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It started when he was 6.
He noticed that he wasn't like other kids- I mean, he noticed that not every kid could see what he saw, he noticed how not every kid felt the things he did, not every kid was like him. He also noticed a new kid, small, and weak- And he saw how he was treated by the bigger and stronger kids, so he protected him. Because like his mother always told him "Those who are strong protect the weak, and those who are weak help the strong in their own ways- Because someone is only weak if they want to be, Mischief, there are many types of strength in this world." And she was more than right- The mind is a very powerful weapon after all! Stiles weaponized words to hurt others and protect himself from others, but it ended up not being enough.
As he laid upon the Nemeton, hand clutching the bleeding wound on his stomach, he remembered how exactly he got here- It happened at the end, after getting rid of Monroe for good the McCall pack went on with their lives, Stiles included.
But then again, this was Beacon Hills and nothing stays peaceful!
With a corrupted Nemeton with a Nogitsune right beneath its roots? Of course the land itself would become cursed to draw in chaos, pain, and death! The very presence of the Nogitsune corrupted the land, which was bad because no one really thought about releasing the thing back to the Void where it came from but Stiles- Which is why he is bleeding right now. Well, Stiles had gotten the Nogitsune box and was ready to prepare the cleansing ritual when Scott McCall came running through the trees with their pack right behind. Stiles has been numb for a long long time, ever since Derek Hale rejected him as his Mate which was something that destroyed him.
The rejection caused him emotional and mental pain, right after the whole Nogitsune fiasco he was rejected by Derek when he left with Braeden and didn't even look back- He broke Stiles' heart and later he learned he broke their Mate Bond, which was extremely painful for both sides. Stiles bets all his remaining minutes of life that Derek was used to that pain and therefore didn't care about what he was going through, which sounds like Derek a lot.
The pain of being rejected was so much he started smoking and drinking just to try and numb himself, his own Darkness was consuming more and more of his mind and he honestly didn't care. He learned magic to help his pack, he learned fighting to help his pack, he learned as much as he could and even so- After everything he did for his pack, Scott McCall still sank his claws on his stomach just because Deaton told him Stiles was doing something magical with the Nogitsune.
Stiles was sad that he wasn't surprised- Their friendship was broken long ago, and hurting so much drives one numb to pain, so numb that he got tired and tired of life to the point of stopping his game of pretend- He still has empathy inside, he just doesn't really care, he's freshly out of love and care to give even though its in the air.
Coughing his blood onto the bark of the Nemeton covered in runes, Stiles smiled- Because this was the last part, a sacrifice. He wanted to sacrifice a deer or rabbit, but himself? Even better seeing as it will clean the land from its corruption and heal the Nemeton enough so the land stops drawing in evil- Hopefully.
As he closed his eyes, he felt a warm embrace, he whispered to himself even though he knew the werewolves around him could hear: "I can rest now... Right?" He sighed, his whole body going numb as he let himself relax, his muscles gave up and his arm fell to the side as he willingly gave himself to the Nemeton in hopes of helping it heal. There was a green glow from the stump as the runes glowed golden, Stiles' body was completely consumed by the stump alongside the box he held alongside him- The very land screamed in pain, shaking and tearing apart as dark smoke rose from the ground and into the stump it was absorbed, it happened all around Beacon Hills, the smoke simply rose to the sky before vanishing, although the streets cracked it was taken as an unfortunate earthquake by the population of Beacon County, California.
Hundreds died in the process, but the land was cleansed, saving thousands to come! It also healed the Nemeton, the tree was grateful for the effort the little spark did for it to regain its full strength and heal the land-
So a thank you was due, don't you think so?
There were voices all around him when he woke up, blinking at the sudden light on his face- "Mr. Stilinski, are you alright?" He blinked once, twice, thrice before the light was promtly taken away by whoever was holding it in front of him, he felt pain through his whole body but that he was already used to- Instead, he decided to sit down so he could look around, still with his eyes closed he breathed in and out to calm his quick heartbeat; "Mr. Stilinski?" The same voice called him, he opened his eyes and turned to look at a woman wearing something he saw as a nurse uniform? "Mr. Stilinski, are you alright?" He groaned loudly as a headache stang in his head, almost like he was having his head burning?
