Just like a broken mirror, the spell was broken by a high pitch whine coming from Scott. To which Derek growled. It was like a chair reaction, that made Stiles hit Derek in the chest, after which he when and hugged his puppy of a friend Scoot McCall.
"What?" Came the snap from Stiles at Derek. "Did you think I forgave you just because I hugged you?"
He looked away from Derek and down at Scott who was busy trying to cling to his midsection and a little child. He started petting his head, trying to shush the newly turned wolf. He tried to ignore his mind telling he would lose him as his anchor, and possible best friend. He had seen it start when the new girl stepped into the classroom, and more so at training. Stiles knew he had to do everything he could to make sure he and everyone involved got through this.
Derek was now the one to whine. He didn't know what he did wrong, he wasn't the one to block Stiles' number, but he didn't try a different way to get contact. He had googled Stiles many times, just to see if he was alive. He had seen him on Facebook, and he still didn't write. He figured when he couldn't call Stiles, he didn't want contact with him. But as he was thinking it over, he knew he was in the wrong, Stiles wasn't one to just ignorer anyone if he was mad, he would tell you, and get in your face as he did so. Derek wanted to hit himself, he had missed nearly 7 years with his anchor, because he was stupid.
Stiles had enough of Scott clinging to him. He pushed him away and fished out his phone to call his dad.
As his phone was ringing, he made eye contact with Derek, he wiggled his finger in a "come here" gesture. This time he was the one there needed a hug and while he loved Scott, he needed a hug there just screamed protection.
"Stiles?" Sounded though the phone. "Are you ok?" His dad sounded worried. He understood, after finding him in the woods last night.
"Hey daddy, we are having guest for dinner tonight. What kind of steak do you want?" Just the daddy started the alarm bells in his mind. But the steak set of a SOS.
"Kiddo... What is wrong?" The sheriff sounded panicked now. "Where are you? Do I need to come and get you?"
Stiles had started crying now. He didn't know how to tell his dad, but at some point he would find out and it was better to hear it for him and Derek, then an officer who didn't know her, or may had ties to hunters.
"Daddy, it's Laura… Derek is home, but Laura came before he did. And if I know Derek right, he can help with the missing pieces." The tears were now running almost as fast as the river further in the preserve.
"You need to go and check to Peter, and I'll inform Tara. I expect Derek to be with you when I get home." Stiles' dad made it clear that there would be consequences if he wasn't. Stiles took Derek's hand, while he was still standing and leaning on Derek. He gave Derek the phone and reached his hand out to Scott, he needed a hug so much right now, but he also knew Derek needed to talk with is dad.
Scott almost ran to him, and kind of clung to him again, not that he minded right now. He needed the weight of Scott to keep him grounded. Even with Derek back Scott was still his anchor. It would that more then a hug to remove 6 years of hurt and abandonment. And right now, he needed to be able to focus.
He needed to plan and figure out what was going on. But first he needed to check on Peter, he needed to know if the last for his family was okay.
What Scott didn't know, even if his mom did, he visited Peter every Sunday, after he had been at the cemetery with flowers for the whole Hale family, and one big sunflower for his mom. Even with Peters voice in his head telling him, "The dead has no need for flowers."
