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Chapter six:

He had abandoned Stiles. Granted, Stiles was a ghost and if he willed himself hard enough, he could go to a certain place. But Derek had driven off without him. Does this mean that the sour wolf actually wants to be alone, instead of just saying it and then putting up with Stiles' presence for the sake of it?

Stiles couldn't actually believe that his mate would do such a thing. Okay, so Stiles had only just found out about that when he woke up, but still. Derek wouldn't do such a thing, would he? Leave poor, helpless Stiles in the middle of the parking lot, freezing to death. Yeah, yeah, he was ghost and supposed to be cold, so? He could be even more cold then usual.

He froze when he heard a little girl's voice behind him, as he spun around and saw a girl standing, eyes wide and innocent, staring at the strange man before her. She was a cute little girl too; red curly hair, and bright blue eyes as bright as the sky on a nice day, as she looked up upon Stiles, who was still feeling the after affects of abandonment.

"I saw what that mean man did too you," she said after a while. "I'm sorry."

Stiles looked shocked. "How can you see me? Isn't it something like children can see ghosts, because of their brain or sight or something? Well, who cares? It's great to have someone other then my right and left hand to talk to. What's your name?"

"Caroline," The girl said. "Momma is over there, unpacking the shopping. I told her I was going to see the man in the middle of the parking lot, and she said whatever."

"It's okay, Caroline, I'm not going to hurt you," Stiles said genuinely, and smiling. "I'm just so relived that I can talk to you, instead of talking to that mean man who left me. It was mean, wasn't it!"

Caroline giggled. "You're funny. And you talk too much. But I like it."

Stiles smiled at his new friend. "I promise you, Caroline, when I get out of this mess, I am going to be a friend to you, okay? I'll see you soon, promise?"

"Pinkie promise?" Caroline held out her pinkie. "C'mon, Stiles, momma gonna come get me soon."

Stiles tried to hook his pinkie with Caroline's, but it wouldn't work.

"Just know that I keep my promises," Stiles said after a moment of silence.

"Okay, Stiles," Caroline replied. "I'll see you soon."

Stiles watched as Caroline ran off over to her mom, who looked down at her frowningly, and grabbing her arm harshly, dragging her into the car by the harsh grip. Stiles thought to himself, I'm going to help that girl, if it's the last thing I do.

Stiles was fuming by the time he reached the Hale house. Stiles didn't know where Derek was, and he really didn't care. He just wanted to tear Derek a new one after what he did. Even if he was a ghost…ah! He was sick of all this ghost business. Ghost this…ghost that…. It's just like, shut the fuck up! Yes, Stiles is a ghost! YAY!

"DEREK!" Stiles yelled. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"

A sheepish looking alpha came from the stairs, as he looked Stiles over, before his face-hardened into a glare, glaring at the human…ghost…whatever!

"Dude!" Stiles exclaimed. "You left me at that store! Thanks for that, by the way! Great!"

Derek sighed. "You were getting on my nerves."

"Communication, Derek! Very good, you know, to use when wanting to tell someone something!" Stiles exclaimed. "I didn't know I was getting on your nerves for real! You always say that, so I was just going along with it! Next time, heads up!"

"Next time?" Derek asked. "No way is there going to be a next time."

"Oh, so say I wake up, you're not going to go to the store with me when I come out to get my medication and shit? Gonna leave me to grow ill again?" Stiles asked him.

Derek glared and growled. "That was a low move, even for you."

"What? It has to be said!" Stiles cried out in frustration. "You all have high hopes that I'm going to just wake up and be all fine and dandy, but what happens if I don't wake up? I'll just die. No Stiles. Ever. And you can sit there, and growl and glare all you want at me, but I know that you don't want that happening. I saw you at the hospital, Derek. You cried. Cried. Over me. So you can just stand there, and drive away from me in parking lots all you want, but I know that you actually care whether I live or die. Now, I'm going to go somewhere I'm wanted. Bye."

"Stiles, wait—" Derek started to say.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Stay, please," Derek said. "We can watch season one and two of Supernatural if you really want to. Just—just remember that it hard for me to express my, uh, feelings, okay? Yeah, I admit that I cried. But just that once, since the fire and afterwards. Tell anyone this and I'll rip your throat out—"

"With your teeth," Stiles said lazily. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Derek sighed. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"It's a fuck yeah."

