sorry for the cliffhanger! Here is my apology, another update~ enjoy! :)
6.
"Dude! What the fuck just happened? You were fucking glowing!" Scott blurted out.
Stiles gave him an odd look as he literally jumped out of the bed and into Derek's bathroom to see any 'glowing' but there was none.
"Stiles, what happened? You just passed out screaming like you were in pain." Lydia said as she sat beside the bed, Jackson's hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down.
"I don't know. All I could remember was that my mom came to me in a dream. She said something about the other half of my soul and Spark or something..." Stiles muttered as rubbed his temples vigorously. Derek grabbed him by the hand and eyed his Betas to leave.
And they did. Stiles and Derek just stared at each other as the pack went inside their rooms, their soundproof rooms.
"Please don't make worry like that." Derek mumbled as he threw his arms around Stiles body.
The teen buried his face into Derek's shirt and let the man hold him close.
He never felt more safe.
The next day, he did what any other person with supernatural problems would do, go to Deaton.
"I need to talk to you." Stiles spoke, his eyes never breaking contact with the doctor.
"I knew you'd come eventually." The vet said as he gestured his hand to come to Stiles inside the clinic.
Once inside, Stiles quickly placed his bag on the operating table and stared straight into the doctor's eyes.
Deaton smiled and said, "It was only a matter of time until a messenger came to you."
Stiles gave him a confused look and an open mouth, speechless in Deaton's mind.
"Wha-What messenger? Are you talking about the dream I had with my mom? That was a message?" Stiles suddenly spoke. Hands flailing like a cartoon character.
"Yes, you see, your mother is not entirely human. Well, when she was also a Spark like you." Deaton vaguely spoke as he gathered his books and placed it front of Stiles.
"Okay, I don't get it. I don't understand. Are you saying that my mom and I are like witches?" The teen asked confusedly as he glanced at the books. They were old and seemed like they need to be recopied once more.
"Yes, the term witch is acceptable but you are much stronger. I've only met a handful of your kind but they sure do love to make an impression. Read these and I'll explain it when you're done with your research. Until then, if you choose to accept your fate as part as a keeper of balance and peace among creatures, let me know."
As vague as that conversation became, Stiles couldn't help but feel curious about the fact that Deaton just told him that he's some kind of Harry Potter kid.
He went back to the Hale house and found Derek sleeping soundly on the couch. His face was peaceful.
He walked towards him, kneeled beside the couch to take a closer look and traced the corners of Derek's face.
He laughed a bit when Derek's brows would wriggle.
"Will you still love me if I was different?"
A couple of minutes later, Derek opened his eyes only to find Stiles sleeping on his arm.
Will you still love me if I was different?
The words replayed inside his head as he glanced worriedly at his Mate. Mate?
Since when did they get to that stage of their relationship?
He gently removed his arm from under Stiles' head and stood up. He gently lifted the teen from where he was sleeping and went upstairs, to their room.
Stiles was still fast asleep but Derek couldn't. He still remembered the pain in Stiles' voice when he heard him say those words.
Will you still love me if I was different?
Of course, he would. Did Stiles think that Derek only loved him because he was human? No way.
The thoughts keep on pushing its way to Derek's mind.
He glanced at Stiles and gently caressed his cheeks. He sighed as he leaned in to kiss his forehead then wrap him up tightly in his arms as he dozed off to sleep.
Sorry for the late update! 😅