A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for taking so long with this one! I've had so much going on in my personal life I just haven't had the chance to get this chapter done but FINALLY here it is!

I hope you like it and please leave your beautiful comments, much love!

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Chapter Thirteen: Reunions

They had all of thirty seconds together before the medical technicians were rushing over to Stiles and trying to check him out.

He insisted he was fine, instead trying to ask a million questions and get back to Derek and his father. Both of them were more than insistent on keeping him exactly where he was until he was given an all clear.

Scott and Isaac smiled over at him which just made him try to wriggle away more, much to the annoyance of the EMT trying to treat him.

"Look I'm fine, I just need to―" he started.

"What you need to do is sit still," she said. "You've got plenty of time to do whatever else later."

"If I could just―"

"You know just last week I did CPR on a woman for a half hour but it didn't do any good," she said as she held up a finger and a flashlight. "See what she didn't do was get a concussion test done hours earlier when she'd been in a minor car crash. She looked fine but that bleeding on the brain just wouldn't stop. By the time I got there it was already too late to help her."

Stiles sighed and followed her finger without a fuss.

"I guess that story works on everyone, huh?" he said as she took his hand to look at the slice from the glass.

"I wish that's all it was," she said. "Come on, we'll help each other out a little here, you want to know what's going on right?"

Well, actually I kind of just want to know what the hell Kyle is, and who set this bomb off, and whether the girl who smiled at me had anything to do with it, and whether I could have been to blame for this, he thought.

"Feels like everyone else knows what happened but me," he said.

"Well there was at least two bombs, we know that," she said. "You should be proud that you managed to help that girl get out, her leg looked pretty bad from what I saw before they put her in the ambulance. You're lucky as hell to get out of there with such minor injuries."

"So I'm good to go now?" he said and she pushed him back down.

"Not so fast," she said. "They want everyone taken to the hospital for a full work up, plus you'll probably get questioned by the police."

"I don't think I saw... anything," he sighed. "I mean one minute it was a normal day and the next I wake up and half the building's gone."

"Either way, anyone who even heard it go off is going to have to make a statement," she said. "So now you can get up, but you need to hop into the back there and let them make sure you're all good."

"I thought you just did that?"

"I don't have x-ray and CT," she said. "You can take someone with you."

Stiles looked up at the four of them and his dad stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder. Derek gave him a nod.

"We'll meet you there," he said. "Go."

Stiles huffed out in frustration because other that the gash on his palm he felt fine.

"Where did Kyle go?" he asked. "I need to talk to him too. And the girl from before, is she okay?"

"The only person I'm worried about right now is you," the sheriff said. "Get your butt into the back of that ambulance."

"We'll find Kyle," Isaac said. "Can you stop being stubborn for five seconds and do as they say?"

"Not to mention you need stitches in your hand and I'm out of numbing cream," said the EMT with a smile.

Stiles sighed.

"Yeah okay," he said, getting up and walking over to Derek to wrap his arms around him. "I'll see you soon?"

"I'll be right behind you," he said softly as he leant in to kiss his lips.

He gave Scott a hug, trying to hide the wince as the bruise on his side made itself known.

He and the sheriff got into the back of the ambulance and he looked out as they closed the doors. Derek sighed and felt some of the weight leave his shoulders, he was going to be okay.

"I can go and look for Kyle if you guys want to follow them to the hospital," Isaac said. "I think I saw enough of him last weekend to be able to track him down."

"He did kind of disappear pretty quickly," Scott said. "Don't you think that's a little weird?"

"The guy came out of that building completely fine and is nowhere to be seen," Isaac said. "It's more than a little weird."

"Go," Derek said. "If you can find him then bring him to the hospital."

"I'll go too," Scott said. "If we can't find him soon we'll come straight down."

Derek nodded before he was gone, making his way back to the car so he could meet Stiles and the sheriff at the hospital.

"You know where to go?" Scott asked.

"I can guess," he said.

"Alright then," he said. "Lead the way."

*

Erica sat watching the news play over the same four clips from the bombing scene, every ten minutes or so repeating the golden line.

"In case you've just tuned in..."

It was starting to get irritating.

When her phone finally buzzed with Isaac's number she answered in less than one ring.

"What's happening?" she asked quickly.

"He's alright," he said. "They just took him down to the hospital to get checked out but he seems totally fine."

She let out a sigh of relief and slumped back against the wall to sit on the floor.

"So he was there? I mean he really actually was there?" she said.

"Yeah, but you want to know what's weird?" Isaac said. "He came out with his friend Kyle and both of them seemed basically untouched."

