had decided long ago that he couldn't look at those words for another second, so he picked up his phone and dialed Derek's number. It rang three times before he picked up.

"What?" Derek's voice said. Stiles furrowed his brows, his voice sounded different. It was heavier, a little rougher, and he wondered what had happened. He sounded rather irritated, but then again when did he not? Stiles chalked it up to puberty; it had most likely affected Derek's voice along with his body. Stiles' eyes glazed over momentarily.

And, oh the things it did to his body. All the glorious, tall, muscled, husky, beau-

Wait. What?

"What?" Derek growled.

Oh yeah, he was still there.

"What's in your pants, jerk?" Stiles commented. He had expected an equally insulting reply, but didn't find one. It took a moment for Derek to respond.

"Stiles. What. Do. You. Want." He snaggered out.

Okay so 'snaggered' wasn't a word. But it's something he often used to describe Derek's voice- behind his back of course.

"Well, I'm writing this essay, and I can't look at it for another second. I need you to proof read it."

"And you ask me, why? English is your thing. Math is mine."

"Because you're a grade level above me? Plus you owe me for saving you from eating those gross curly fries yesterday."

"Stiles. You ate them instead. And I didn't ask you to."

"Well someone has to look out for you and your gross eating habits. C'mon. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea seplease-"

"Stiles!" Derek growled. Stiles smiled and shut up, waiting for his friend's response. He heard a sigh.

"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow since it's the weekend."

"Yay!" Stiles exclaimed, a goofy grin plastered across his face.

"And Stiles." Derek said.

"Yeah?"

"If I don't smell brownies I'm not helping you with anything.

Stiles smiled. "You got it, dude." He heard the call end, and rolled his eyes.

Asshole.

He rose from his computer and went downstairs with a happy smile on his face. For some reason, it felt good to know that Derek liked his cookies. Whenever he ate something Stile made he got this look in his eyes, and a small smile- Derek would say it was a twitch because of how annoying he was- but it was a smile, a special one that only Stiles got to see. And maybe Kate. He could put 50 bucks that she couldn't cook like him, not even close. So by default that smile was only for Stiles.

But it's not like it mattered anyway.

By the time he finished his thoughts, he had arrived in the kitchen. His mom was giving him a funny look.

"What?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You've been standing there for like ten minutes with a crazy expression on your face."

Oh, yeah.

"Um. Sorry." Stiles said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Whatchya thinkin' 'bout?" She asked, a smile played across his lips and a playful tone in her voice. She hadn't really changed much in the span of time since his birthday seven years ago. Maybe a few laugh lines here and there, a few gray strands in her hair, but she was still gorgeous.

"Nothing mom, jeez, stop with the questions, what is this, CSI? Because if so I refuse to speak unless you have a warrant, because what goes on in my mind is definitely confidential to me, myself and I and that fact that you-"

"Stiles." She said, chuckling. "I honestly don't think you'll ever get a filter. Your adderall obviously isn't working."

He rolled his eyes and went to the pantry, then walked over to check out the refrigerator.

"Dinner's almost ready." She said, going to the oven to check out the lasagna. Stiles' stomach growled. "I was waiting until your father came home so he could have a hot meal."

"Cool story, Ma." Stiles said. She shot him a glare and he replied with a chuckle. "I was checking to make sure we have everything to make brownies."

"Plan on making dessert?"

"It's for Derek. He said he'll help me with my essay if I bake him some."

His mother just looked at him with an odd look in her eyes and a mischievous smile in place. She always gave him that look when he talked about Derek, and quite frankly it was creeping him out.

"So how is he and that girl? What's her name…" She asked, snapping her fingers.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Kate Argent," He said with an annoyed tone. She looked at him again.

Ugh.

"You don't like her," She stated matter-of-factly. "Why?"

"I have nothing against her. She's just been… all over him. It's weird."

She smiled again. "Derek seems to have taken a liking to your cooking."

Stiles smiled. "Yeah. He likes to act like he doesn't, but I know he does." She shot him a look that said she knew something that he didn't.

"Ugh. Mom. What did I tell you about being weird. I'm leaving." He made a motion of annoyance and walked from the kitchen, going to the stairs.

"I'll be at work late tomorrow, so you'll have to fend for yourself!" She screamed.

"Alright!"

"Love you!" She called as he walked to his room. He smiled.

"Love you too!"

XoOoX

Derek was still breathing heavily. He lay under his bedspread, desperately trying to get some rest.

Damn Stiles.

He was calming down his raging body when just as luck would have it, Stiles called. Now, not only was it the smell, but it was his voice. Honestly, Derek had no idea why it was affecting him so. It wasn't like he was attracted to the boy or anything. Sure, he sort of an infectious smile, bright eyes, amazing talents in the kitchen, and smarts to boot- but Derek wasn't gay. He liked Kate Argent, and she was beautiful. Even though she had been kind of touchy as of late, it didn't matter. Maybe it was his exposure to the boy that got him so caught up? But if it was just that, his wolf wouldn't be going crazy over him, but that was just the thing, it was. It called him to go over and just… as best as he could describe, cuddle. As weird as that sounded, he just wanted to be enveloped in everything that was Stiles, and the urge was so strong, he had never felt anything like that before.

