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It had all begun when Derek had requested something from the Bestiary. When Stiles hadn't answered his text message, Derek had stormed over to his house and crawled in his window, interrupting his nap. He could sense the unnatural negative air around the boy, but chose to ignore it. Stiles had nearly fallen off his bed in surprise when Derek shook him awake, earning him a small smirk from the Alpha.
"Oh my God, what do you want?"
"I need your help."
"Did you, Mister Super-Alpha-Derek Hale, just ask for my help?"
"Yes."
"Well I'm sleeping. Try again tomorrow."
"Stiles, it's five in the afternoon."
"I'm sick."
"No you're not."
"Yeah I am."
"Stiles, I smell it if you're sick."
Soon their faces were centimeters apart, neither of them wavering a bit when Stiles grinned, "You smell me? That's attractive."
Derek pursed his lips together, searching his golden eyes before he pulled away.
"Seriously though," Stiles said, sitting down at his laptop, "I don't feel my best."
"Stiles, you're fine. You're just upset...about something. You're not sick. Let's go."
So after hours of searching, they finally found the chapters and sources they needed.
"Wizards Derek?" Stiles asked in disbelief, "Really?"
"What, Stiles? Do you think I can control whatever strange things come to your town?"
"My town?"
Derek answered him with silence, as he watched the boy flip through the pages.
"You were born first."
The Alpha froze when he heard the Sheriff pull into the driveway.
"What do you need to know? Derek?"
"You're Dad's here."
"What? Oh."
"I should go..."
"Oh no you shouldn't! We've been working for hour. You're going nowhere."
"But-"
"He won't even come up here," Stiles growled.
Sure enough, Derek tracked the man into the kitchen, and then into the living room.
"See?"
"Doesn't he normally come up here to check on you?"
"Not today," Stiles said in a low voice, and then raising it to scold him, "Get away from the closet!"
He was answered by silence.
"Because that doesn't make it look any less suspicious. Some big guy hiding in my closet, looking guilty. Statutory!"
"Shut up. What did you find anyways?"
"Just some spells really, nothing really about them. But I don't think Lydia translated it all. I'll ask her tomorrow. I mean we could always take it to Deaton later too."
"Where are they all anyway?"
"Urm, Jackson's having a study group today I think."
"So why aren't you there?"
"I told you. I'm not up to it today. I was going to sleep all day, until you showed your ugly mug."
Derek rolled his eyes.
"I made you better though."
"What?"
"You don't smell anymore."
"Oh, well yippee. Isn't that great."
Derek snorted.
Stiles looked backed down into the book, sighing in desperation.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I can't focus."
"Why not?"
"I didn't take my Adderall today."
"You have ADHD?"
"Yeah? That would be why I'm taking Adderall."
"You could have narcolepsy."
"Well if I'm taking it to focus-"
"Well why didn't you take it?"
"I wasn't planning on doing anything today."
"That doesn't mean you skip a dose!"
"Wha-"
"You have to take it now. Right? As soon as you remember?"
"How do you even know all this stuff anyway?"
"My brother used to have ADHD."
"Werewolves can get that?"
"Werewolves are people too."
"Are you sure? Because sometimes I highly doubt that."
If it had been anyone else, Derek would have gotten upset, but seeing that it was Stiles and that about 97% of his friends were werewolves, he let it go. Stiles began to read some of the words aloud.
"You probably shouldn't do that."
"Why? It's helping me concentrate."
"Well if you took your Adderall..."
"I don't have any left, anyways. My dad's supposed to pick it up on his way home from the night shift."
"Why don't you-you know if you overdose on that stuff-"
"Stop caring! You never care. I took an extra dose when me and Scott were looking up that stuff about the bank."
A curious feeling rose in Derek then. He wondered how much they had put him through regarding research, and the kid could barely sit still when having a normal conversation. He tried to imagine him sitting still for hours hunched over a book or staring at the screen, like he knew he did, despite his impulses. He would keep that in the back of his mind somewhere, and try to give him breaks as often as possible. He was going to thank him or maybe even apologize, but he never did.
"Let's see...oh here's a spell."
"Don't be stupid Stiles."
"It's in latin."
He began to speak in a wierd language that neither of them even understood.
"Stiles-"
"Proelia et didicit lectiones-"
"Stiles!"
"-Quidam amissis familiaribus et amicis aliquot meritus
Non furtum inveniatur iuvenis
A simili hoc est infernum tenetur theif
Linguam et nunc in hoc sacro
Vertimus terga hominem in hunc iuvenem!"
"Stiles!"
"See? Nothing happened. I'm not magica-"
Just then there was a cloud of dust that was rising from the book.
"Oh. My. God! Derek!"
"Stiles! What the hell did you do?"
Derek coughed as the dust reached his face. He shut his eyes and tried to fan the smoke whole room filled with a light grey smoke that was suffocating. He made his way over to the familiar window and opened it, letting the room air out. He was thankful that the over protective Sheriff didn't put a smoke alarm in his room, or they'd both be screwed.
As soon as the smoke settled, Derek called for Stiles.
"Stiles? Hey! Where the fuck are you? I swear if you-"
He stumbled over a pile of clothes, growling annoyedly.
"Stiles!"
He looked down to see that it was the sweatshirt that Stiles had been wearing only minutes earlier.
"Stiles?!"
Just then, there was a horrific noise from behind him.
"Stiles?"
He looked at the door frame to see nothing, but dropped his gaze down to see something. He gaped, not even caring how he looked. There, in the middle of Stiles' room, sat a butt naked baby.
"Fuck."
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