"It's weird that they would be together?" she asked. "Not sure how true that is."

"No, I mean that they were both there, fine, and Kyle completely disappeared as soon as we showed up."

"He could have been with the police or something," Erica said. "From the news it looks like they've got everyone in California down there."

"Stiles seemed really adamant about talking to him, something's weird," he said. "We're on our way to the dorms now to try and find him."

"You really think that's where he'd go?"

"It's worth a shot," he said.

"Well, Stiles is okay, he's alive, and that's the main thing."

"Yeah, you're right."

She was about to say something else when she heard the door open and got to her feet and Cora came walking in and heading straight to the kitchen.

"I'll call you back," she said as she hung up quickly and took long strides over to her. "Where the hell have you been?"

Cora turned to give her a once over and just shrugged.

"Out."

"Out? Out? Really, that's all you're going to give me?" Erica said.

"Not sure if you realise this but I don't have to tell you anything," she said. "And you don't trust me anyway."

"I can't believe I'm stuck here with you," Erica grumbled.

"Who said you're stuck here?"

"Because Derek and Scott and Isaac have all gone to Berkeley and I'm stuck here because Derek told me I need to keep an eye on you," she said. "Make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"Those were his exact words?" she said with an eyebrow raised.

Erica narrowed her eyes.

"One of my best friends was in serious danger and I had to stay here to 'keep an eye on' someone I really, really don't care about right now," she said. "Can't you tell that something is wrong?!"

"Yeah, you smell like nervous energy," Cora said.

"And you smell like... ash," Erica said. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Let's go for a walk, it'll make you feel better," she said, making her way back towards the door.

Erica stared after her with a bewildered expression.

"Come on!"

She grunted and her nostrils flared as she began to follow her out if for nothing else than to finally know exactly where it was that she went.

*

Stiles struggled to lay still in all their machines as he was put through about as many different tests as possible. By the time he was sat in a bed and waiting for the results he was just about ready to leave.

"Dad, seriously, I'm fine," he said. "I told you, I can't really explain it but I'm fine."

"I'm sure you are," he said. "I think we'll still wait for the second opinion though."

Derek walked into the room and Stiles huffed out loudly.

"Here I was hoping you were a doctor so we could hurry this up," he said and Derek smiled.

"Sorry to disappoint," he said as he walked over to kiss his forehead. "They're on their way now."

It wasn't much longer before one of the doctors walked in with a policewoman in tow and the sheriff got up to stand by Stiles.

"So the good news is," the doctor began with a smile. "Internally you're looking fine, not a thing wrong so you're lucky all things considered."

The sheriff sighed in relief and Stiles put his hand on his arm.

"Bad news?" Derek asked warily.

"Only bad news is that you seem pretty bruised up," she said. "And you're going to have to come back to get those stitches out in about a week. You're probably going to notice it more tomorrow but I can already see areas of swelling so we're going to get you something for that. If you're in a lot of pain come back in and see us."

"Bruising?" The sheriff said. "That's the worst thing? Thank god."

"So I can go? I mean I can get out of here?" Stiles asked.

"Not quite, I have a few questions to ask you, alone if possible?" the policewoman said.

"I'd rather stay if that's alright?" the sheriff said, shifting his hand to Stiles' shoulder.

The woman looked to Stiles who nodded before looking up to Derek. He gave him a short smile and headed out, the doctor following shortly after.

He checked his phone to see a few messages, one from Isaac and another from Erica.

Isaac: The guy's a ghost or something, no sign. On our way to the hospital now

Erica: I'm going to kill your sister.

He sighed, he knew he should apologise for making her stay behind but at the same time it frustrated him that he had to take it to the point where she couldn't say no in order for her to listen.

As he waited he sat outside the door and listened to the questions that Stiles was being asked, and the answers he gave. Most of them were truthful, some of them were possibly only half truths.

"You were in an area quite close to one of the blasts yet you managed to escape virtually unscathed, is there anything you want to say about that?"

"I didn't plan it that way, I... I don't know," Stiles said. "I saw someone and I followed them and I guess I was just in the right place at the right moment."

"You saw someone suspicious?" she asked.

"I don't know, I guess she just... moved very quickly," he said. "She just kind of looked at me as she walked past, and then just disappeared."

"Can you describe her for me?"

"I didn't get a good look at her, I mean I could recognise her face if I saw it but I guess, long brown hair, dark eyes, beautiful... I mean it was probably nothing I just find it weird when attractive people look at me for more than half a second."

