Mad World // Stiles Stilinksi [1/2]

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Stiles and Lucy were in Derek's loft talking to Cora. Derek was MIA, so they were trying to figure out what was going on. Cora started telling a story. "They were here for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when hunters find us... hide and heal."

Stiles took a moment to think. "Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?"

Lucy frowned. "If he is, I hope he's enjoying it."

Cora turned to Stiles. "Why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Let's see... because over the last few weeks, my best friend's tried to kill himself. His boss nearly got ritually sacrificed. A girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was killed by alphas. My girlfriend could have died from electricity or fighting them. I... do you want me to keep going? Cause I can, alright? For, like, an hour."

Cora narrowed her eyes at him. "You think Derek can do anything about that?"

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah."

Lucy grabbed Stiles' hand. "Calm down. I'm supposed to be the angry, pessimistic one. Remember?"

He laughed softly and kissed her cheek.

Cora gave them a small grimace. "You guys are disgusting. Anyway, I don't know. There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him."

Lucy crossed her arms. "Then what was he like?"

"A lot like Scott," Peter answered, walking down the spiral staircase. "A lot like most teenagers... unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers."

"Okay, what happened?"

"What changed him?" Stiles wondered.

Peter turned to him. "Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men... A girl. A circumstance I'm sure you're familiar with, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles smiled at Lucy and she said, "So a girl broke his heart, huh? Is that why he's so moody?"

Peter reached the bottom of the stairs and placed his hands on the corners of the table. "Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha had blue eyes? Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?"

Stiles frowned. "I just always that it was, like, a genetic thing."

Lucy shook her head. "Werewolves are different than humans. I vaguely remember Chiron mentioning that their eye color changes are due to the death of someone. An innocent if I remember."

Peter glanced at her and nodded. "That's right, Lucy. If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes."

He started telling them a story about a younger Derek and a girl named Paige Krasikeva.

Stiles frowned. "Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?"

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you?"

"I'm 17," Cora replied.

"See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people."

"Well, 17 how you'd measure in years," Cora added.

Stiles shook his head. "Alright, I'm just gonna drop it. What happened to Derek and the cello girl?"

Lucy glanced at him. "Cello girl has a name. Paige."