Derek had started on the couch, but since Stiles couldn't sit on it, he had ended up on the floor on one of the big couch cushions. Stiles had mumbled his way through Supernatural, quoting and what not, before Derek told him to shut up because he was actually into this program.

Stiles laughed. "Really? Not a NCIS kind of guy, then?"

Derek growled. "No, I find those programs boring and unneeded."

"Oh, so you're a nature channel kinda guy, huh? Well, that's what I would have pegged you for. You seem that boring guy, and then if something like zebras or horses, you would growl because that's what you like to eat, right?"

Derek growled, again. "One: I don't like to watch the nature channel, because sometimes it has things about wolves and I don't like hearing the facts. Two: Don't ever peg me to something. And three: If you haven't noticed, Stiles, there aren't actually any zebras around here. And I have never actually eaten a horse."

"Have you ever eaten a bunny?" What, Stiles was curious, sue him.

"No. I don't think my father was ever that cruel."

"So what did you eat? Normal, boring human food like me?"

Derek shook his head. "No. My mom used to cook for the whole family, and it used to be so good. My favourite was lasagne."

"I'll make you one, one day," Stiles said. "My mom used to always smell like lavender. That's why my dad doesn't get the lavender scented soap, or washing detergent, or those scented candles that make your nose itchy. That's also the reason why we don't have many photos of her either. My dad doesn't like to see her face."

"At least you have him," Derek said softly, turning towards Stiles.

Stiles thought for a moment. "True. But you have Peter."

Derek growled. "Great."

"No, I'm serious. Yeah, I know that you guys have some trust issues since he killed your sister, and tried to bite me, and then you slashed his throat, but he came back to life with a ridiculous amount of knowledge of Jackson…sorry." Derek was glaring at him. "All I'm saying is that, even though he isn't really the greatest, he is the only family you have left, and I think that's important."

Derek thought for a moment. "I guess you're right."

"Thank you!" Stiles said.

"Now can we focus on the Winchesters?"

"Sam or Dean?"

Derek looked confused at Stiles. "Huh?"

"Sam or Dean? Which one would you do?"

Derek growled. "Just because my mate is male, doesn't mean I'm gay."

"So you don't think blue looks good on me?" Stiles teased. "I'm really hurt, Derek." When Derek growled, Stiles tried to nudge him. Damn ghost! "C'mon, Derek, don't be such a fucking pussy, just pick one."

"Fine," Derek growled. "I say it has to be…Dean. He's all right."

"All right!? Have you seen the body on that thing?" Stiles exclaimed. "You could cook an egg on that, he's that hot."

Derek growled.

Stiles laughed. "Don't worry, Sour wolf, you're at the top of my list of hotness. I haven't actually seen your abs, but when I do, I know I will be blown away. I mean, you can see them through your shirt, and it's like, boner! But you know…"

"Thank you, I guess." Stiles' cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I bet you'll look good, if you take all those layers off."

"I like my layers. It's a Stiles thing."

"Just like sarcasm is?"

"How did you know!?" Stiles laughed, and even Derek cracked a small smile. "Seriously though, since I've been a ghost, I found out there is actually a nice person somewhere in there, underneath all the growling and frowning."

Derek's cheeks almost flushed red. Key word being almost. "Thank you, Stiles. Did you know that you aren't as annoying—you know what, you actually are always annoying. But you are tolerable."

Stiles smiled. They were getting better at communicating with one another.

"Another pack meeting?" Stiles asked as Derek sat down in the chair, waiting for the pack to come calling at his door. "You've had like five in the past week."

Derek growled. Really? Stiles rolled his eyes. "The pack wants to connect with you, talk to you."

Stiles aww'd. "Awww! That's so sweet!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Derek muttered. "I'm stuck with this for a mate."

"Yep!" Stiles exclaimed. "S-T-U-C-K!" Stiles thought about it. "Why do you think you're stuck with me? It could be the other way round. That now my ass is also laboured because yours is. Does that mean I'm second alpha because I'm alpha's mate? Because that is totally cool!"

"You're more pack mom," Derek said simply. "That's why they want you so badly."

"Well, I'm a taken man," Stiles joked. Derek rolled his eyes. "Oh, cheer up, sour wolf, you are mated to a hot man." Stiles licked his finger, pressed it to his right ass cheek and made a hissing noise with his teeth. "Is it hot in here or is it just me? I'm so hot, you can bake cookies on me? It getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes! And that's only because I is in the house, y'all!"

