Changing Patterns

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Derek carried stiles down the steps and reached the dirt quickly. He looked blankly at stiles who was beaming, then he was gone, in a red and golden dust of smoke like the witch had her blue-black dust, stiles fell to the floor just inside the house. He yelled out in annoyance. Derek slapped his hands down against his thighs and looked over his shoulder pulling his hands up to cross over his chest with a sigh. Stiles stomped back to the front and stomped a foot down on the first step, lighting struck inches from him; his hair frizzing up before he's pulled back and slammed into the houses wall.

"Okay! No more." Lydia struck up at the new version to keep him stuck to the house. She hated the situation like any other pack member but know it almost seemed dangerous.

Stiles grumbled and pushed himself up, kicking his feet angrily and letting pure rage seep off of him as he stomped into the house and up the stairs, around the top steps and toward his room. His door slammed shut before a terrifyingly angry yell erupted, all hearing it as his window wasn't closed. Derek stared with a soundless sigh as Scott started toward the stairs. He rushed up the steps silent as ever and headed directly to the inside stairs. Climbing them in a way Derek wanted to so he could reach Stiles's quickly. They didn't speak of it, they acted normal, the whole catching stiles in his worst moment thing. That Derek hated. He never thought he would, but he does, he wishes stiles would talk to him, about it, what happened, maybe help Derek figure out why he reacted so strongly to stiles in such a scarily familiar way.

A way he'd felt before that he doesn't and will not again. Then came the clicking of a tongue and Peter soothed himself into the picture, rounding the front doors door frame and standing with crossed arms and pursed lips. Staring at Derek almost promptly. The man sighed and started toward Peter, arms dropping and anger starting to boil in preparation. The alpha entered the house and followed Peter back down the hall to his room. The room the was largely open in the back like that loft Derek had been looking at before he decided to buy the Hale property back and rebuild their home. Though there was, to the right wing, a large and very useful library that stiles often visited, noted by his scent being in the library and books being out of place.

"Derek! Derek, Derek, derry~" Peter started and Derek internally murdered himself. "Question, are you into someone?"

"What?" Derek instantly snapped, oh good here we go, his eyes narrowed at his uncle.

"You know, emotionally, physically attracted to a pack member with the name of Mechee-whatever- stiles Stalinski?" Peter popped his lips soundlessly as he dropped down on his lounge couch and tossed his arms over the back.

"No." A harsh answer for an inappropriate question, especially from his uncle.

"Really," Peter cocked both eyebrows seriously as he answered a none question. "Cause I think your not over it." Peter smirked.

"What?" Derek breathily answered squinting his eyes and shaking his head oddly and clearly confused.

"Your little infatuation you had on the human three- four years ago when you met him in the woods." Derek opened his mouth to speak but Peter beat him to it. "Derek, I'm not stupid. You had found yourself attracted to the teen, the human, the defiant werewolf Scott's best friend who you knew he would never leave. You didn't take Cora from beacon hills for her, did you." Derek clenched his jaw glaring at Peter.

"No, I didn't. I needed a fresh start." Derek growled. "Boyd almost died, Erica almost died, Isaac was practically Scott's beta, you expected me to stay."

"For your betas yes! I would have."

"They had Scott then. Both me and Cora needed time so we left."

"Your changing the subject." Peter snapped his fingers at Derek with a proud grin. "What happened to lover boy stiles?"

"There's no such thing." Derek snapped instantly.

"There would have been, had you not run the minute you started to feel emotions again." Peter purred happily at the growing anger of Derek.

"Your wrong."

"Am I cause two days ago, Monday was it, gave déjà vu feelings." Peter pouted. "The hospital, the nogitsune, Theo, even before when you couldn't not be touching him, shoving him against walls, and pushing him. And later not letting him out of your sight. Ohh Derek~ really."

"Yes." Derek growled at the older man who smiled before popping his voice higher and shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay." Derek turned away to start toward the door. "I still think your not over it though. Your school girl crush on the hot nerd." Peter laughed after rolling the word hot in his throat and earning a low almost unheard growl from Derek. Who left the room angry and ready to kill Peter by the looks of it. He matched Stiles's earlier energy and stormed up the stairs and slammed his door shut with a roar erupting afterwards, and for gods sake. It's only Ten in the fucking morning- great start.

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