Stiles woke up the next morning, and started to freak out. He was in an unknown room, the walls were black, and the lenins he was under were red. Stiles was on the verge of a panic attack, when Derek walked into the room. "Stiles, What's wrong?" Stiles eyes snapped to Derek's face. After a few seconds, Stiles remembered the events from yesterday, as they played in his head, Derek came closer. "Sorry." Stiles said, "Forgot where exactly I was." Derek huffed out a laugh and stood up from the bed. "There is food downstairs, if you're hungry." Before the words were out of Derek's mouth, Stiles was running down the stairs. He followed the smell of food, until he reached a dining room. There was a huge set up of anything you would ever want on the dining room table. Stiles pulled up a chair and sat down. He grabbed his fork, getting everything he wanted onto his plate, before he started to scarf it down. Derek smiled at Stiles from the doorway.
After Stiles was finished with his food he smiled at Derek. "Did you make this?" Stiles questioned. "Yes." Derek confirmed. Stiles smiled at him, "Marry me please." Stiles laughed as he left the room. Derek sighed, "If only." He muttered under his breath. Derek collected Stiles' dirty dishes and walked them into the kitchen. Stiles was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Derek watched as Stiles fumbled with the coffee maker. To Derek it seemed like thats how it should be every night. Derek was pulled from his thoughts at Stiles' words. "I gotta go home, going to tell my dad about... Lycans, witches, all that stuff." Stiles sipped his coffee, his left hand resting on the bar behind him, as he watches Derek set dished in the sink. "Want me to come?" Derek asked, as he turned around to look at Stiles. "Sure." Stiles walked over to Derek, grabbing his hand. Derek seemed shocked by this for a second, but soon realised it was just to teleport. Derek was oblivious at how much Stiles liked holding Derek's hand.
When they appeared in Stiles' room, Stiles didn't let go of Derek's hand. Derek didn't mind, but it left his mind to run wind with questions. Stiles started to pull Derek's hand towards the door, so he followed Stiles down the steps and into the kitchen. "Dad I need to tell you something very important." John looked up from the newspaper in his hand, looking to Stiles, then to Derek, then to Stiles and Derek's hands. "I dont approve." John said as he looked back down at his news paper. Stiles let so of Derek's hand, "No, thats not it." John looked up from his paper then, one eyebrow climbing to his hairline in a questionable manner. "You see, for a year I've been running with the werewolves. Like Derek." Stiles waited for his dad to scream, but when he didn't, Stiles continued to speak. "Do you know what mom was dad?" John was shocked by the answer. "She wasn't no damn werewolf." Stiles laughed before sitting down across from his father. "No, but she was a witch, and I have inherited her power." John raised his hand, letting his newspaper drop, "Stiles, I know about the supernatural. But why are you here with Derek?" Stiles seemed shocked by his father's words but spoke, "He, is my alpha, I guess." Stiles turned to Derek. "Right?" Derek laughed. "Yes." John stood up, "Stiles could I talk to you alone?" Stiles nodded before grabbing his father's shoulder and teleporting them somewhere in Texas.
John smiled at him, "Your mother used to do that all the time." Johns eyes turned seouse. "We need to have a talk about the Hale family. Do you know who killed your mother Stiles?" Stiles was confused, but decided to keep the conversation going. "No." John looked down. "Dimitri Hale, He was trying to create a Hybrid. Half were, half vampire. Your mother didn't approve of the attempts, She decided to stop them. She went to the Hale house, pleading with Dimitri to stop the trials. Dimitri didn't like that she knew, and thought she was going to tell, so he killed her. I burned down the Hale house, for revenge and to stop the trails." John looked up and when he did he was looking into blood red eyes. "Your of the five. That would have been nice to know." Stiles grabbed John's shoulder, teleporting them back.
"Stiles wait." Were the only words John got out before he grabbed Derek and teleported out of the house.
Stiles and Derek landed in Derek's bedroom, Stiles out off of the bed, and started to pace the room. "Do you have any idea what your father was attempting?" Stiles almost yelled after he had stopped pacing the room like a madman. Derek stood up, confused. "No, I don't. Tell me?" Derek asked in a small voice, trying not to threaten the young witch. Stiles scram, full out scram. Sending a massive earthquake from the hale house, almost 40 miles away. Stiles flew himself on the bed, out of breath. Derek scooted up the bed, resting his head next to Stiles'. "Stiles what did your father tell you?" Derek asked, knowing he didn't really want the answer. Stiles pressed two fingers to each side of Derek's head, directly on his temples. Within seconds Derek was having a vision of the events that happened in texas.
When Derek opened his eyes, he noticed he was strapped down to the bed. Derek pulled on the cuffs, trying to break them, he looked up, finding that they were glowing a faint blue. 'Great, magic bound hand cuffs.' Derek thought. "Dont bother. They're indestructible. Your not going to go kill my father are you?" Derek looked up, and Stiles was at the foot of the bed, looking down at Derek. Derek turned his face away, "I won't attack your father." Stiles smiled. "Good." He climbed up the bed, touching each of the locks, watching them snap open. "Don't make me lock you up again." Stiles got off of Derek and walked towards the door. Before he left he whispered so low, "Unless you're into that kind of thing." Derek didn't even know if Stiles actually said it or if it was his mind playing its tricks.