Maybe a wrong can make a right

Untitled Part 1

Of course there was a fucking witch in Beacon hills, Derek thought creeping closer to her. He was in an abandoned warehouse c lose to the school. There was enough dust covering every surface he had to focus not to sneeze and alert the witch of his presence. He kept his eyes trained on the witch as she began to chant. There was enough light coming from the moon streaking through the windows above them and a circle of candles that he could see the witch was no more than seventeen years old. Perfect another supernatural teenager I have to deal with Derek thought. He was crouched no more than five feet from her now, his black leather jacket and jeans keeping him hidden in the shadows. He could see the witch was stirring some sort of reddish liquid while chanting in what he recognized was Latin. If Stiles were here he could probably translate this for me Derek thought irritably. It was at that moment the witch turned and stared directly at him. Dropping the vial of the liquid she had she yelled something in Latin and thrust her hands at him. Derek tried to jump but wasn't quite fast enough and was slammed into the wall twenty feet behind them. Everything went black as he sagged to the floor and the girl took off.

Riinngg!!! Stiles yelped and fell out of bed. After catching his breath he grabbed for his phone and answered. "Stiles have you heard from Derek"? It was Isaac. "What no, Why"? Stiles grumbled turning his clock so he could see it read eight in the morning. "Its eight am" Stiles said irritably before Isaac could respond to his earlier question. "Why the hell are you waking me up at eight in the morning asking about Derek" he snapped. After hearing Isaac's quick explanation that Derek had went out after a witch and had never come back Stiles hung up and immediately called Derek's cell. Derek groaned and sat up rubbing at the back of his head. What the hell was ringing. Remembering the cell in his jacket pocket Derek quickly pulled it out and answered. "Where are you"?! Stiles' frantic voice came down the line. "At that abandoned warehouse by the school." "Stay there I'm coming to get you". A click signaled the end of the call and Derek stuck the phone back in his pocket. After all he thought there's nothing odd about my mate coming to see me.

After hanging up on Derek Stiles got dressed and out the door in record time. Seeing as Derek was probably in one way or another injured whether he told Stiles or not Stiles picked Deaton up on the way. The man seemed completely calm but had a rather large black bag full of medical supplies for someone that believed nothing was wrong. "Hope for the best prepare for the worst". Deaton said. Stiles just rolled his eyes and kept driving.

At the warehouse Stiles ran in ahead of Deaton and spotted Derek on the floor almost instantly. Rushing forward Stiles dropped down beside Derek to start inspecting for injury. He let out a muffled sound of surprise when Derek pulled him forward and firmly planted his lips on Stiles'. Derek pulled back with a lazy grin as Deaton came in. Stiles shocked just stared at him until Deaton knelt next to him. When Derek made no move other than to look at the other man Stiles huffed. "What no going to try and make out with Deaton to"? he quipped. His grin faded when Derek responded with " Why would I try to kiss anyone but you Stiles"? Deaton looked between the two curiously and then started looking around the warehouse. "Maybe because you don't like me to begin with so why not kiss someone you like"? Stiles questioned. "Stiles you're my mate why wouldn't I like you"? Derek asked completely bewildered. Before Stiles could respond Deaton came back and asked Stiles to talk outside. Once they were out of earshot Stiles turned to the man for answers. "Derek is unharmed but the witch he was after was working on a love spell. When she threw him into the wall some of the potion must have gotten to him. He truly believes you are his mate and its safer for everyone if you go along with it". Deaton explained. "Go along with it"! Stiles said in near hysterics. "Just until it wears off or I can find a way to reverse it. If you go against it he will become confused and very aggressive towards anyone that comes in contact with you including your father and the pack" Deaton said before Stiles could get louder. After a moments hesitation Stiles nodded slowly. "Fine, but if this takes longer than a month the pack can fend for themselves". Stiles said as Derek came out of the building. Deaton went around the jeep and got in the back. Stiles was about to follow when Derek grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a hug. "I didn't worry you too much did I"? he asked beside Stiles' ear. "No, but next time you might consider giving your number to the whole pack and not just me" Stiles said trying to play off his nerves at having Derek this close. After a quick squeeze Derek released him and climbed in the passenger seat of the jeep. What have I gotten myself into Stiles thought before joining them and driving home.