You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 13

Stiles' POV

"Hey Derek have you..." I barge into Derek's study and see my alpha and my father break away from each other. My Dad looks slightly annoyed and Derek is wiping his eyes like he's been crying. "Are you okay?" I ask, moving towards him. I place a hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze, which makes Derek smile slightly. I turn on my Dad. "What did you say to him?" I snap, feeling anger bubble in my chest. All Derek does is look after me and my dad knows that!

"Nothing Stiles, it wasn't your Dad." Derek tells me, and I smile sheepishly at my father, feeling bad for jumping to conclusions.

"Oh- sorry Dad" I mumble, embarrassed, but he just shrugs it off.

"Don't be silly. How's the hand?" I show him my hand which has been cleaned by Scott's mom. It's a bit swollen and a little cut but I've had worse, Derek pulls me closer to him and takes my wounded hand in both of his and begins to leech away the pain.

"It doesn't hurt" I lie, trying to pull away but he holds on tighter and gives me a 'don't bullshit me' look so I let it happen. "Well not much anyway." I sigh, but I can't deny that he has eased the ache. Derek drops my hand and gives me a look over, assessing me I think.

"I think it's time I go and speak to my Beta." He sighs, and looks to my Dad who nods and Derek takes that as his cue to go. I frown. Was he asking my Dad's permission? That's weird. I follow after him and hear my Dad stand to join us. Jackson is in the living room with Danny and Lydia, he looks away when he sees Derek.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have. I lost control. I'm sorry." An apology, from Jackson. A miracle! But Derek doesn't seem pleased, he's all tense and breathing quite heavy.

"No. You shouldn't have." He growls and I know his eyes are red without needing to see his face. I step closer and place my hand on his bicep.

"It's okay. He said sorry. I think we both lost control. Just leave it alone now Derek." Whilst Derek stops tensing he still doesn't seem like he wants to walk away, so I slide my hand down his arm and into his, interlocking our fingers. "Maybe you should go home Jackson?" I suggest as I tug on Derek's hand in an attempt to pull him away. He starts to back off, one small step at a time and I catch a glimpse Lydia looking between Derek and me, her forehead creased into a frown as she continues to stare. Her eyes flick up and meet mine and then she quickly looks away. "Come on Der" I mumble, feeling uncomfortable. As I pull him away my Dad steps aside to let us through and he's looking at me funny too. Why is everyone acting so weird? I take Derek back to his study and shut the door behind us. He's calmed down, I can feel it, the fire in my chest that I had before has gone now, replaced by, by a stream running gently, its water suffocating the coals and leaving nothing but embers in its wake. I don't know how I know this, how I can feel it.

"Stiles?" I snap to attention, Derek is standing next to me, looking at me with his quizzical brow. I'm still holding his hand, I begin wiggle my fingers from his but Derek only tightens his grip. "Don't let go yet." He mumbles, a slight blush on his cheeks and then he tugs my arms a little so I'm against his chest and he releases my hand so that he can wrap his arms around me. His face moves to the crook of my neck and I can hear him taking deep, long breaths in and out. I hug him back, because apparently Derek is having quite an emotional day and I make sure to squeeze him to me so he knows that I'm here. We stand like that for awhile, Derek holding me to him, breathing in my scent, or maybe his scent? I am in his hoodie. His arms slacken and he stands up straight, pulling away. I know without seeing my reflection that there's that look of curiosity on my face, because Derek has just become a puzzle, a puzzle I need to solve.

"What was that?" I ask, not angrily, though it sounds quite defensive.

"Nothing. Nothing. I-I've got to go." He mumbles and then he rushes away. I don't think so!

"HEY!" I yell, scampering after him, but he's already out the front door and by the time I'm at the bottom of the porch steps he's shifted into his wolf form and is gone. "Fuck this!" I snap and run right after him.

"Stiles, I think he needs some time alone!" Peter yells after me. "STILES!" I ignore him and continue my pursuit. He's not hard to track, with his wolf being so big you can see where his paws have imprinted into the dirt and where the force of his body has snapped of branches and twigs as he's charged through. There's even tufts of fur here and there.

"Stupid Derek." I snap as I hop over a log, the paw prints are deeper here, from where the full force of Derek's wolf has hit the ground. "Stupid, stupid Derek." I duck under a low hanging branch and find myself at the edge of a clearing and there at the centre of it, is Derek. His wolf is a formidable force, jet black against the green, he's pacing back and forth and every so often he slams a paw down into the dirt and rips up some of the grass, a snarl rippling from between his jaws every time. Then he flops down, literally flops, and roll over onto his back with his legs in the air. I step forward. "Derek." His head lols back so that he's looking at me upside down and I lock eyes with his. They're glowing red, not from anger or to show dominance, but simply because he's in wolf form. An easy way to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf. I advance towards him and he rolls over and sits on his haunches, he's as tall as me in this form, unmistakably an alpha. "You ran." I mumble, when I'm in front of him, his fur is blowing slightly in the breeze and it makes me want to reach out and touch it. Derek sighs and it's so much like his human-self that I can't help but snort. He huffs as this, which only makes me giggle, Derek pushes on my chest with his head and knocks me to the ground. "Awh don't be such a Sourwolf!" I tease and the wolf steps over me, his face hovering inches above mine. "You gonna bite me?" I tease, daring him to do something. Derek hates being challenged and he snarls quietly, but he's all bark and we both know it. I reach up and run my hand through the fur on his cheek and watch as the wolf's eyes shut and he tilts his head into my hand. "Why did you run?" I ask, removing my hand and Derek whines, he actually whines, at the loss of contact and it hurts me, physically hurts me to hear it, like a pang in my chest, so I quickly thread my hand back through his fur and Derek leans his massive head down against my own and my eyes shut involuntary, blocked out by his mass of black fur. "Talk to me" I whisper, knowing he can hear. He huffs once and then he's gone. I sit up and snap my eyes in all directions, finding the path where he has fled. "What's the point?" I sigh, lying back down on the ground. He obviously doesn't want to talk. "Jackass!" I let my eyes slip shut, it's quite comfy. "Screw Derek. The emotionally stunted asshole." But even as the words leave my lips I know they're a lie.