"Yeah sure, i guess, being dead would've been better though." He chuckled dryly to his own joke as he turned his attention around him- There were people? Yeah, teens. About a few dozen of them, surrounding him? "Did i pass out in a school or something? Damn, this is embarrassing even for me, i guess." He tried to get up and instantly a nauseating sensation overwhelmed him, he fell again and kneeled before something started to come out from his mouth, he coughed overwhelmed by pain for a moment, so he did what he knew to do-
He used his Spark to heal whatever damage he had while his Darkness helped him with his pain so he wouldn't pass out- Holding his head he coughed the rest of his lunch on the ground, he cringed hard when his head hurt again, there was a sickly sensation on his nose and red on his chin- Oh, he had a nosebleed? Cool, not his first time but it still is weird.
"Holy shit, i he dying?" He heard someone say from the sidelines as Stiles felt a little like he was convulsing: "I sure hope i am." Stiles spat on the ground right by his vomit, since he wanted to get rid of the taste of vomit on his mouth and the ground was already dirty with his vomit and blood anyway! "Urgh, i hate this shit." Stiles finally got up, ignoring whatever the nurse wanted to say, instead he just shrugged her hand on his shoulder as he went directly to the exit: "Mr. Stilinski, for the love of God, stop! We called the ambulance-"
Stiles just turned to her, looked her right in the eye and said: "Lady, I'm not paying 500 dollars to get a ride on the wee-woo wagon, plus, Hail Satan or whatever because i if God exists, he is a fucking sadist." And with that- Stiles went to his jeep, it was where he always parked it in school, he brought himself to the hospital.
He didn't have any memories of whatever happened- Did he go back in time by dying? This certainly isn't a dream because he can tell when he is dreaming now, he learned a skill with magic after his Darkness manifested, it was very useful for a bunch of things around dark magic or illusion magic, even chaos magic was really useful with his Darkness, or the good ol' pain resistance enchantment that made it easier for his mind to handle pain and worked as a little bit of adrenaline, making him ignore most of his damage.
When he arrived at the hospital, his father was there? He looked really mad about something but Stiles ignored him and went to tbe receptionist and asked about a doctor, he felt a little dizzy before hearing the woman speak something... He felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed immediately, ready to break the hand of whoever touched him, only to see his dad's concerned face.
"Stiles?"
Stiles only looked at his hand covered in blood, in fact, his whole shirt was covered in blood. "Dad?" Wincing at how his voice was weak, Stiles lookrd up back at his dad: "My nose. It's bleeding." He felt his knees gave way and the ground fast approaching before he closed his eyes as his Darkness pulled his consciousness away, making him almost a bystander on his own mind, which was something he got used to after a while. His Darkness was the other side of the coin that he was, like a reflection of himself, just a part that is more of a thought and instinct than mind.
Like the wolf of a Werewolf- Instead, his looks more like a fox, sadly.
Noah has never been so afraid in his life before.
Watching his son look at him with his bloodshot eyes wide, pupils dilated, clearly with adrenaline pumping through his blood- And when said adrenaline faded from his system, he fell right before his eyes, there was so much blood on his body that Noah felt like he was dying before his own eyes! Instantly he went to the Emergency Room, they had to cauterize his nose so it would stop bleeding, they checked him and there was no signs of brain damage or any other damage, thankfully it wasn't a tumor- Noah thanked every God there was about that, but somehow the blood vessels on his son's nose just... Broke?
There was some damage which all seemed to point to some form of vascular malfunctioning, which was rare. Noah felt like there was more to it, but he waited- That was until Talia came to see him in his son's room.
