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A few hours later we were talking in different groups. Lydia and Kira were snuggled in next to me, one on each side, and Scott and Isaac were sitting at the foot of my bed. The rest of the pack was on the floor around the bed and of course Derek was still sitting in the chair.

"So how is training with your mom going?" I ask Kira. She shrugs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Good, I guess. She's being hard on me to learn as much as I can, and she is back to trying to convince me to let us move back to New York." She lays her head on my shoulder. I throw my arm around her and stroke her back.

"Why is she trying to convince you again? What did you tell her the last time to stop the move?" I ask her. She looks at Scott before she opens her mouth to answer, but I put my finger on her lips to stop her. "No need to explain, I get it," I tell her. She smiles at me gratefully.

I turn my head to look at Derek. He has a small smile on his face while talking to Scott, Isaac, Liam and Mason. The smile on his face makes my heart lighter and largely happier. He also has a slight twinkle to his eyes and I smile.

How does seeing Derek happy make me happier? How does seeing Derek interact with people make me proud to be his friend? Nothing about this man makes sense to me anymore.

Derek turns to look at me and I can't look away. He smiles wider and winks at me before turning his attention back to the other guys. A blush creeps up on my face.

I tune into their conversation. "-can't get drunk anymore?" Mason asks looking at Derek then at Scott. "Not as far as I know. We can try, but it would draw attention if we drank that much in public," Scott says. "Scott's right, we can't get drunk anymore. Not that that can't stop us from trying. If you have a pack party you can drink as much as you can," Derek says.

I haven't looked away from him.

I somehow can't get myself to look away from him.

"Quick question guys, if people call someone who is addicted to drugs a druggie and someone who is addicted to alcohol an alcoholic, what do people call someone addicted to coffee? Caffeinated?" I ask. The twinkle in Derek's eyes grows brighter and he chuckles.

"Where did that come from?" Liam asks. I look at him and he has a dumbfounded look on his face. "That's just Stiles' thought process," Isaac says with a slight chuckle of his own. "I think they call them Bean Heads," Kira laugh- says. I smile down at her. "Don't people just call them coffee addicts?" Scott asks seriously. "Actually they call them Caffeineaholics. Which is what Stiles is," Derek pips up.

I smile at him and nod. "Not gonna argue with you there," I say. "And how would you know how much coffee my son drinks?" my dad asks as he walks into the room with a – wait for it- cup of coffee.

"We have enough pack meetings now for Derek to know that he should hide his coffee from Stiles," Lydia says and smiles at my dad. She gets up from the bed and gives him a quick hug before snuggling in next to me again. Derek gets up from the chair and offers it to my dad. He comes to stand next to my head.

"Yet somehow he still manages to find it every time. I'm running out of places to hide it," Derek says with a chuckle. "Did you think maybe you should hide it where he wouldn't think to look?" Kira asks with a mischievous smile. Isaac laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at Derek.

"Might be a good idea," Derek says and smirks down at me. My dad looks between all of us trying to figure out what the teenagers are saying. "Might make him think twice about seeking it out," Hayden says. "To be honest with you guys, I don't think that is going to stop him," Lydia says and looks at me. I nod at her.

"What are you kids talking about? Where should Derek hide his coffee that should make my son think twice about looking for it but won't actually stop him?" my dad asks, looking at each and every one of us with a raised eyebrow. "Nowhere." The chorus echo's through the room. We burst out laughing and my dad just shakes his head.

We all fall back into our different conversation groups. Sometime later I feel fingers carding through my hair and I sigh. That feels good. I turn to thank Lydia, but her hands are nowhere near my head. I turn to Kira because if it is not Lydia than it must be Kira. But her hands are also nowhere near my head.

Wait it can't be Derek, can it?

I look up and sure enough it's Derek's fingers going through my hair. I look at him and he looks like he isn't even aware of what he is doing.

I want to tell him to stop, but it feels so good; so I just shut my eyes and revel in the feelings coursing through my body at his touch. I still don't understand these feelings but you know what I am not going to break my head over it. Okay that's a lie. Let me amend my statement. I'm not going to break my head about it tonight.

Suddenly I feel a hand clamp hard onto my right leg and open my eyes. Isaac is staring at me with wide eyes. "What is it Isaac?" I ask sitting up. Lydia grumbles about being dislodged and Kira snuggles in behind my back.

"Stiles, I smell it. The scent from earlier," Isaac whispers and I look around us, expecting something to suddenly jump out at us. Derek, still with his fingers in my hair, stiffens and lifts his face up slightly to smell the air. I look at Scott and he is doing the same.

Scott jumps off the hospital bed and walks toward the door. "Everyone spread out and see if you can find where the scent is coming from. Kira, Lydia and Corey protect everyone here in case this thing slips past us," Scott orders. Two thirds of the pack get up and walk out of the room.

Derek gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and runs after Scott.

I stare at the door.

Did Derek just kiss me?

Okay so it was on the forehead, but it still counts as him kissing me. Where the hell did that come from? "I knew it," Lydia mutters. I look at her. "Knew what Lyds?" I whisper. She pats me on the back and gets up from the bed. "I think you and I both know what that kiss meant," she says softly and goes to close the door.

I sputter and wave my arms around in front of me. "No, no we don't," I finally get out. She smiles at me but doesn't say anything. I stare at her wide eyed. "What does it mean Lydia?" I ask her, but she leans against the door and closes her eyes, effectively avoiding me and my question.

"Son, I think we can talk later about your relationship with Derek. Right now I think we should focus on what is in the hospital," my dad says and joins Lydia at the door, his hand on his gun.

Relationship?

Does my dad think that Derek and I are in a relationship? Like a romantic relationship?

Lydia shivers by the door and opens her eyes. "Something is here," she whispers. On the wall opposite from the hospital bed a figure floats through the wall. And I mean he literally floats through the wall.

The man is young and deathly white with a large black beard and long black hair pulled into a ponytail. He has a few piercings in his ears and one through his left eyebrow. His eyes are white, just white. He's rocking a leather jacket and pants with steel toed boots. He has on a Guns and Roses t-shirt under his leather jacket.

Once he's through the wall he casually leans back against it and waves at me. His jacket sleeve slightly rises up his arm and I can see a tattoo peak out from under it. I stare wide eyed at the man and absently wave back at him.

"Stiles what are you looking at?" my dad asks and I point to the man. "The rocker dude that just floated through the wall," I say. The man smirks at my dad and walks forward, toward me. "He can't see me, only you can," the man says as he gets closer to me. I look at my dad. He is looking at the wall trying to see a man there that is clearly not there anymore. I turn my attention back to the man.

"Who are you?" I ask him as he stops at the foot of my bed.

"Death."

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