"And you didn't recognise her?"

"Never seen her before," he said. "Honestly I didn't really see anything and even if I did I'm not sure I remember a lot of any of it anyway."

Derek heard the flicker of a lie in that, knowing that there were probably things he wanted to go over with the others first, or maybe even Kyle.

He heard Scott and Isaac coming from up the hall and stood to greet them as they came around. Isaac just shrugged his shoulders with a shake of his head.

"No luck then?" Derek said.

"Not a sign of him anywhere, and even his scent is hard to follow," he said. "How's Stiles?"

"Bruised, and ready to get out of here," he said.

"We brought him some clothes from his dorm," Scott said, holding up a bag. "Figured he might want something a little less... torn up."

"Sounds like they're done with him in there," he said and Scott smiled before opening the door slowly and walking inside.

"So, what are you thinking?" Isaac said in hushed tones.

"Not sure yet," Derek answered. "If anyone was targeting Stiles you'd think they wouldn't have done something so public."

"You would think," Isaac said. "Doesn't mean they wouldn't."

"I know, we need to find his friend, find out what else happened in there," he said.

"You jealous?"

Derek turned to him with a slow growl and his eyes narrowed.

"Oh come on is it really too early to make a joke?"

"I just don't think you're very funny," Derek said with a slight smirk.

"Funnier than you," he said.

*

"Would you slow the hell down?!" Erica called after Cora as she slipped through the trees like she knew the woods better than any other place in the world. "Where are you going?!"

"What? Can't keep up?" she called from up ahead and Erica grunted irritably.

She heard her phone start to ring in her pocket and fished it out, hovering her thumb over the green button a moment before answering it.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"Hey it's, it's Raj," he said and she smiled a little. "Just wanted to see how you were doing? I saw the news and I think I remember you saying your friend went to Berkeley."

"Yeah, yeah I mean he worried me for a while there but he's fine," she said.

"Well, if you ever want to talk or... I mean you know, you can call me, if you want," he said.

"Thanks," she said. "Can I call you later? I just... I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

"Oh, yeah, sure," he said. "Just wanted to see if you were okay is all."

"Thanks Raj," she said as she hung up the phone, looking down at the screen with a small sigh.

"Your boyfriend?" Cora said from by her side and Erica flinched.

"How do you do that? How do you just sneak up on me?" Erica snapped and Cora just blinked at her. "And no, we've been on one date so he's not my boyfriend."

"The date you were freaking out over the other week?"

"Do you intend to be any help at all? Ever?"

"How'd it go?" Cora asked and Erica bit down on the inside of her cheek.

"It went great," she said.

Cora smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Lie."

"It's not a lie!" Erica said defensively. "And you can't talk about lying."

"I don't lie," Cora said. "You'd know if I was lying just like I know you're lying now."

"I'm not ―" she sighed. "It's not like it was bad, I just... it wasn't..."

"The sex was bad?"

"There was no― what kind of girl do you... I'm trying something new okay?" she said. "There was none of that."

"Bad conversationalist then?" Cora asked as they started to walk.

"No, he was funny, I was witty and I told him... I actually talked about things," she said.

"So what's the problem?" she asked.

"I don't know, just..."

"You know, you just don't want to tell me," Cora said.

"I don't like you," Erica said.

"Never said I liked you either but at least I'll give you an honest opinion," she said and Erica scoffed. "You think I lie but I just know how to answer questions."

"You don't answer questions," Erica said. "You don't actually give anyone what they're asking for."

"You can't detect a lie if you don't tell one, you can't get in trouble if you don't give them the answer they're looking for," she said. "When you grow up with werewolves you learn a thing or two."

"Yeah well it's irritating."

"You'll figure it out soon enough and you can be just as irritating."

"I doubt it."

They kept walking a few more steps.

"So what was so bad about this date?"

Erica groaned and looked over at her.

"You just don't stop do you? You really want to know?" Cora nodded. "It was the end of the date that was weird."

"So it was bad kiss," Cora said. "You can teach him to be better."

"It wasn't... there was no kiss," Erica said.

"Then how do you know it was a date?"

"There was just an awkward..." she said, ignoring Cora's comment. "Handshake hug."

"A what?"

"Yeah, it was... I mean he's an awkward guy, maybe..." she sighed. "I don't know, I don't do this stuff it's too complicated."

"Why didn't you just kiss him?" Cora said. "It's not the fifties, just do it."

"I just told you, I don't do this, I'm not good at this," Erica said.