Talia was the Head Alpha of Beacon Hills, and as the Sheriff of course he knows about the supernatural, he has been keeping his family as far away from it as possible and he is happy in that way- But today something weird happened, witnesses reported that Stiles suddenly had a headache and started screaming in pain before passing out, he woke up later, tried to get up and started throwing up before he started bleeding from his nose hard- The nurse called an ambulance but his son actually recused and came to the hospital on his own jeep instead he said, and i quote: "I'm not paying 500 dollars to get on the wee-woo wagon." Before hailing satan and leaving-
All the kids that watched it said it was kinda punk, Noah finds it disturbingly amusing but mostly disturbing.
"Noah." Talia greeted him as she entered the room his son was in, he didn't need much- They cauterized the bleeding on his nose and his blood pressure was checked, he would be fine in about a few hours, but he still had to stay for a day and be observed. The headache he felt must've probably been a migraine that came alongside the pain of having his blood vessels burst from within his nose which is rare but happens. "Is he alright?"
Noah nodded, there was still the scent of sadness and worry around his body, Talia understood- She would've felt the same if it was one of her five babies in that bed. "I came here to check on you and him Noah, i hope-" Noah stopped her by saying something she didn't expect: "We should tell him." She stopped, looking at the worn out man and his red eyes, there she saw his desperation and determination all mixed in one: "Today i noticed- He could die at any moment Talia, and being attacked by a supernatural just because he smells like me and i am known to be part of your pack is certainly an option- As is nosebleed, what the fuck?" Talia let the man let out a shaky breath and wet laughter, tears streaking down his cheeks.
"If that is what you want Noah, we will tell him. When do you want to do it?" Talia had a lot of respect for the man, not only because he saved her life and her family's life by breaking the mountain ash line surrounding their house but also because he was the one to find the culprit and send them to jail- Gerard is safely behind bars, if he's even alive right now considering his age and all that human fragility.
"When he's out of this hospital." Noah's voice was back to the confident one she knew, she nodded once before they fell in a silence that lasted about 10 seconds before Noah sighed, saying: "They think he has Vascular Malfunction, or his blood vessels somehow exploded inside his nose, which made him bleed a lot and he fainted because of his blood loss, he had to get blood transfusion but he's alright now." Talia waited for him to say something else, but he didn't, so she decided to speak: "Scott asked if he could maybe visit Stiles, after he found out that Stiles was brought to the hospital- Ever since he had keep away from Stiles you know how he's being."
Last year (Junior) Scott and a few other teens were bitten by a Feral Alpha, turning a few of them into Werewolves and even awakening a Banshee.
For his son's own sake, he told Talia to keep Scott away from Stiles, which the boy did. He now was always alongside Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, and Lydia Martin which Noah heard about.
He was happy that Scott had better friends now- The moment he heard his son say that, it broke his heart, but he was willing to protect Stiles from the supernatural even if it meant he had to be alone through High-school!
He kept telling him that once he moved away to college he'd make more friends, he'd forget Scott and he would be happy again maybe even get a girlfriend? His son stopped being cheerful as he was, it pained him, but he'd rather have a broken heart than the broken body of his son because he was killed by some supernatural creature.
In the end, he almost died of something so mundane as a nosebleed.
Talia left shortly after and Noah stood there- Watching his son.
Stiles came to consciousness with a wince of pain- Memories that weren't his filled his mind, things he didn't live and things he lived came to his mind, and he felt it deep within, how his mind absorbed the memories of the Stiles of this body. 'Huh.' Stiles went through his new set of memories and soon he realized: He was in a fucking alternate universe wasn't he?
'Interesting.' Apparently the Hales were alive, and his father was even friends with Talia Hale! Last year his best friend Scott broke their brolationship and went off after Allison Argent before forming a group of friends consisting of Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, and Lydia Martin. Alongside came the emotions that this Stiles had: The anger at being abandoned, the happiness that Scott had new friends, the betrayal when one of those friends was Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin, their worst bully and his largest crush.
In the eyes of this Stiles, Scott turned out to be the worst friend ever, but the new Stiles not only had context but also enough experience to know that Scott was most likely a Werewolf right now. As were the others of his little friend group! 'So, my dad in this universe probably knows about the whole Werewolf thing.' Stiles opened his eyes to look at his dad sleeping, which he let him, seeing as his dad surely needed it.
