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Chapter 16

"Night, dad! Night, Melissa! See you guys in the morning." Stiles said opening the door of his bedroom. It was late, they had been talking for over an hour.

"Night, son. Nice to have you back here, you know...Home." He heard his father say from downstairs. Stiles smiled. Yes, it was great to be back. He had avoided his home for quite some time now. Not on purpose for the first few weeks but since he had heard about his father and Scott's mom, he didn't want to talk to his dad that much. Besides, he had had a blast over at the loft. Hanging with the pack had been fun, like always. Spending time with the boys, even with Jackson and sometimes Lydia had been great. He had missed his dad but since he had been busy with the missing teenager case they wouldn't have seen each other that much anyway.

But they had had a very long talk this evening. Sobbing and crying involved – well, mostly from Stiles. But they had cleared everything out which was the most important thing right now. Besides the kidnapped teenagers and Anna. But Stiles had realized that having a stable relationship with his dad – and his new girlfriend – was really important for him. Without it – he just wasn't himself.

He turned back to his room and turned on the light.

He screamed.

Like a girl.

Like a girly girl.

He jumped, his arms flying around in shock and holding onto the door frame when he saw someone sitting on his bed.

"DEREK! What the fuck?" he hissed when he had calmed down a bit. He let loose of the wall and ran his fingers through his hair.

The alpha wolf was sitting on his bed. He didn't even look sorry for scaring the hell out of Stiles. In fact, he had a smirk on his lips watching Stiles.

"STILES?" His father shouted, running up the stairs.

Stiles turned back to the hallway. "Everything's fine dad. Derek just came by." He said, clearly annoyed by his visitor.

"It's the middle of the night, Stiles. Do I have to worry about alpha werewolves sneaking into your bedroom at this time of the night?"

Stiles chuckled when he saw Derek's face. He looked embarrassed.

"No, dad. Good night."

John sighed. "Night boys."

Stiles shut the door behind him.

"What are you doing here, dude?" Stiles asked, still in shock.

"Wanted to know how your evening went out. You know – your dad and Melissa; just wanted to check on you." Derek confessed. Well it was just half of the truth.

"Aw, that's so nice of you." Stiles smiled and sat down next to Derek. When Derek raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously, Stiles went on. "Oh, yeah. I had a good talk with them. We're good. Really good."

"Great! That's great news, Stiles." Derek smiled.

"How was your evening? What have you guys been doing?" Stiles asked.

"What we've been doing? Nothing - Nothing, really. We just – talked. You know. Like friends. Because that's what we are, right? Friends. Just talked. About stuff, you know. Just talked about stuff." Derek talked himself into trouble. He let out a sigh.

Stiles looked bemused. "Talked about stuff, he?"

Derek bit his lip. "Yeah..." He whispered. He slumped on Stiles bed.

"Wanna talk about it?" Stiles also lay down on his bed.

"I am an idiot..." Derek began.

"Tell me something new, dude." Stiles grinned.

Derek told Stiles about the evening. About the kissing, the making out. About the fact that he couldn't resist Anna's lips when they had been alone at the loft. How they ended up on the couch. He told him about the wolfsbane and how he drove her to the nursing home and about the good night kiss that somehow transformed into another make out session in his car.

"How did it end?" Stiles wanted to know. He was still shocked by Derek's story. He had noticed how they had been looking at each other but that? He didn't expect that. That went fast.

"Well, you know... it had to end, right? We had to stop eventually. It is kinda... well... painful. You know? To kiss someone with wolfsbane in her system and around her neck... her perfect neck..." He whispered.

Stiles chuckled. He had never seen Derek like this. He seemed to really like her.

"And I could feel her being in pain, too. I guess it hurt both of us."

"That sucks."

"Yup. That sucks – big time."

"So...what now?" Stiles turned his head to Derek who was still staring at the ceiling.

"I dunno." Derek whispered.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Derek was confused.

"That you like her? You do, right?"

"I think she knows that already, Stiles. And yes – I like her. "

"Bet she does. But... is there a chance you two..."

"No..." Derek sighed and Stiles sat up.

"Why?" He wanted to know.

"Stiles, did you even listen to me? She is on wolfsbane. She is weak. I can't – we can't – She can't just stop inhaling it because she would turn into a dangerous superwolf. And we can't – you know. Her instincts would kick in. I'm still an alpha and her inner wolf sees me as a threat as long as she is not strong enough to be able to fight me." Derek explained.

"That's fucked up." Stiles summed up.

"Yup. I messed up." Derek sighed again.

"Do you need a hug, wolfie?" Stiles asked which earned him a growl.

It was late when Anna returned to her apartment. She had been driving around for hours just to get her thoughts straight. She had been so confused - It didn't help.

She was still thinking about Derek. His eyes which looked at her so softly and at the same time so demanding. His dark, messy hair. His perfect face. His jawline. His smooth lips. She sighed when she turned the key and opened the door.

She didn't even turn on the light, just threw her bag into the corner. She went straight to her bed just to let herself fall right onto it – face first.

"I'm such an idiot..." She whispered and turned around to stare at the ceiling. The ceiling. She could see it clearly. Every inch of it. It was dark, no light turned on in her apartment. But she could see everything just fine.

She closed her eyes. She heard the fridge, her neighbours arguing next door. She could even hear the person on the other side of the street talking to a friend on the phone. She was sure she could even listen to the person on the other end of the line if she concentrated. Her eyes opened in fear.

No way.

Her instincts came back.

This couldn't be.

It was impossible.

She grabbed the necklace and she could easily smell the wolfsbane and it still hurt. Badly. She coughed – her eyes burned, her throat was on fire.

She tried to calm down.

"No, Susan. I really don't wanna eat that frickin' chicken your mother made. I still don't like it." She could hear the voice through the wall.

She opened her eyes. Okay, Anna. Calm down. Everything is fine.

"NO, it is not because I don't like your mother. I just don't like the chicken!"

Shit.

She jumped off the bed and ran into the kitchen.

She opened a drawer and pulled out a knife.

"OK. Please don't heal. Please." She whispered cutting her palm.

It did, slowly. But it healed within a minute.

"Shit." She sighed.

Anna hadn't slept that night. She had been inhaling wolfsbane until she screamed because it hurt so much. Her muscles ached, her body was sore. Her eyes were red – not that alpha kinda red. Her hair was a mess. She had cut herself several times – not even a scar was left.

She was still sitting on her bed – holding her necklace. Tears were running down her cheeks.

She had to know what was going on. She could smell the burnt waffles that the barista tried to hide from his boss. She could hear him curse – the coffee shop was across the street. She needed help – she needed to know what was happening to her.

Anna grabbed her phone. She dialled.

"Hello?" A male voice appeared.

"Deaton? It's me – Anna. I need your help."