"But you're good at the rest of it," Cora said. "Or at least you say you're used to it. So do it."

Erica sighed and kept walking.

"Where the hell are we going anyway?"

"Nowhere in particular."

*

Stiles and the sheriff walked out into the waiting area and Stiles was called over to sign some of his paperwork after already having made a statement to the police in the room before.

The sheriff ran a hand through his hair and sighed, letting out the exhaustion and relief as he walked over to the other three standing to one side.

"I don't know about your boys but I'm in dire need of a good lie down," he said.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Derek asked.

"To tell you the truth I haven't really given that part much thought," he said.

"I'll make a few calls, I've already got something lined up, I'm sure there's room," Derek said.

"I couldn't―"

"You can't drive home," Scott said.

Derek put the phone to his ear and took a few steps away.

"He knows a lot of people," the sheriff said.

"I think his family had a lot of connections," Isaac said.

"Not like mob connections or anything," Scott added and Isaac just gave him a look.

"I didn't say mob connections, I just said connections," he said and the sheriff chuckled.

"Werewolf connections I'm guessing?" the sheriff added and both Scott and Isaac just shrugged.

Neither of them really knew, they could only really guess themselves.

Stiles walked over to them with a smile before he looked up at the TV screen to see the continuing coverage of the events earlier in the day. His face dropped a little as he looked at the numbers on the bottom of the screen, 2 dead and dozens injured.

"Hey, just be glad you're okay," the sheriff said as he put his arm around him.

"People died," he said quietly. "I just... it doesn't seem real, you know?"

The sheriff squeezed him a little tighter as Derek walked back over.

"It's all sorted," he said.

"Derek, I can't let you pay for―"

"He did me a favour, nothing to pay for," he said. "I can take you to get your car if you like, I'm sure none of us want to spend too much more time here."

"I completely forgot about that," he said.

"I'm happy to wait here while you two go if you like," Stiles said.

Derek walked over and put his hand on his chin, tilting his head a little so he could place a kiss on his mouth.

"We won't be long," he said quietly.

Stiles just smiled and blinked slowly, "I hope not, I'm actually... exhausted."

The two of them left quickly and Stiles sat with Scott and Isaac in the waiting room chairs.

Stiles smiled at someone across the room that he recognised, another student from the college who he had seen in lectures. He didn't know his name, or any other information but this event meant that it didn't matter.

He looked back up at the TV, thankfully the first number was still two. No one else had died yet.

Scott and Isaac were talking about the attack, what could have happened, whether or not they believed what the news was saying about who was behind it.

That was when someone caught Stiles' eye as walked into the hallway to the right towards the bathrooms. He strained to look as they passed and got out of his chair.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked, getting up with him.

"Bathroom, just," he said without turning to look at him. "I'm fine, I'll be back."

Scott watched him and gave Isaac a look, he just shrugged back.

Stiles walked through the doors quickly and saw the door to the men's room closing slowly. He strode over and pushed it open and looked inside to see Kyle leaning against one of the sinks.

"What the hell?" Stiles said as they stared at one another. "Where did you disappear to?"

"What does that matter?" he said.

"Okay, I have a splitting headache and I'm already questioning everything that's happened today I don't need your sketchy answers."

"Okay, alright," Kyle said. "I just thought I better come by and see how you were."

"How about telling me... anything," Stiles said. "Maybe start with why you just disappeared right after."

"They didn't need to question me or treat me, I would have just been wasting everyone's time so I left," he said. "Your friends came looking for me but... I didn't think you would mind if I came here to visit you myself."

"Of course not," he said. "What did you do to me back there? How?"

"Okay, you have a few questions, I know―"

"A few? You think I have just a few questions?" Stiles said. "What exactly are you?"

"That one might take a while to explain," he said.

Stiles shrugged and just looked over at him.

"Okay," Kyle said. "I'm what some would call Addonexus."

"A what?"

"Hard to explain, but I guess to put it simply I can heal wounds, I don't age like a normal human, I'm not a normal human, I see auras and have other... abilities but that's a little different," he just looked up at Stiles who didn't say anything. "There's not a lot of literature so I'm not surprised that even you haven't heard about it. Not that any of it is completely correct, it's so outdated."

"Wait so if you don't age like regular people how old are you?" Stiles asked and Kyle just smiled.

"I'm coming up on a bit of a milestone," he said. "Next one will be thirty."

Stiles let his mouth drop, "You're nearly thirty years old?"

