Teen Wolf one-shots

Teenage Derek

~ 3rd ~

The pack had gone to Mexico and fought Kate and the berserkers. Scott and Derek called a truce between the pack and the Calavera Family, promising not to go back to Mexico unless it was life or death. Preferably death. 

Now the pack were on their way home, they only had one problem left. Derek wasn't Derek. He was still Derek, just younger. 

First thing they needed to do was get Derek to Deaton and find out what the hell happened. 

~ Car ~

"We should take him to Deaton he'll probably know what happened." Scott spoke up, driving Stiles' jeep. 

"I don't know, maybe he just needs to rest, he was pretty wound up earlier. If we let him sleep, he'll calm down, and then we can take him to the clinic." Stiles' voice was quiet because Derek was asleep on his shoulder, but loud enough for everyone in the jeep to hear him. 

"Stiles, we need to figure out how to get Derek back." Scott tried but failed to convince Stiles. 

Stiles was about to speak when Scott cut him off. "The sooner we figure out what to do, the sooner you get adult Derek back, and we get back to normal. He's clearly relaxed now, so we go straight to Deaton and get answers. As long as you stay with him, he'll be relaxed and won't try to kill Deaton." Stiles hated his best friend sometimes. 

"Fine, but if he tries to kill us, I'm coming back and killing you myself." Stiles said simply and went back to watching Derek sleep. 

"You know he doesn't remember your history together, right?" Liam said, leaning on my other shoulder. 

"I know, but there is something in the way he looks at me that make me think the memories are there, he just can't unlock them." The jeep fell silent for the rest of the drive. Scott was driving, Malia was asleep in the passenger side and Stiles was sat in the back with Derek sleeping on one side and Liam on the other. 

They finally got back to town and everyone was exhausted. Scott drove Malia and Liam home, then he drove to the animal clinic, calling Deaton on the way to meet them there. 

They were sat in the jeep outside the clinic's back door waiting for Deaton. Scott was watching Stiles in the rearview mirror, who was watching teenage Derek, still sleeping. 

"You think he knows how important he is?" Scott asked, making Stiles look up. 

"No. He didn't before, he definitely doesn't now. Derek's life was simple when he was fifteen he had love, family, happiness and then everything was ripped away from him. He doesn't know that everyone he's loved is dead, and I'm keeping it from him for as long as I can." Stiles said sternly, looking right into Scotts eyes. 

When Deaton showed up, he knocked on the jeep window and Derek jumped up. 

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's only Deaton he's going to help you." Stiles said, grabbing Derek's shoulders and turning him to face him to look into his brown eyes. 

Derek instantly calmed down, and his ice blue eyes changed back to their normal hazel. "Don't leave me." Derek whispered. 

Stiles shook his head and smiled. "I won't. I won't leave the clinic without you. I promise." 

Derek turned and opened the door, waiting for Stiles to get out behind him. He made Stiles go into the animal clinic first, and he stayed close behind him. 

They walked in and Deaton was going through old books on the table. He had about twenty books sprawled on the table. 

Stiles stood looking curiously at the books, wanting to read and note down everything. Derek nudged Stiles and pulled him to the seats by the wall.