Author's Note: Sterek time. In this cannon, which is the same as the rest of these one shots and my story memories, Derek is only four years older than Stiles, so she's seventeen and he's twenty one. This one has some angrier language and more adult themes… I own nothing.

Back In Town

Stiles knew something was off when she got back to her Jeep after limping off the bus from the eventful night the cross country team had spent at the Glen Capris and slipping away from the small crowd of teen wolves. First off, she needed to air up her left back tire. She was also pretty sure there hadn't been a bloody smear on her blue jeep when she'd left it early yesterday morning. She didn't really think as she hopped into her jeep and drove off. It was only when she found herself pulling into the Loft's parking lot that she began to question her life choices. She sat in her jeep for about five minutes, almost expecting to see one of the puppies chasing her car. When they didn't show up Stiles swore under her breath and slammed her way out of the jeep and into Derek's building.

Derek sat bolt upright when he heard the whine of the bright blue jeep pull into his parking lot. He'd know the sound of that Jeep anywhere. The engine cut and he could hear her heartbeat. She didn't move for a few minutes and Derek jumped slightly as Jennifer put her hand on his arm. He glanced at her and she smiled.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." She glanced at his alarm clock and swore scrambling for her clothes.

"I'm gonna be late for work!" He almost laughed at her as she shrugged on her shirt and pulled on her skirt desperately searching for her heels. He snagged one from behind his bed and handed it over as she snagged the other from under his desk. She flipped her hair and laughed as she pulled on her shoe.

"Sorry. I need to go." Derek nodded.

"It's ok. I'll see you later." She smiled slightly and nodded as she grabbed her purse from where she'd dropped it and left. He was almost glad. He didn't really want Stiles to know he'd gone to her teacher. She hadn't been his first choice. He'd stumbled his way out of the old abandoned mall and off before the Alpha Pack could come back for Ennis. He'd ended up finding his way to the school, it was one of the places in Beacon Hills where she spent the most time. It, her house, the library, one of the bookstores downtown and her signature blue jeep all smelled like her. He'd made his way to the jeep and ended up smearing a long trail of blood above the left wheel well. But her scent had been a few hours old here, she'd already left and he wasn't sure he could wait for her to come back, he needed help and he still wasn't sure who he could trust. Then he'd caught Jennifer's scent. So he'd gone to her. The sex hadn't been planned. He had admittedly enjoyed himself but it hadn't been planned and he wasn't sure it was a good idea. But the alarm had started buzzing which meant Stiles was outside the door. He stood pulling on his boxers and walking over to the door and pulling it open.

Whatever Stiles had been preparing herself for it wasn't this. It wasn't Derek Hale, a perfectly healthy very much not dead Derek by the way, standing in nothing but a rumpled pair of black boxers, his hair a mess, looking like sex on legs. Her brain shorted out for a moment until he raised an eyebrow at her, the glint in his green eyes the only sign of his amusement at her expense. She hated the blush that rose in her cheeks and she tried to speak for a moment before taking her eyes off his abs, seriously you could grind meat on those things and she was trying very hard not to think of what it would be like to run her fingers over them.

'No bad Stiles! Focus!' She took her eyes off the Alpha of all underwear models and spoke clearly this time.

"So I see you're not actually dead, glad to know I was right, again." In keeping her eyes off him, and thus his thoroughly lickable abs, she missed his flinch. He had almost forgotten that yes his whole pack probably thought he was dead after that fight with everything that had happened last night. Then he caught what she'd said.

"Wait, what do you mean you were right?" He stepped back and pulled the door closed after she stepped in, taking a very vested interest in his tiny spiral staircase.

"I knew you weren't dead. The others were still a bit iffy on the subject until this morning, but I knew." Derek felt his ears turn slightly red as Stiles fiddled with something on his desk. He stepped forwards.

"How did you know?" Stiles turned and found Derek a step away from her still very much only in his boxers and had to blink at him for a minute to realize what he said. When she did she shrugged.

"Just knew." She said taking a vested interest in the desk again. She still wasn't quite sure why exactly she was here but she knew he should probably know what had happened last night. Then she spotted something that made her frown. Derek spotted what she'd seen and just about swore. A pair of woman's nylons lay where he had carelessly tossed them last night, ending up draped over his tiny night stand. This time when Stiles looked at him there was fire in her eyes. She pointed at the damning evidence of his late night romp and spoke, her eyes never dipping from his this time. He was almost disappointed.

"Tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing last night." She didn't actually let him answer as her voice rose and she took a few steps forwards the fire in her eyes growing more intense.

"Tell me that while Lydia, Alison and I were literally saving the lives and sanity of your pack you weren't here, having a great time with some woman. Tell me that while Isaac was sobbing under a bed trying to hide from his dead father, Jackson was losing himself to what he did as the Kanima, Erica was jamming herself in a closet screaming that Gerard was going to kill her, Boyd tried to drown himself, and Scott and I almost got blown up by the dark fucking druid that no one wants to listen to me about, you weren't here…" The accusation lay heavy in the air as Derek digested what Stiles had said. She made to storm out of his loft but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back to him. She squawked as he set her on the desk, caging her in with one arm on either side of her. She was about to yell at him but then she spotted that his eyes were glowing bright red, his teeth starting to grow slowly.

"Tell me everything." He demanded it. She took a breath, knowing he could hear her heart beating out a violent tattoo against her ribs but she scrubbed a hand over her eyes and told him all she knew. He never moved and when she reached the end of her tale of woe and near misses of the night before she realized just how close they were and petered off staring at him. He was silent for a moment before he leaned a bit closer. Stiles hadn't thought that that was possible and her blood rushed back to her face turning it vaguely the shade of a tomato.

"You took care of my pack?" His voice was more growly than normal, and for a moment Stiles got the impression that she wasn't talking to the man but the wolf that lived under his skin. She could do nothing but nod. He leaned in even closer his face coming into contact with the curve of her neck. She froze, memories of threats of teeth and throats flashing across her mind. But there were no teeth tearing into her jugular, instead he began to nuzzle into her neck. His movements were gentle, something similar to what Isaac had done last night. Scent marking was what it was called when wolves did it to each other. She wondered what it was called when werewolves did it to a human. She wondered what someone would think if they walked in on this.

She squeaked as his hands wandered up her arms, gently rubbing on any exposed skin. It wasn't exactly like what Isaac had done. Isaac hadn't been this… thorough. She couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips as she felt his teeth scrape gently over the pulse point at the base of her neck. Then the buzzer went off and they both jumped. Derek turned, one of his hands staying on hers as he growled at the door which was pulled open to reveal his sister, Cora who looked beyond relived that he was still alive and was followed closely by Peter who took one look at Derek's hand still on Stiles, and his current state of undress and got a look on his face like the cat who ate the canary. He opened his mouth to speak and Stiles threw up her hands, knocking Derek's hand off hers.

"Nope! Ok. I'm gone, I have had enough weirdness for today. Bye." She hopped off the desk, narrowly dodging Derek as he reached out for her and ran out of the room. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her as she ran. Cora stared after her. Peter had spotted the nylons. He walked over to them and picked them up, catching a whiff of their owner, distinctly not Stiles, and frowned.

"Derek." The alpha turned to his uncle, still looking disappointed and slightly angry at being interrupted, though he honestly wasn't even sure where he'd been planning on going with the scent marking. His wolf was howling in anger at him not having taken his Mate right there on the desk. She had been protecting his pack, he knew she was telling the truth about what had happened, her heartbeat had told him that. She smelled like Pack, she'd always smelled like home. He'd always wanted to burry his head in her neck. He realized he wasn't paying attention to Peter when he got a face full of Jennifer's left behind nylons. He growled out loud and glared at his uncle.

"If you break Stiles' heart, I'm gonna leave yours on her doorstep." Cora stared between the two. All three Hales had been particularly protective of Stiles lately. Derek had begun to be more protective when he and Stiles had discovered that Peter was the Alpha who had killed Laura. Peter had begun to be protective, in his own way which usually meant that he lurked in the shadows when there might be something that wanted to kill her around, after the spell her mother had cast to make everyone forget Stiles' powers had broken. Though he'd never say it aloud, this was because he remembered her as a big eyed bouncing child. Cora had remembered her from the moment they'd rescued her from the Alpha pack and was very protective of her because she too remembered that they were pack. She deferred to Stiles when Derek wasn't around. She couldn't help but agree with Peter.

Derek rolled his eyes but his wolf growled in agreement with his uncle. But he didn't say anything out loud. Instead he threw the nylons in the trash and walked over to his tiny dresser in the corner and began to get dressed he had to go talk to his pack.