'So what am i going to do...?' The Hale Fire didn't happen exactly as he remembered, it still happened, but not in the way he knows- Most of the Hales survived, all 32 of them. Only the grandparents and a baby died in the fire mostly from inhaling smoke, and the one who was locked away for setting the house on fire was Gerard Argent while Kate Argent roamed free, which made Stiles happy that he could get to torture the bitch when he finds her.
Stiles dived into his mind and sought out his Spark, and what he found surprised him- It was his spark, but it had twice the size, amount of energy, and even purity. Meaning? He wasn't a spark anymore, he was something else!
Stiles made his damned hardest to learn about Sparks and what they can do, which sums up to pretty much anything they want to because they are one of the few types of magic users that don't draw magic from a specific source but instead from themselves, since one can take only a small amount of energy from their specific source without damaging their own body or altering it, while Sparks can pretty much draw energy from the world around them and recharge their own energy, which is pretty broken not gonna lie.
And now?
Now Stiles can do so much more than he did on his original universe- He was pretty powerful, doing a lot of powerful spells, but his new self had the potential to go even beyond what he was ever capable of and doing so much more that it scared him.
The theory he made was that the moment he arrived in this body, his own Spark consumed the other Spark or they fused together, which must've damaged his body and given him this splitting headache!
'Darkness?' He looked around and soon found his Darkness, ever present, hiding within his own mind. Smiling, he patted the fox-like shadow before looking back at the white glowing star that was his spark, pure and bright, and so much more powerful... He is going to have fun with this, oh, he will. "Stiles?"
He opened his eyes only to see, by the door, Scott McCall- There was a sharp pain in his heart, burning, the feeling of betrayal and hurt that consumed his mind and heart. "Your mom isn't here Scott." Stiles was confused and didn't mean to say those words with the amount of venom and disdain he did, but he quickly understood why he did so when he felt satisfaction at the pained expression Scott made-
Oh, if the Spark of the original Stiles and his Spark fused together, their minds must've fused too right? He doesn't feel any different besides these foreign feelings that come to his mind- Well, Scott also sank his claws on his chest, so he understands that the Stiles of this reality felt betrayed and abandoned by Scott- It seems like Scott will always abandon and betray him no matter the universe!
"I-i didn't come here for my mom Stiles-" Stiles just stared at Scott, that puppy-like expression on his face was so familiar and so painfully known by Stiles that he was immune to him, completely and utterly immune to it. "-I came here for you." Stiles felt this confusion emerging on his heart, but he squished it away since he learned how to control and repress his emotions to the point of almost being sociopathic. He repressed them because they are essier to deal with if they aren't felt to begin with. Well, he's not exactly not feeling things, he's just repressing them.
Bottling 'em up like he's a Straight™ white guy with toxic masculinity that punches holes in their walls after getting upset because they lost an online game match.
"Well, you can go back now my dad's sleeping and i don't want him to wake up anyway." Cold? Sure, Stiles likes cold. Besides, the face Scott made was worthy! "Stiles I-" A hand grabbed Scott's shoulder, it was a delicate hand with the nails completely painted red, soon a black-haired girl appeared and Stiles instantly recognized her as Allison Argent, daughter of Chris Argent and Victoria Argent.
"It's okay Scott." She said, trying to calm down the boy that was showing signs of shifting, if Stiles hadn't been paying attention to the other boy's body closely, he wouldn't have noticed it to begin with. "We can visit him again later." She looked at him for a moment and nodded, Stiles decided to just ignore her- Stiles decided with his knowledge new Spark and Darkness he should be strong enough to defend himself, but if that's not enough then the knowledge of fighting and shooting might be.
Stiles went back to sleep, or at least he closed his eyes and started the exercise he always did with his Spark of pushing and pulling energy so his body could get used to it so he wouldn't pass out from using magic!
The problem was that he had twice the energy, twice the purity of the energy, but not twice the control over the energy!
