The walk to the car was in silence, and Stiles dreaded the car ride to the hospital. Scott was still a confused puppy, and Derek looked like he was Atlas, doomed to carry the sky for all eternity.
Stiles stopped walking and looked at Derek. By stopping he made Scott walk into him, which made him bump into Derek.
"Do you have a car, and clothe? Cause you can't stay here. Chris Argent and his family are in town. They moved here over wither break." Stiles said as he was removing himself from Derek's arms, from when he was caught as he fell.
At the name Argent Scott looked up, he had a dreamy face on, from where he was thinking about Alison. Stiles was hoping she wasn't like the rest of her family, especially her aunt and grandfather. What the Argent and Derek didn't know was that Stiles and the Sheriff keep working on the Hale fire. There was so many things there didn't make sense, like the ruling of an electrical fire. It was ruled an accident within two days, where it normally took weeks to rule out foul play.
Like the disappearance of a teacher just the day after, a teacher who turned out to be under an alias but was recognized as Kate Argent. A Kate Argent, whom was refomented for trying to get a relationship with a student, who turned out to be one Mr. Derek Hale. A Derek Hale who actually went to the principal to complain about her bad touching.
In another universe, where Derek and Stiles didn't grow up as friends, Derek probably would have fallen for her, and her "sexy" voice. But in our universe Derek was and is head over heels in love with our lovable fool of a mole covert teenager. Derek would do anything for Stiles. Even not call him for six year when he thinks he is angry with him.
Derek looked a Stiles, his eyes kept moving to his kissable lips. Trying to get his head straight, so he could answer, he cleared his throat.
"Yes, I took the Camaro, Laura had a rental. Which I have to find." He said with a facepalm. "All my clothe are in the bags in the back of the car." Derek realized he had to turn around a get the car. "I'll meet you at the hospital?" Derek asked hesitant.
"You got the Camaro?" Stiles asked surprised. "Wait! How did you get the Camaro, that was Peter's car!" Stiles was almost vibrating by the last word.
"I didn't, Laura took it when she took us to New York, which I found out was illegal. Both the car, but also her taking me. I was to go to dad's old pack. And how she got the spark is also so a mystery to me, actually. The spark was to go to Peter, always the oldest first if it's not given with a ceremony. There are so many questions I need answers to."
"Wait, Peter was supposed to get the spark? If he had it, would he be healed now?" Stiles asked softly, afraid for the answer. If Peter could have been healed, he could have spared his dad the agony, of his best friend and mate, being in a coma. His dad didn't know about the mate part, just like Derek didn't know he knew about themself. Peter knew but kept back as long as the sheriff was together with his wife.
The dreaded word came out of Derek's mouth, "yes". Peter and the sheriff could have been spared the suffering, and Peter would have come out of it sane. Now, if he woke, there would be a question about his sanity. But Stiles could only hope the pack bonds, he and his dad had made with Peter would be enough to keep his sanity on the "good" side.
