Stiles' almost falling asleep when Derek tenses around him. "What?"
"Just… don't fall asleep." He says quietly.
Oh. "Oh. Right. I'm sorry." The boy murmurs into the wolf's chest.
"We should probably get up." The wolf says into Stiles hair.
"Yeah."
They stay for just a few more minutes. But then duty calls and they have things that they really need to do before Stiles falls asleep again.
Deaton, Scott and Isaac enter the room and Stiles is already sitting in the sofa while Derek is sitting in an armchair.
Scott scrunches up his nose the moment he walks in. "God. Couldn't you have opened up a window or something? It reeks of sex in here!"
Stiles' laughs. Derek flushes and ducks his head. He actually loved the smell of him and Stiles together. He didn't want it to vanish. He might not be able to smell it again.
"That's right Scotty! Don't be a hater." Stiles mock scowls at him, barely containing his grin.
"Man. I love you. You're my brother. But there are things I really don't need to know." Scott sits at the other end of the couch with folded arms and a pout.
"As if. I have to hear about Allison all the time dude. All the time." Stiles' pats his friend on the shoulder. "But now we're even. I forgive you."
"You forgive me. I'll give you forgiveness." Scott mumbles while lying on the couch with his head buried in the pillows.
Stiles the pats his best friend again and laughs. Then, he seems to remember Derek and Deaton are still there. Looking at them by the way. And he smiles shamelessly.
Deaton clears his throat. "I'm happy that you're distracting yourself, but there's some businesses we need to attend to that are a bit of a priority." He says in that professional I'm-above-all-these-morons voice.
The smile falls right out of Stiles face. Of course. How could he forget? Obviously he didn't, but he'd like to pretend nothing like that happened and he just had a bad dream and woke up to his best friend complaining about his sex life with Derek.
But life's a bitch and beyond all that, he also has an evil spirit living inside of him.
No. He can't think about it. If he does, then… He'll have to remember what happened, and the memories he has are not the spirit killing people. No. Not the spirit. It's Stiles himself. Stiles himself killing other people. And liking it.
The pack's all there in the space time of half an hour. They all tiptoe around Stiles. Not knowing what to do, how to react, what to say. They just glace at him from afar when they thing he's not looking and whisper about him when they think he's not hearing.
And it is getting on his nerves.
Derek senses his frustration and in a moment he's sitting right next to him gripping his thigh, forcing him to look at the wolf and focus on him.
They stare at each other and the tension seems to flood right out of Stiles every second Derek's attention is on him. After a few seconds he sighs and puts his hand on top of Derek's.
Derek enlaces their fingers and lets their hands stay there. Stiles smiles at that because it feels pretty damn good.
He never had someone to lean on like this. Honestly, he only ever had Scott and his dad. It's a nice change.
Stiles' has given all the information he knew about the Nogitsune to the pack. It's not much and he knows it by the look of disappointment that flashes on Deaton's face when he says he doesn't know anything else.
He just wakes up sometimes and it's been a week, or more, and he only has five minutes tops before losing consciousness again. Other times he sees and feels everything the Nogitsune does, but it's like he's just a spectator from the first row. He doesn't control his body, he can't move for himself. And those times are really frustrating.
He hears the sound of the front door being opened and suddenly his father's on the doorway to the office in the animal clinic.
Stiles vision immediately blurs with the unshed tears and his throat swells when he tries to swallow. Because looking at his dad after what he's done? 'No! I haven't done this!' He thinks to himself. 'He did this, the Nogitsune. Not me. I have to remember that'.
"Dad." It's all he manages to say before he throws himself at his dad and envelops him in a crushing hug, letting the tears finally fall.
"Shh… I'm here kiddo. I'm here." His father hugs him back and kisses his forehead, just like he used to when Stiles had nightmares after his mother passed away and would wake up screaming.
Stiles only manages to cry some more.
The pack managed to leave the room without making much noise to give them some privacy.
Derek sits in one of the couches in the lobby and looks at his pack.
They're all looking at him with the same question he has. 'What are we going to do?'
He has no idea.
They were hoping Stiles would manage to tell them something important that would help them with making the spirit leave his body. But Stiles knows nothing and they don't have a plan. They're back at square one.
None of them voice their questions and doubts. They all know no one has any answers for now.
"Come on." Derek throws Stiles jacket at him and leaves the clinic.
Stiles' stares after him dumbfounded by his attitude until he remembers that that's Derek Hale. That man has no manners and is a rude little shit. Just like Stiles. Maybe that's why they fit together so nicely.
He runs out the door to catch up with Derek, who's already starting the car.
He sits in the passenger sit. "Where are we going?"
"Out." It's the only answer he gets.
"Yes, I noticed that. But you know. You're driving the car to some place right? That's what I want to know. I knew you don't have much social contact but I thought you knew the basics of communication." Stiles smiles at him childishly.
Derek huffs and rolls his eyes. "Why do I like you again?"
Stiles' grins even more. "Yeah, you do. Don't forget it." The boy rests against the chair and sighs contently when he feels Derek's hand grabbing his own, entwining their fingers.
He looks at the wolf and he has a smile on his lips, looking at road. That's a good look on him. He should smile more often.
"You think so?" Derek asks.
Did he say that out loud? "Did I say that out loud?"
Derek laughs. "Yes, you did."
"Well, it's true. You have a beautiful smile. Your face lights up when you do it. I like it." He murmurs and looks at the road. But not before noticing the blush on the wolf's face.
Derek just squeezes his hand and brings it to him lips, plants a small kiss there and lowers it again.
They stay in a comfortable silence all the way to what Stiles now knows it's the preserve. He stops in a place that doesn't seem to have anything nearby. "Have you brought me to the middle of the woods to kill me or something?" Stiles' asks playfully.
Derek just gives him an unimpressed look before exiting the car and motioning for him to do the same.
Stiles' does and Derek guides him through the trees until they get to hill where they have a fantastic view of Beacon Hills. "Wow."
"It used to be my favorite place to come before…" the fire. Stiles' adds in his head.
"It's beautiful. Look at this view." Stiles' is amazed by this. Derek trusted him with this precious piece of information about his past and Stiles falls for him a little bit more.
"I know." Derek looks so much more relaxed here. His posture, his expression… they're soft and Stiles wants to keep him here forever just so he won't have to be so tensed and stressed all the time like he is anywhere else.
Derek moves to sit on top of a large rock and Stiles follows.
They stay there for what feels like minutes but obviously is not, because they just watched the sun set.
It's actually the perfect day, taking the part where he had to talk and remember about everything wrong in his life. Okay, maybe it was perfect only the parts with Derek.
Waking up and being able to have Derek like that. Then coming here and see the sun set with him in his favorite place. He only has one word for it. And it is perfection.
But everything good has to come to an end. And when the werewolf says that it's time to leave, he doesn't even want to get up.
He wants this moment to drag on forever so he won't have to live his own life.
But like he said, life's a bitch and everything good comes to an end.
A/N: I'm a lazy little shit and I'm sorry, but here's the new chapter and I hope you liked it. It's bigger than then normal and I kind of enjoyed writing it.
Please tell me what you thought and if you think it's good. Thank you for reading and having patience with me!
Ok, bye!