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That scar, he had seen it several times in his dreams but only one time in real life.. but it was impossible. He shook his head, it just be someone else. With the exact same scar? He asked himself. It wasn't exactly a common shape for a scar. It had been from a snake type man which had spit acid at Stiles, who had ducked but too slow so instead of hitting him in the eyes it hit him on various spots the top of his forehead. The acid had gone down his forehead before Stiles had wiped it off so it didn't hit his eyes. The result was a unique patchwork of deep chemical burns that had healed into deep scars.
"What?" Stiles asked jolting Derek slightly out of his thoughts and he realized he had been staring at Stile's forehead for a few moments.
"It's healed good." is what tumbled out of Derek's mouth. He had never told Stiles about the man who had saved his life when he was teen. In fact till that moment he had thought the man was delusion of his fevered mind. He thought that it was really his Dad and he had hallucinated the scar and his Dad had gone back in for more people and had never come out.
"Okay." Stiles said and turned back around a tube of some sort of strong smelling muscle pain relieving creme in his hand and went back to his room. Derek shook his head, trying to clear his mind from his earlier thoughts. He tried to focus his attention back on his show but his thoughts wouldn't cooperate. He kept seeing Stiles's scar and comparing it to the memory of the scar in his dreams. It looked exactly the same, despite the fact that that was quite impossible. He glanced at the clock and sighed, he had work tomorrow if he didn't want to be tired he would have to go to bed soon. While he was a werewolf and that afforded him some leeway on how much he had to sleep each night, he still did have to sleep eventually. Although, he had a feeling that even if he went to bed he would not be sleeping much that night
He was right he had only slept an hour last night, the only reason he was able to even pry himself out of bed was because he was a werewolf. He smelt food in the air and looked at his alarm clock on his bedside table. He was running a little late if Stiles had already brought food in. A person could set their clock to Stiles, he always brought food at the same time every day. He always brought breakfast and they would go get dinner together before hunting the monster of the day. On the rare nights where there was none or the person/being agreed to the peaceful solution they would go home and Stiles would do more research. Ir was all very much the same every singe day. But today was different because all Derek could think about was Stiles's scar, which he had still yet to cover again in gauze.
"What?" Stiles voice came again this time showing a hint of annoyance.
"Nothing." Derek said, because he was pretty sure that if shared his thoughts aloud even with the amount of crazy they dealt with in their normal lives, Stiles would think he was in fact crazy.
"If it's nothing do you think you can stop staring at me?" Derek blinked and wondered if that was the longest non-supernatural related conversation they had had all week maybe all month. Derek wasn't exactly a chatterbox, he preferred to express his self with non-verbal cues. Stiles used to rattle on all the time about anything and everything and used to flail around. Now he was mostly silent and with two non-chatty guys there wasn't much conversation.
"Your scar." he found himself saying despite himself. Stiles raised his eyebrow. "It's has an unusual shape." Derek said. Stiles nodded and his hand went up his scared forehead. "Do you think that anyone in the world has a scar that looks like that?" Derek said asking the question he wanted to know the answer to without telling Stiles why. Stiles shrugged.
"Vocal answer please." Derek said, it was what Stiles to say all the time when Derek would use his nonverbal expressions he liked so much and Stiles couldn't decipher it or wanted Derek to say it aloud. Stiles looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You want me to tell you what I think about someone else having a scar like mine?" Yeah when Stiles said it that way it did sound crazy.
"Yeah." Derek said softly
"I have absolutely no idea or opinion about that. "Stiles said and turned his attention back to he book. Derek blinked, he wasn't really surprised though. He looked at the clock and realized that he was running late, he might even have to use his werewolf speed to get ready and get to work on time. He speed out of the kitchen to his room, where he put on his clothes in record time, then grabbed his keys, picked up the partially eaten burrito from the table and left.
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