So when he tried to push a lttle bit of it out of his body, there was this sparkling sound like a tiny firecracker before the lights flickered and exploded- All the lights in the first floor of the Beacon Hills Community Hospital exploded- 'Oh.' Stiles blinked just as his dad jumped up, awaken by the several explosions of light bulbs: 'I'm gonna like this.' And he will- Electricity was one of the types of magic he was really good with, them being Electricity, Illusion, Dark, Shadow, Chaos, and Blood magic! Dark Magic isn't about "evil" magic-
I mean, there are some pretty nasty spells, but there's a lot of ways to use most of the "Dark" spells to do good! Stiles is proof of such since the ritual to cleanse the Nemeton was actually of dark nature, and dark magic isn't different from other magics. "Stiles, son, are you alright?" Seeing his dad before him, Stiles felt this overwhelming sense of relaxation and happiness, like he was glad his dad didn't abandon him in this hospital room, didn't leave him alone in here.
Well, Original Stiles' emotions are really mixing up with his own, but thankfully he has great control over them- Just bottle it up until you explode, it's the best coping mechanism.
The next day was spent fully on that hospital bed, Stiles slept through half of it while he trained to regain control over his Spark since he doesn't want to fry someone alive with electricity! I mean, he does, but only enemies.
He practiced Illusion Magic and Shadow Magic since they weren't really showy or explosive, he just made shadows dance and made the illusion of a butterfly and tried control them, he did ended up fucking up the magic a bit because he might've accidentally created a new ghost story on the hospital- Well, it wasn't his fault that a nurse had appeared when he had made a humanoid shadow in the corner of the room!
He just wanted to chat with the thing and feel a little less lonely in the hospital room, seeing as his dad had left for his shift and would come back later to bring him home.
The nurse stopped, froze, and Stiles didn't even notice her as he kept talking to the shadow for about 30 seconds, until he saw her and the shadow vanished.
He pretended that his medicine was making him groggy and sleepy, which made him have hallucinations, not that the nurse believed they were hallucinations only that he believed they were. Tricking someone by tricking oneself- Oh how he learned much with that fox...
Later that night he was leaving late, he was tired of laying down on that bed- So what he did? He went to sleep! It was a saturday tomorrow and his dad was not going to work the whole day but he did say he invited someone to dinner. Stiles had a suspicious of who that might be but he kept such suspicion to himselt and decided to just work on carving runes for protection and healing on a small necklace before wearing it, now if he channeled magic through those runes his body would heal faster than normal.
Normally he'd tattoo it over his skin, but he doesn't have money! He's 18 in this reality, so he can go get one if he wants one. His fingers trailed the cover of the book he held in his hand, a small spark of energy bliped on his finger, he knew if he willed it and focused he could bring a lightning bolt on someone without issue, he has done it before and that was incredible to do. "Stiles!" Hearing his name be called by his father, Stiles simply walked down the stairs to greet their guests wearing nice but still informal clothes.
However, who he daw there was not someone he was expecting- "Son, this is Talia Hale and her daughter Laura." Stiles' eyes tore through their body and looked directly towards their souls.
He had Darkness, he could peer the darkness of every single living thing- Everyone has darkness within them, his just happens to be semi-sentient, bigger, and stronger than others. He saw their Darkness, and their darkness was just like everyone else's- A reflection of the things they don't say, do, or feel! In this case, it was what they repressed, which is why Stiles is so good at repressing emotions-
They feed his Darkness and makes it stronger while also making him weaker, but he will exploded one day, he just knows today is not that day yet. "Hello." He greeted then politely even though he knew that they had a plan in motion here, why are they are his house? His dad probably wants something with them or maybe the want something from his dad or him... Stiles hates not knowing things.
"I'll finish settimg the table dad, what do you guys prefer? We have water, orange juice, tea, coffe, vodka?" Stiles decided to act as the best host he could, even offering his dad's vodka with a straight face and ignoring the incredulous expression his dad had. "It's fine, I'd like some water before the dinner please." Talia smiled and Stiles nodded- He had never met Talia in his reality, so this will be fun...
