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A/N: so I'm going to clear things up about last chapter. I'm not the most proud of myself, it was choppy and hard to follow. I'm going to end up fixing it when I'm done with the book. Basically what happened if you didn't understand fully is Derek figured out he had feelings for Stiles when they met in season one but only talked to Deaton about it, since he was the Hale's emissary. He figured out he was gay after that. He hasn't told the pack anything about it, including Stiles. He has been ignoring his feelings, but since Stiles turned the feelings have been becoming more present. If you have any questions please comment and I'll explain best I can.

   That night Stiles let his dad know that he was ok, and went home with Derek once again.

He hated to admit it, but the grump was growing on him and at the moment he seemed to be one of the only people that Stiles felt almost 100% safe and trusted around.

The drive to the loft dragged on for an eternity. It seemed as if Derek was holding his breath for most of the ride, but it gave Stiles time to think about why Gerard could want him.

Derek kept his eyes on the road, looking at Stiles once to see him staring at his hands that were placed in his lap. He seemed to be in deep thought.

"Why me?" Derek hears Stiles ask, not really sure if he was talking to Derek or just himself.

There is a small moment of silence and the Camaro's engine is all you can hear.

"Why would Gerard want me? Why would the Nemeton choose me, why did the Nogitsune take me?" He asks again. Stiles' voice quivers and cracks.

Since Derek can't give an answer to the question so he sits in silence, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

Stiles goes silent again until they reach the loft. Then Stiles gets out of the car and goes inside and up the stairs, hearing Derek close behind him.

When they get into the loft Derek an practically hear Stiles' mind going haywire.

"Why is Scott mad at me? Why does Gerard want to kill me? Why do I have to cause death? That's all I'm doing, that's all the stupid Nogitsune wanted. Chaos, strife and pain, it's never going to stop..." Stiles let's out a small whimper as he sits not on the couch but in front of it, leaning his back against it and putting his head in his hands, "Der, it's never going to stop. And it's all my fault."

That almost made Derek's heart stop. No one, and I mean no one, had ever called him Der, except his mom.

It was probably an accident, it probably just slipped out of his mouth.

Breaking out of his thoughts, Derek walks over to Stiles and stands in front of him for a second before kneeling to he eye level with the werefox, putting his hands on his shoulders and looking at the smaller boys eyes, which were incredible. They were a whiskey brown, and if you looked close enough you could see light orange branching out across his iris'.

"Stiles, listen to me," Derek says, it takes a moment before Stiles willingly looks at him, "You will figure this out ok? You aren't alone in this, you will never, ever be alone. Do you understand?"

Stiles slowly nods.

"Good," states Derek, who then offers Stiles a hand so they can both stand up. He hesitantly takes Derek's hand and Derek pulls him up with ease.

Stiles let's go of Derek's hand almost immediately once he is on his feet. Whatever Deaton was saying about a pull, or... whatever that crap was. It was true and it kinda scared Stiles. He just didn't want it to be true- him having to cause Mason or Derek to die. And according to Deaton it would most likely be Mason.

"Stop." Derek states in a controlling tone.

"Stop what?" Stiles asks, confused.

"Stop thinking."

Stiles let's out a small snort, "Yeah good luck with getting me to stop thinking."

Derek rolls his eyes and playfully pushes Stiles. Stiles smiles, glancing at the wolf before pushing back. Before Stiles gets very far Derek grabs his wrists and Stiles' fox freaks for a second. Instead of falling into the hands of his instincts, Stiles stands still, looking up at Derek. Stiles' tail was bent, kind of relaxed, but at the same time on alert at the least.

Stiles is shocked to see Derek's eyes as an ice blue instead of an evergreen.

It calmed him down in a way. How Derek said he wouldn't have been to be alone in this.

They both stood like that for a while, and Derek's eyes continued to shine a brilliant blue. Stiles could feel his own eyes burning orange and Derek could see it.

It took a lot for Derek not to do anything stupid. And I mean A LOT.

Instead, he just stepped away. And went to go sit on the couch.

Both of the boy's eyes went flickering back to their normal colors and Stiles stood there for a moment. He felt a little, what was it... disappointed? when Derek walked away.

Stiles' gaze followed Derek to the couch.

"What now?" Asks Stiles, now that he knew he wasn't alone, him and Derek were going to have to figure this out together. And if this was a few weeks earlier Stiles would have groaned at that idea, but now it seems like Derek is the only person (not including Mason) that he would be happy to work with.

"1," Derek starts a numbered list out loud, "we need Argent to give us some background info about Gerard, see if he knows where he's been etc. etc." Derek pauses and looks up to see Stiles standing a few feet away before continuing, "2, we need to talk to Kade."

Stiles' tail immediately stiffens, "Wait, why Kade?"

"Kade knows a lot about the supernatural world. He will probably know some stuff about what might be going on." Derek explains.

Stiles nods in understanding.

"And 3," Derek holds up three of his fingers just for affect, which makes Stiles crack another smile, "we need to do some research on mates. Because even if my parents were mates I still have no clue how it works, other than what Deaton told us."

Stiles looks at him, "So we can just watch Twilight? Ok."

Derek cocks his head to the side, "I'm pretty sure Jacob imprinting on Renesmee is different than mates."  He says matter of factly.

"Wait how do you know about Twilight stuff?" Stiles asks, trying to hold back a laugh.

Derek looks down, "Let's just say my family loved making fun of how unrealistic the werewolves were and my sisters liked looking at Taylor Laughtners abs."

Stiles laughs, and it's a real laugh. Not one the small chuckles he's been letting loose for the past few months. This is a real, genuine laugh. It makes his stomach hurt and he can feel his face muscles stretch as he smiles.

Derek can tell. And Stiles smiling despite the shit in the world somehow made everything better.

"Maybe I will be able to get this all figured out." Stiles says, looking at Derek.

"And maybe I'll get over the fact that you are a sarcastic spazz."

Stiles gives Derek a 'really' look, "Eh, you are probably over that already just because I'm so sexy." Stiles sticks his tongue out and lifts up his shirt to show off his abs and makes a peace sign with his other hand, trying to imitate a fuck boy.

Derek laughs and rolls his eyes, but he did give Stiles a quick look, "I mean, I guess you have better abs than Taylor Laughtner." He states.

Stiles laughs and puts his shirt back down, pumping his fist in victory.

"You are such a weirdo." Derek says, smiling.

Stiles smiles back, "And I have never seen you smile so much, so maybe you're the weirdo."

"Maybe." Derek says.

Both Derek and Stiles are now sitting on the couch now, and it's only a matter of minutes before both of them were asleep.