"I look pretty good for my age I know," he said with a smile. "I'll tell you more later, I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Did you know?" Stiles asked. "About―"

"About Derek and the other two out there?" he asked with a smile. "I knew exactly what Derek was the moment I met him. Alpha and all. I suspected something about you when I met you. I mean your human but your aura is... interesting, I knew there was something about you."

"My aura? And wait, you knew I was dating an alpha werewolf and you still couldn't tell me what you were?" he said.

"I've had a few different encounters with werewolves, I was trying to get a feel for Derek before I came out so to speak," he said.

"After meeting Isaac and Erica you were still in doubt?" Stiles asked.

"They're also pretty interesting," he said. "You should get back out there to them. We'll talk, later. I'll tell you what you want to know, just not here."

"Okay," Stiles said. "Can you just tell me one thing now?"

"What do you want to know?"

"What else can you do? You know, other than healing?"

Kyle smiled and shook his head.

"There's a lot of things I can do, none of which I'm going to discuss in a hospital men's room," he said. "Go and get some sleep and call me tomorrow."

Stiles' shoulders dropped as he thought about doing so, "my phone... I don't have it."

"So I'll see you when you get back to the dorm," he said.

"Do you know who it was?" Stiles asked, his eyes a little glassy. "The ones who died?"

Kyle sighed and nodded, looking down at his feet. "I've been here a long time, they were both students. They weren't even in the building they were in the café outside and just... in the wrong place at the wrong time."

This time it was Stiles' turn to nod and Kyle walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulders.

"Don't think too much into it, just be thankful that you're alive," he said.

"I suppose I should thank you for that?" he said.

"You would have lived whether I was there or not," he said. "Come find me when everything settles down, we'll talk then."

He gave him a warm smile before walking past him and out the door. Stiles was still reeling from everything and when he headed back out into the hall and then waiting room Kyle was gone, as if he hadn't really been there at all.

They waited for Derek to get back with Stiles' dad, it took a little longer evading traffic but eventually Derek called Isaac and the three of them made their way outside to the cars.

Scott and Isaac were fussing over Stiles far too much and his father wasn't much better when he was sitting in the seat beside him. They followed the Camaro out to a hotel by the coast, the sheriff made a comment about it being a nicer place than he'd ever stayed in and Stiles shrugged and said something along the lines of 'that's Derek'.

Turns out Derek knew the owner, greeting him with one of his smiles that he reserves for only when he needs something off someone. The man hugged him and Scott and Isaac gave one another strange looks before he was escorting them up to their rooms.

He had three reserved and the sheriff told Stiles to go on in with Derek.

"I'm probably going to hit that bed and crash, you two should have some time together," he said and Stiles pulled him in for a long hug.

Derek handed Isaac and Scott a key to one of the rooms, "behave."

They looked at one another and then back to Derek.

"When do we not behave?" Isaac said.

"When was the last time you were in a hotel room in this part of the state?" he asked and Scott tried to hide his smile as Isaac shrunk about a foot.

"Alright, we're going," he said.

As the sheriff headed into his room Scott grabbed Stiles in a hug before he and Isaac retreated. Stiles turned to Derek who just opened the door to the room down the hall to let him through.

Stiles dragged his fingers over Derek's stomach as he walked past, turning once he was in the room to face Derek as he shut the door behind him.

"I was starting to forget what you looked like," he said and Derek shook his head.

"It hasn't been that long Stiles," he said.

"It was longer than I ever planned it to be," he said. "I know, I'm being selfish for wanting you to come and see me when your sister had just come back, I know that, I'm just irrational and frustrated and I missed you."

Derek took a few steps forward and slipped his arms around Stiles' waist gently, letting his fingers under his shirt and press against his skin, Stiles felt the ache as he lifted his hands to caress the sides of Derek's face.

"I missed you too," he said quietly before Stiles was pulling him down into a kiss.

Derek felt some of the tension leave his body, he felt Stiles relax into him and held him closer. A gentle moan slipped from Stiles' lips and Derek felt him shift his hips forward a little. Derek pulled away and took a step back.

"Stiles, no," he said.

"What do you mean no? Why not?" Stiles asked.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

Stiles scoffed, "Oh come on it's been a while but it hasn't been that long."

"Stiles," Derek said. "Not what I meant."

"I know, I know exactly what you meant but if it hurts that's my problem, not yours. Yeah, I can feel the bruises but you know what I really want right now? You, okay? I want you."

Derek sighed which irritated Stiles, he walked over to Derek and put his hands against his stomach.

"Can you stop being such a sourwolf for like an hour and just, I don't know, enjoy yourself?"