After a few moments of meaningless conversations they started eating, his dad of course was not allowed to eat more meat than he already did, Stiles forced him to eat salad alongside some healthy things! "So, Stiles." Laura smiled at him with a sharp grin at him, catching his attention pretty quickly: "You probably know my sister Cora, and my little brother Branden?" Stiles searched his memories and quickly found information about Cora Hale and Branden Hale, he had seen them from afar but did not them directly- However, he knew them from his original world, so he decided to see if it would be considered a lie since he doesn't know them.
The ones of this reality! "Not really." He poked his food with his fork, acting as casual and relaxed as he could! "Oh, really?" His eyes flicked to look at Talia who just frowned for a moment, Stiles was confused as to why she reacted like that? "But they told me they knew you?" Stiles did not react even though he knew they must smell his confusion because this Stiles has never been in close contact with any Hale. "Well then, they clearly lied- Unless they have been spying on me or stalking me, and if they are, just know that i will get a restraining order."
Laura looked a little surprised and his dad actually coughed awkwardly, Talia simply smiled gently at him: "You know Stiles, your father and i decided to tell you our secret, our family secret." Stiles simply hummed without a care as he lifted his cup closer to his mouth and asked: "Is it the time where you tell me you and your family are werewolves?" He bit down on his beef and sipped on his orange juice as the other three on just froze for a second before Noah asked in a whisper: "You know?"
Stiles simply shrugged before saying: "Meh, it's not like it's hard to figure it out if you have a brain- Plus, you know, I'm pretty special myself." He made jazz hands before continuing to simply eat his food like he didn't just drop a bomb on his dad and the other two wolves on his house: "So you knew, from the beginning?"
Stiles turned to look at his dad and raised an eyebrow at him: "Yeah, and you didn't tell me, so i assumed you just didn't want me to get involved anyway so i just stayed away." There was an awkward silence after, his dad simply groaned loudly before they went on to talk-
Stiles did not reveal more than necessary, things such as- He was magic, he had Darkness, he had more knowledge of the supernatural than a bunch of the people here, and that he didn't care about much. What he did reveal, however, was that he didn't really care about the Hales snd their pack, which had his dad relieved.
"Well Stiles, we came here to not only tell you our secret, which you already know, but also to invite you and your father for our next New Moon festivities in three days." His dad quickly agreed to participate, several previous times he was invited he rejected the invitation because his son wouldn't be able to come, he did participate in other festivities such as a few Full Moon gatherings the Hale pack had and even a few birthdays too. He was even the Godfather of Peter's and Chris' second child named Evelyn after his grandmother!
He was part of their pack, and he truly wanted Stiles to also be part of their pack as well since it was a large and beautiful family, which was all Stiles ever wanted.
Stiles didn't really want to go, but if his father was so excited to go, he couldn't deny his father really.
Derek was in the kitchen when he heard his sister and mother, his family had finished their own dinner when they returned- They went to reveal the secret and introduce the Sheriff's kid to the supernatural world seeing as the man was one of their own. Why did he decided that his son didn't need to know that the supernatural was real and that he could be a member of their pack was something Derek didn't really understand- i mean, the man gave them all his reason, saying that he didn't want Stiles to be in danger when in fact he was the safest with a pack like their own!
"So, how did it go? Please tell me kid freaked out, Cora will owe me 10 dollars." Derek sighed but kept on washing the dishes as he heard his brother Branden speaking, his family was a gambling one seeing as everyone liked to bet on things all the time! "Well, not really." Laura chuckled as Peter just let out a 'Yes!' Since he bet that the Stilinski kid would take it all well and calmly, so he got all the money that was used as a bet: 10 whole dollars.
'He is a rich man.' Derek snorted quietly to himself, but what he heard actually made him pause: "Well, he already knew." There was a moment of silence before his mother kept on speaking: "He told us he figured it out quite easily, and said anyone with a brain could find out the truth if they wanted to."
