Stiles didn't expect to wake up in Derek's bed.
He also didn't expect to be naked in Derek's bed.
Blinking sleep out of his eyes; he turned his head ever so slightly to the left. There he saw Derek, turned away from him, but by the way that he was breathing; Stiles guessed he was still asleep.
Hesitating slightly, he slid himself out of the bed and realised that he couldn't see his clothes.
"Crap," He muttered, scanning the small room, which was only filled by a bed and a dresser. "How the hell do you lose clothes in a room this small?"
Stiles inwardly groaned when the door to the room creaked slightly and he froze, listening for any sounds of movement. When there was none; he breathed a sigh of relief before exiting the room.
The main entrance was completely trashed; empty cups and plates all over the floor, streamers still hung from the beams; the floor and walls were covered in paint and what Stiles hoped wasn't vomit.
He saw his clothes lying on the floor, next to the sofa, he grinned before running over to them, and hurriedly pulling them on. And then froze when he heard the front door slid open.
Isaac was standing in the doorway. For a few moments they had a stare off; Isaac's face mirroring confusion and some emotion Stiles couldn't depict.
"You took Scott's favour seriously huh?" Isaac finally broke the silence, a smirk creeping up on his face.
"Shut up Isaac," Stiles glared back, pulling his pants back on.
Isaac entered the apartment, his eyes trained on the mess around the apartment.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles muttered, putting his belt on.
"I was supposed to be looking for you, but I guess I found more than I bargained for,"
"Yeah well you found me now you can leave," Stiles stated.
"What so you and Derek can go for it again?"
Stiles glared at Isaac again before grabbing his shoes and walking towards the entrance; he was about to leave before he turned on his heels and muttered to Isaac, who was still standing; his hands in his pockets and amused smirk on his face.
"You tell absolutely no one about this; as far as you're concerned I was never here," He didn't wait for a reply, turned and slammed the door behind him.
Lydia hadn't been able to sleep at all that night. She tried to shut him out of her mind. How was he possibly here? She hadn't seen him for years.
He wasn't who she remembered. She sat down on her bed, listening to the rain pour outside the window; angry that she'd forgotten to find Stiles.
The morning hadn't been kind to her; so much so that she had woken up at around 5am and hadn't gotten out of bed since. She'd been rolling her thoughts around in her head for so long and her brain hurt.
She'd tried to think of a way to figure out why he was here. And she'd only been able to figure out what was happening. It was her last resort but she reached over and grabbed her phone.
Hesitantly she scrolled down to a number and taking a deep breath she pressed the call button and waited for the reply. There was a click and a voice rang out.
She breathed in slightly before replying her voice shaking.
"Jackson; it's Lydia, I need your help, he's back,"