Derek looked up at him with a slight smile on his mouth.

"I haven't heard that one in a while, I thought you might have given it up," he said and Stiles pulled at his shirt.

Derek lifted his arms to let Stiles pull it over his head and toss it to the floor.

"Never, you're stuck with that one," he said, his fingers running over Derek's chest until they were halted at his belt buckle.

As he began to loosen the clasp he leant in, his lips pressed against Derek's neck for a moment before he was grazing his teeth over his skin and pulling back gently, never to leave a mark.

Derek closed his eyes, pushing his shoes off his feet as Stiles tugged at his jeans and stripped him down. He gave him a little shove and smiled as he looked over at him standing naked in front of the bed.

He exuded confidence, and for a good reason. Stiles spent longer staring at him than he intended to, he had just missed him. All of him.

"Are you just going to stand there looking at me?" Derek asked with an arrogant smirk on his lips that made Stiles' heart beat a little faster.

He shook his head quickly and stripped out of his clothes quickly, taking the two steps to get to Derek in a flash.

Derek bent his knees and wrapped his arm around Stiles, lifting him off the ground and pulling his legs either side of him. Stiles was quick to close the distance between their mouths and this time neither of them held back.

It was frantic and desperate, both of them had been holding back how much they had been missing this but there was no point denying themselves the feeling that they craved.

Derek walked them over to the wall, pressing Stiles against it and letting out a low growl at the sound that came out of Stiles' mouth. This time it was his turn to nip and bite at his neck, always careful to be gentle but when Stiles' hot breath was in his ear, his fingers tangled tightly in his hair as he panted the word 'harder' it was impossible not to at least leave a mark on his skin.

Derek's hands held Stiles' hips tightly, gently rocking them as Stiles tried to move faster.

"Slow down," Derek breathed in his ear before his teeth were pulling at his earlobe.

"Sorry, sorry," he said and Derek chuckled before kissing him gently and pulling him away from the wall and towards the bed.

He lowered him down slowly and pushed his arms up and over his head, kissing him and parting his lips so his tongue could slip through, tasting and tormenting him and Stiles just arched his back up and moaned into him.

"You know this isn't going to go exactly the way you want it to," Derek said, leaning his forehead against Stiles' as he rocked his hips and put a hand between them to hold their cocks together and grind against one another.

Stiles' mouth was parted and his eyes closed as he managed to breathe out a reply.

"How do you figure that?"

"You think I drove up here planning to end up like this?" he said.

"So?" Stiles panted and Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

"Stiles," he said.

"Stop worrying about me so much," he said.

Derek's eyes softened.

"I can't do that," he murmured.

"Well just listen to me then," he said, grabbing Derek's wrist and pulling his hand to his mouth, taking two of his fingers between his lips and sucking them into his mouth.

Derek closed his eyes and let out a long and controlled sigh and Stiles felt his cock twitch against his belly.

"What you're doing now," Derek said as he slipped his fingers out of Stiles' mouth and reached down to rub them against his entrance. "Should be criminalised."

Stiles bit down on his lip as Derek made slow circles with his fingers before he was pulling away and holding himself up above him.

"What happened to should be criminalised?" he said irritably.

"I know you think I have no control but I do, and I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I didn't say I was finished."

Before Stiles could say anything else Derek was lowering himself down and Stiles couldn't quite find the words to argue.

*

Erica stood on a thin beaten track with her arms folded.

"It's getting late, can we go now?" she said.

Cora jumped from the branch in the tree above her and landed by her side.

"You're really tense, did you know that?" she said.

"I'm serious, I'm tired of this chasing after you crap," she said. "I'm hungry so why can't we just get something to eat instead of wandering around in the woods."

"I like it because it's usually peaceful. You just can't quite shut up for long enough."

"If I wanted peace I would leave you on your own here," she said. "But Derek asked me to keep an eye on you so you're stuck with me."

"Did you hear that?" Cora asked, turning to look over Erica's shoulder.

"Yeah, it's probably Jackson because I asked him to come down here," she said, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching.

She turned around and the familiar scent hit the air as the footsteps went quiet.

"Wait..." she said quietly.

She looked around again and she heard Cora's heart start beating faster.

"I heard a rumour that a Hale had come back to Beacon Hills," they both spun around to the source of the voice.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Erica said with a snarl.

"I just didn't believe it was true until now," Peter said with a curled smile as he looked over at his niece. "Welcome home."

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A/N: There you have it! I hoped you liked it and thanks again for all your support, it really does mean the world to me xo