Stiles sat on the porch, looking out into the pitch black woods surrounding him. Behind him was a house, a home, with a warm fire and everything he could ever need. Above the fireplace was a small sketch of his mother. Beside it was one of his father. And then ones of all of Derek's family. And along the floor were rugs so his feet did not get cold. The walls were lined with pictures of far off places, some they'd visited, some they would soon. Stiles smiled, yes everything he could ask for was here, save one thing. He sat back in his chair, the warm summer air growing cooler in the night. These woods, Stiles had made them his own, his home. Sometimes he danced with the trees, knowing every root and branch, he moved gracefully among the old souls surrounding his small home. Tonight was not a night for dancing, it was a night for sitting, and waiting. The silence was perfect, crickets chirped, the wind rustled the trees, and off in the distance a wolf howled. Red eyes burned, suddenly on Stiles. Their glowing fire pierced the darkness and Stiles felt his heart beat faster. The eyes grew closer and suddenly a huge black wolf stepped into the light casting down from the inside of the house. Stiles stood, and reached out a hand to the brute of a canine. Slowly, the creature turned from a wolf into a man and that man took Stiles's hand and followed him inside.
"How was your trip?" Stiles asked as they sat by the fire.
"Uneventful." Derek replied. "I picked enough for Mr. and Mrs. S and still had enough for you." He said handing Stiles a small bouquet of yellow flowers.
"Thank you." Stiles said softly as he put his head on Derek's shoulder.
"Next time you can come too." Derek said putting his arm around Stiles. "They miss you."
"I miss them too." Stiles said softly. "I love you."
"I love you too."