And now he would have to face his friend tomorrow, face to face. He honestly didn't know if he could handle it, but he couldn't say no. It was like… instinct.

"Fuck!" Derek growled into his pillow. Heat did creepy things to his hormones- but in his body's defense, he always had sort of admired his younger friend. For everything that he was, he outshined a lot of people who thought they deserved to be the best. Kate could be downright arrogant at times, but Stiles was confident in his abilities. The boy was smart, really smart, in fact. He had overheard his mom talking with Ms. Stilinski about how he might skip the next grade, putting him equal to Derek. The proposition was… exciting?

Why was it exciting?

Whatever. As soon as this heat thing went away, everything would be back to normal, no doubt. He turned on his side, closed his eyes, and tried his best to fall asleep.

XoOoX

Derek walked out of his house, locking the door behind him as he stepped into the bright sunshine. The birds were chirping happily, and the sun was obnoxiously hot. There were people absent mindedly walking the streets, heading in their various directions, but something seemed very…off.

Derek shrugged it off as the scent of Stiles' brownies hit him, which definitely perked him up as he walked to the next house. He let a wave of relief flow over him when he reached the door to the Stilinski house, and Stiles' scent washed over him. Luckily, his mother had given him some kind of pill that would suppress his heat for at least an hour- but the side effect? His heat would end up lasting longer.

But that was cool, he didn't think jumping Stiles in the middle of their study session was a good idea. He sniffed the air, and Stiles' aroma rose to meet him. It was the first time that Stiles' scent, which Derek eventually found to be lavender, was completely off. No more was it that crisp, clean, floral scent that Derek had come to know. It was dark now, intertwined with sadness, a scent that Derek didn't think he liked on Stiles.

He frowned and rang the doorbell, but nobody came. He rang it again, his wolf was beginning to panic, and so was he. He rang it again. And again. And again, but the same answer came to all of his attempts- none. He knocked on the door rather forcefully, his eyes shifting colors and his claws beginning to poke out.

"Stiles!" he called, but he received no answer. He was immediately on freak out mode. He hit the door with his shoulder, but it didn't budge. In anger, he called his wolf forward and tried again, and the door easily gave way. He rushed into the house, following his nose to Stiles, and it eventually led him to the kitchen.

He saw his friend, sitting against the wall in the kitchen, hands over his eyes. He was sobbing uncontrollably, his body shaking and his cries ringing through the house. A pan of brownies and a cell phone lay on the floor, looking as if they had been dropped. His wolf was in a rampage, commanding him to go over and console the boy. He squished it down, but he rushed over and sat next to his friend, deciding to let his wolf indulge. He wrapped his arms around the boy, and Stiles leaned into his touch, his tears coming at an even faster rate. He shook against Derek's form as he cried into his shoulder- Derek wanted to help, God he wanted to help so badly but he had no idea how. Regular sadness he might have been able to help, but he could smell that this wasn't just sadness, this was something much worse. He put his chin on top of Stile's head, tightening his embrace.

It hurt so badly. Knowing he couldn't do anything. Knowing that he couldn't ease this pain in any way, Stiles was so uncontrollably devastated and he could do nothing but sit here and hold him. His wolf was screaming, it was angry, and so was he. He wasn't going to cry, but his eyes were stinging, and Stiles' tears never did stop, if anything they got stronger as he sat there and did the only thing he could. He held the boy, rubbing circles on his back- though they did nothing. He didn't dare speak, didn't dare say a single word. This wasn't something that needed an explanation, Derek fully understood.

He heard a car pull up rather quickly into the driveway outside, and the footsteps that ran into the house, but he didn't stop holding him. Mr. Stilinski soon came into view, his hair was a mess and his eyes were red also. He watched the police officer survey the situation, he looked into Derek's eyes and to Stiles' shaking body, and back to Derek's. He walked over and put his arms around Stiles, looking into Derek's eyes and giving him permission to let go. His wolf told him not to, told him to comfort the boy no matter what, but he reluctantly released Stiles into his father's arms. He watched as he leaned against the wall and embraced his child, tears falling from his eyes and into Stiles' hair as Stiles sobbed, with a sadness he could never describe. The scene of a broken family, a father trying to console his devastated son, when he himself was just as destroyed. The father's body started shaking as well as his sobs mixed with those of his sons, effectively creating a chorus of wails. Pained, sorrowful, depressing wails that would forever haunt him.

He backed out of the kitchen, his form shaking as he watched Stiles shatter. The boy who was so strong, so confident, broken into a million pieces and he had no way to put him back together. His arms were trembling as he left the house, his breaths shallow, and his sight blurry. He walked back to his home and unlocked the door, stumbling into the house. He braced himself against the counter in the kitchen, and his mother immediately rushed in, looking him in the eyes.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked, her eyes shifting color. The sound of his fathers footsteps were loud as he bounded down the steps and into the kitchen, his eyes a shining red. His mother took him in, held him against her chest in a comforting embrace. Derek was still shaking as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Son, what happened?" His father asked, worry evident through the strong tone. It took all his strength to utter the answer, to say the one thing that had completely broken Stiles. To say the one thing he knew would hurt his best friend forever.

He took a breath to steady himself before removing himself from his mother's embrace and looking into his father's eyes.

"Ms. Stilinski is dead."