Soul Mates | Sterek ✓

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    Derek tried to lift himself off of the chair, and fell to his knees while putting Stiles' head on his thighs. Then started to give him little slaps on his cheeks. Peter chuckled.

   Derek lifted his head up to glare at his uncle with an incredible anger in his eyes leading Peter to roll his eyes. "It's fine Derek, it's not like he's dead, he just fainted. He'll be awake in a couple minutes." Peter put himself at Derek's view to look at Stiles. "He's really cute when his eyes are shut." His nephew then grew really jealous. "And he is, of course, way more cute when he's not talking too much like right now," Peter giggles. Derek's eyes changed of color fast and became all red, his claws starting to extend from both of his hands when Peter tried to touch Stiles face. Peter then couldn't help but smirk.

   Derek took Stiles in his bedroom to take care of him. He carried him to his own bed and then started to cuddle his hair. He couldn't do anything but wait. It has already been 5 minutes who felt like an entire hour. Derek panicked. What could he do? Is Stiles dying? Is he already dead? Derek took his phone the fastest he could and started to dial Deaton's phone. Derek was worried.

    Stiles coughs.

    He then opened his eyes and tried to wake up. Derek immediately put him back on the bed. "Don't move Stiles," Derek as never sounded more serious than now. "You need some rest, I'm gonna get you some water." Stiles then rolled his eyes and murmurs "I'm fine" when Derek was out of the room. Stiles tried to understand where he was. It was a quite big room with a big bed on which he was laying. A nightstand at his left and an other one at his right. And they were an other room. Probably a bathroom?

    Derek was back with a big glass full of water. That he put on the left nightstand which was closer to Stiles. Stiles tried to crawl himself in a sit position when Derek immediately helped him by pulling him by his arms carefully. "I'm not a kid anymore." whispered Stiles but let himself being carried by Derek's strong arm.
He then took the glass and drank a tiny bit of the water that the big bad wolf nicely gave him.

    Stiles stared at Derek and questioned him "Why... Why did you do this contact with your mother?" Derek then look down at his feet. "That's personal." Stiles rolled his eyes and he said "I'll not leave for a long time so deal with it, I'll not do anything till you tell me why did you do this. Even if it inclus me to stop drinking and eating," Derek gasps and murmured a "Fine."

    "I did all of this because... I-I needed advice..."
Stiles glared at Derek and couldn't help but ask "Advice? For what? You're an alpha you knows lot of things, don't you?" Derek grinned and then simply told the truth "I'm growing older and older and I still haven't found my mate, I-I don't think that's normal... I'm getting closer to people and every time I think that's the good person... It's not..." he said the last words in a mutter.

    Derek then took a blanket and put it all over Stiles, enveloping his body. "I'm gonna sleep on the couch. If you ever need something yell my name." Stiles nodded and snuggled the blanket closer as if it was possible. He then fell asleep.

    He woke up by the golden light of the morning sun. He was tired, so tired like he haven't sleep and he was mostly angry. Stiles then woke up from the bed goes to the other room that was in Derek's bedroom. He was right. A bathroom. He looked at the not-well cleaned mirror and stared at himself for long seconds that felt like long minutes. He nearly started to cry but closed his eyes before a tear could even drop, trying to stay calm. He closed the bathroom door, sitting on the bed while putting his shoes back. He went downstairs by taking the old stairs and he took a deep breath and muttered "thank you, Sourwolf." He opened the front door, he was still angry and was about to left the Hale's house.

    Derek grabbed his left bicep "Hey, where do you think you're going, you can't leave like that."

    "I can't? Should I show why maybe huh?" Derek could smell the anger on him. Derek put a frown on his face, mostly because he was confused. "Why are you angry? You wanna talk about it around a coffee?" Stiles sighs "I hate coffee." He tried to go away but Derek still hold him "You can't go back to your house by walking it'll take you too long." Stiles wanted to make Derek shut his mouth but Derek interrupted him "Let me drive you home it's the least I can do. Please." Stiles did nothing for long seconds but then only nodded his head in approval.

    When they both arrived at Stiles' house, Stiles was still smelling angry but Derek could sent a sad emotion as well. Stiles unlocked the front door as quick as he could and ran up the stairs to go straight to his room. Derek rumbles. He closed the door and goes to the kitchen. He wanted to cheer Stiles up. He's going to cook. "That is a good idea." Derek said to himself. He took some pans that he placed on the stove. He looked up what was in the fridge, it was empty, the only thing in it was a bottle of ketchup and milk. He looked in the cupboards and finally found some pasta. He cooked everything. Stiles didn't move from his room since he arrived that made Derek worry. He took a tray and put the pasta he made. What could he put in the pasta? He smiles and grabbed the bottle of ketchup and put it in the tray as well as a glass with water on it. It remembered his childhood.

    He climbed the stairs and walked a bit to be in front of Stiles' room. He knocked. Nothing. Again? Nothing. He gasps for a long time and enter the teen's room. Stiles was laying in a star position all over his bed. Derek put the tray on his desk and couldn't help but smile by seeing Stiles' position. He tapped Stiles' right shoulder. Stiles suddenly sit up on his bed, tears falling all over his cheeks. His eyes were all red. "Don't touch me, Derek freaking Hale. I hate you. Why do you look like you care about me? You don't give a fuck about me. Stop playing with my feelings."

    Derek was shocked.

    "I-I care about you, okay?" Stiles suddenly grabbed a pillow and throw it at Derek's face. "Leave." That broke Derek's heart. Derek opened his mouth to reply something but Stiles didn't even let him start his sentence "I never got any panic attacks since my mom's death. You made me stay and I had a panic attack, happy? I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"

     Derek's eyes started watering.

     A tear fell from his left eye.