He heard Peter mutter a 'Damn right.' To himself before his husband and mate Chris slapped the back of his head, which earned him a chuckle from Cora: "But wait-" Branden said: "-If he already knew, why didn't he, like, said so?"
Laura was the one to answer this question while Derek finished washing the dishes, using a hand towel to wipe his hands dry. "Well, he said and i quote: 'Yeah, and you didn't tell me, so i assumed you just didn't want me to get involved anyway so i just stayed away.'! Like, he fogured it all by himself and simply noped and stayed away- He's way smarter than that little friend of yours Branden." Everybody of the Hale pack knew that Branden made a friend in the beginning of his Freshman year named Gregory, everyone of the pack called him Greg.
He had figured it all out himself and charged in the middle of a fight to save Branden from a Rogue Beta Werewolf- The kid was just a normal human kid! "Well, can't deny that dear niece." Derek's nose caught the faint scent of... He didn't know what that scent was, but he felt the need deep from within, to find the source of such beautiful scent-
Wait, beautiful? That was the only way Derek could describe the scent, it smelled beautiful and had the color of honey, it had a citrus or slightly sour taste to it, and it remembered him a lot about his favorite things like his leather jacket, dark chocolate, coffee, and the forest? Derek barely blinked as he walked towards his mother and started smelling her aggressively, searching for whatever she had that smelled so fucking great! "Derek, not that i don't appreciate the surprising affection, but what are you doing?"
He couldn't find the scent, so he whined sadly to his mother like he was a puppy who just lost their favorite toy: "Mom, where is it!?" He went directly next to Laura, since she had a little of the smell too, she tried to run from him but he easily caught up to her: "What the fck Derek!?"
"Where did you hid it?" He lifted her shirt and looked through her pockets, but nothing: "Where is this smell coming from and why is it so fucking good!?" He felt frustrated that he couldn't find that scent- Is his nose broken? Is that why he can smell something that isn't even there? "Derek dear?" His mother's hands came to hold his face, making him look at her with clear distress and confusion on his face: "We don't have anything with us, the only smells that could've come with us wiuld be Noah's scent and Stiles' scent, maybe a bit of the food, but that's it."
Marcus, Derek's older brother, spoke from behind them: "Well, it certainly isn't the Sheriff's scent that has driven him this crazy, the only other time i saw someone act like that was when-" It suddenly downed on all of them, the last person to act this desperate looking for a scent was Laura, looking for the scent of her mate that got on Cora's clothes after she had bumped into him in the coffee shop she had gone to in the morning.
"Oh." Cora said from the sidelines, Peter however, made a good point: "We have all smelled Stiles before, why hasn't Derek reacted like that before?"
"He does have a good point." Branden nodded, but Chris simply shrugged and pointed out as if they had all forgotten: "But Peter also didn't act like that when he smelled me first." It was at that moment that Talia's mate and Derek's father, Henry, came into the room: "Well, but your scent was being blocked by wolfsbane and your perfume, remember?" He came right by his wife's side and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he gave them a theory: "Maybe Stiles' scent has been somehow blocked or not fully there, and now whatever that was blocking his scent is gone, which is why Derek's acting like this."
That did make sense to the wolves, so they did not ponder on this much, except Derek who was making questions about everything his mother knew about Stiles and when he could meet him personally- He was almost jumping out of his skin with excitement, Talia had to physically drag him to his room and order him to go to sleep and not leave his room or else he would've run to the Sheriff's house.
And they couldn't have that! Talia promised they'd go look for the Sheriff tomorrow and explain to him, get his permission, and then Derek could meet Stiles and maybe court him, at least show he is interested.
Derek couldn't wait.
"... what?"
"Are you, like, free or something? Like, for a coffee maybe?"
"Uhm, no." Stiles turned around and went back into his home, closing the door and locking it shut. Stiles did not want to open that can of worm- Better not to even consider it.
Derek, on the other side of the door, looked like he had been stabbed. Erica, Cora, Isaac, and Boyd who were watching from a distance all heard him whining, a painful sound that instantly brought their own wolf to painfully whine too, the sound of a wolf who had been rejected by their mate.