Stiles sat on the bed, after he and Derek had a streaming couple of arounds of sex he was looking at his finger nails and notices that the nails were slowly turning black he watched as the black spread though his nails. Derek was out getting food because the teen was starving and especially after the sex. He heard the jangle of keys and then the door opens to show the wolf walking in with a large smile on his face seeing Stiles sat there wearing on of Derek's shirts.

Stiles got up onto his knees and smiled back at him as the wolf walked over to the bed and bent down and kissed him "You okay?" He asked, Stiles hummed and nuzzled into his chest.

"Yeah I just missed my big bad wolf." Stiles said, Derek chuckled as he pulled back and placed the food bag on the bed

"Come on eat up, I brought curly fries." He smiled at him. He was hopping that if he brought food that Stiles loved that the teen might start remembering something

"I love curly fries." He purred, but that is all he said as he started to cram the fries into his mouth.

"Hey-hey slowly okay you haven't eaten much in the last couple of days." Blushed slighted and swallowed his food

"Sorry I just love them."

Derek had called the sheriff to let him know what happen and the man was devastated and demanded that they return to Beacon Hills. Derek had agreed but aske the Sheriff to keep it quiet once they arrived for Stiles sake. Looking back at Stiles as the teen walked out the bathroom with bright whisky amber eyes "Hey beautiful." Derek said, he could feel his own off rumble happily about their choice of sleeping partner and he thought that was a first for his wolf to make that kind of response but he it made him smile away that they are both on the same wave lengthen. Stiles blushed as he pulled on a shirt and started looking for the rest of his clothes

"Derek I was wondering if I could a tattoo like yours." He asked as he fiddle with his shirt before slyly looking up at the wolf

"You want one like mine or one that is mine?" The wolf asked smiling as grabbed Stiles by his hips and pulled him close

"Y…Yours… I want you to mark me up." The teen said, the boy's cheeks were glowing red as his fingers made the sign on Derek's chest

"Didn't I do that last night and this morning?" Derek asked as he kissed the bites on the teen's shoulders

"Yeeees." Stiles squealed at the nip "But I want your tattoo." Derek grinned as he worked his lips up the teen's long neck before he reached Stiles' lips and grinned at him

"Where would you have it?" He whispered. "On your back?" He asked as he let his wolfy claws tickle his back "or somewhere different?" He smirked as he moved his hands to the teen's inner thighs and watched as Stiles took a deep breath of air as the man stroked the inside of the teen' thighs

"N…No." He said, as he shivered at the man's touch "Here." Stiles whispered as he touched where his heart is. "Just here."

"Perfect."

After Stiles got his tattoo they drove back to Beacon Hills Stiles sat nibbling his bottom lip in worry as they drove through the fog. Derek watched him from the corner of his eye worried for his little mate "We don't have to go back." The teen was quiet for a moment as he looked out the window

"I need to, I know I don't remember but I need to see him… my dad." He said quietly

"I just don't want you getting hurt." The wolf said to him. Stiles turned to him and smiled softly trying badly to hide his fear before he looked back out the window. He moved his hand and wiped the window as he watched the rain whip at the ground and other passing cars.

By the time they arrived in Beacon Hills it was pitch black outside and Stiles was curled up in the seat next to Derek. The wolf stopped in front of the sheriff's home and turned to Stiles who looked so cute and small and he hated waking him but he knew John was waiting. Leaning over to Stiles he ran his fingers down the boy's face making Stiles face move before he open his eyes and blinked at Derek "Ummm? Are we here?" Stiles asked with a sleep filled voice.

"Yeah, come on." He whispered. Derek slipped out the car first before being followed by Stiles to stood there looking at the house. The lights were on and it looked like it was filled with warmth Stiles turned and looked at Derek who warped his arms around the teen and lead him up towards the front door.

John open the door and stood there looking at his son hugging Derek's side and watched looked fearfully at him. Derek closed the door behind them and they all stood there looking at each other before John walked towards Stiles "Stiles…son." John said his voice was shaking as he looked at the boy. The teen walked up to him and fell into his arms for a hug letting the man cry as he held him Stiles was quiet as he breathed in father's scent feeling comforted by it. "I'm so sorry you have to leave." He sobbed to the boy

"Please don't cry I'm home now." He whispered as he saw Derek smile at him.