"Done?" Derek said impatiently.

Stiles nodded. "I'm am feeling so hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off." Derek glared. "I'm sorry?"

Derek just rolled his eyes.

Jackson's porsche could be heard outside, and Stiles started to jump about excitedly.

"Jackson and Lydia are here, Derek!" He exclaimed. "Jackson and Lydia!"

"I get it, Stiles," Derek huffed. "Now sit on the floor and shut up."

Peter chuckled, coming in from the kitchen. "I didn't hear what Stiles was saying, but you know, I can guess that it was something that would piss you off."

"Peter, my man, you know me too well," Stiles said.

"He said, 'Peter, my man, you know me too well,'" Derek said to Peter.

Peter smirked.

Jackson and Lydia, king and queen of Beacon Hills High, walked in and spotted their alpha and Peter already here. Jackson was the first to open his mouth, Lydia staying quiet at the site of the dreaded penis head that made her the crazy of the town. Stiles thought Derek over took that place since he was talking to thin air, or Stiles, who was a ghost.

"Hey," Jackson said. He looked over to Derek. "Stiles here?"

Derek growled. "No."

"Yeah, I am, sour wolf," Stiles said. He went to punch Jackson's shoulder, but he couldn't. Jackson knew it was him anyway. "HA!"

Jackson smirked. "He is here, sour wolf."

Cue growl from the ridiculously hot alpha werewolf.

Scott and Allison were the next ones to arrive. Derek had told Scott straight that Stiles had been pissing him off, so he tried to pawn Stiles off on to Scott, but Scott shook his head sadly and greeted his best buddy. Well, said hi.

"So, is Mr Stilinski and Mrs McCall coming?" Jackson asked a moment of silence later.

"I hope so!" Scott said. "Plus, John told me he was coming. I ran into him at the store when he was buying vegetables. He's trying to stay healthy for Stiles, you know, because Stiles would have his ass if he didn't."

"Damn straight," Jackson said. "Right, Stiles?"

"YEAH!" Stiles shouted.

"He said yeah," Derek said for Stiles.

John and Mrs McCall showed up at the same time Isaac, Erica and Boyd showed up. Soon, the meeting was in session. Today, the issue at hand was what movie to watch: The Avengers, The Notebook—Derek had secretly thrown that out the window, he knew Lydia had more then one copy—or Casino Royale, James Bond. Most of the votes were for Avengers, even though Stiles demanded James Bond. It's James Bond, who doesn't love James Bond? A crazy person obviously.

Stiles and Derek were next to each other on a cushion on the floor, while John and Melissa, who both Scott and Stiles suspected something to be going on, were sharing the oversized armchair, Melissa's feet draped across his lap. Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Jackson and Peter had some sort of doggy pile going on, on the main couch, while Scott, Lydia and Allison shared the other couch. All in all, it was cosy.

"Derek," Stiles whispered. "You look really hot right now."

Derek growled softly. "Shut up, Stiles."

"Seriously, do you wanna start air making out? Just to see how it feels?" Stiles asked.

Derek growled. Everyone sshed him.

"Haha," Stiles said, "I just thought of this one. You're in the dog house."

Derek ended up getting sshed many time during that film. More then he really wanted to be sshed.

By the end of the film, Scott, Allison and Lydia had fallen asleep on each other, Melissa and John the same. Isaac went up to his room, as did Erica with Boyd, and Jackson picked Lydia up off Scott and Allison. Derek went upstairs, not caring what anybody else did, and collapsed on his bed.

"Goodnight, Derek," Stiles said. "I'm not gonna make you stay awake. You deserve a goodnights sleep."

Stiles started to hum. Just a slow tune, but Derek was out like a light with in five seconds. Stiles smiled down next to him, before flashing away.

Stiles got to his hospital room after he willed himself to be there. He saw himself lying there.

"C'mon, you've gotta wake up," He told his body. "You have to fight. You can't leave Derek alone, you just can't. So, please, just wake up and go back to him. He needs someone like us right now. And you're letting me down just a little."

Stiles flashed out without so much as a word.

There had to be some confrontation between Stiles and Derek, but it's all good now;) Thank you for reviewing - again! I've realised I say it quite a bit, but it's because I love the feedback I get;)

Getting into this now:D