Word: Juvenescent

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After almost eight years of college and working and being by themselves in the big ol' world, the pack are finally returning to Beacon Hills at the same time. Stiles is almost vibrating with excitement, even though he caught up with his dad on Skype just last weekend, Scott and Kira last week, Lydia and Allison a few weeks ago along with Erica and Boyd, and Jackson and Isaac last month. Hell, he's even Skyped Derek three times this year, which is an achievement in and of itself. But still, there's nothing like seeing them all in person, and his leg is jittering as he settles down on the plane seat for the two hour flight from Oregon to California. At least he's not flying in from Europe like Jackson and Isaac; he doesn't envy them that flight at all.

Stiles grinned broadly when he saw his father and Melissa waiting at the airport terminal for him, a glitter-covered sign held between them that was obviously something that Holly had to have made. His little sister was standing between her parents legs, looking much taller than he remembered her being last year, and as soon as she saw Stiles, Holly ran over to hug him. He laughed and lifted her up into his arms, trying to keep the noise of surprise at her weight to a minimum. Stiles grinned at his sister, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Hey, Holls. Miss me?"

"Missed you," she agreed, fingers holding onto the collar of his plaid shirt. "Miss me?" Holly mumbled, her voice muffled by his neck.

"Missed you big time, Holls. Is that sign for me?" he asked, tucking his chin over her shoulder to look at the glittery sign.

"Yep. Made it. Pops helped."

John grinned and held up sparkly hands as proof. "Can't get the darn stuff off," he admitted, moving over to hug Stiles around his daughter.

"It didn't help that they were using glitter glue with extra glitter. Don't be surprised if the glitter's somehow managed to migrate to your bedroom, Stiles," Melissa said with a smile and shake of her head.

"Glitter, not fairies, got it."

John raised an eyebrow at him pointedly. "Should I be worried about fairies?"

"Uh. No? How about we leave it 'til later?" Stiles suggested, jiggling Holly in his arms so he could hold her better.

"Oh god, there's fairies, isn't there?"

"John, help Stiles with his bag. I'll call Derek to bring the car around," Melissa said, patting her husband's arm lightly.

"Derek? He's here?"

"Couldn't keep him away," John admitted and winked.

Stiles winced because, seriously Dad?, and hoped he wasn't going pink. Holly tightened her hold around his neck - apparently she'd missed him more than he'd thought, or maybe she was just tired - and Stiles carried her out of the airport, following his dad and Melissa. They asked about his Masters in Folklore, and Stiles allowed himself to be distracted, telling them how he was focusing his thesis on werewolves in different cultures across the world. By the time they made it out of the busy airport, he'd somehow shifted the conversation to wolf mating habits, and of course, that's when Derek pulled up in the Toyota.

"Really, Stiles, wolf mating habits?" Derek asked, getting out to help with the bags as John and Melissa took Holly from Stiles and settled her in the backseat.

"It was relevant to the conversation, shut up. And hello to you too, sourwolf."

"Hello," Derek said, tugging Stiles close and hugging him.

"Hey," Stiles murmured, wrapping his arms around Derek firmly. "You haven't aged a day, I swear. How the hell do you look so juvenescent? I feel like I'm a billion years old compared to you! Is it a werewolf thing, or a you thing? What moisturiser are you using?" he muttered, pulling away to press Derek's cheeks.

"The one you bought me last Christmas. You don't look a billion years old," Derek added, burying his face against Stiles' neck and breathing his scent in, stale and aeroplane-tainted as it was.

Yeah, okay, the scenting thing was something that Stiles seriously missed. He closed his eyes, breathing in Derek's scent, a little musky from being in the car with his family for the past three hours, but still him. God, he'd missed Derek so much.

"You have to come up to me more often."

"Twice a month not enough?"

"Never," Stiles breathed, peppering light kisses to his neck.

"Should I drive home and come back for you two tomorrow?" John called to them from the driver's seat, grinning.

"Leave them alone, John. It's probably the only time they'll have together until the rest of the pack arrive," Melissa said.

"Fuck, I hope not," Stiles groaned. "C'mon, backseat with me, and we'll make out when Holly's asleep."

"We're not making out next to your sister, Stiles," Derek said, sighing fondly, opening the door and letting Stiles slide in.

"Darn right, you're not," John muttered with a slight glare in the rear-view mirror.

"It's a three hour drive to Beacon Hills. What else are we meant to do? I mean, I could probably go into much more detail about wolves' mating habits if you'd like - "

Derek shut him up with his mouth, covering Holly's eyes with a broad hand. She was already asleep and didn't stir at the light contact. John didn't say anything, but Melissa grinned at Stiles in the reflection of the passenger mirror.

It was good to be home.

"Stiles? What's this about fairies?" John asked, and against Derek's lips, Stiles winced.

End of word challenge.

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