Angel Flares

Ch 3: Family*Pack*Home

"Is this what Déjà vu is?"

Stiles blinked up and turned to stare at Derek, "Why?" and then noticed the purple-blue bruise he was sporting, "What the hell happened to you?" he asked sitting up.

Derek crossed the space and sat down where he was suddenly sitting up cross-legged.

"To answer your first question; I was going to ask what you were doing?" Derek started as Stiles cautiously took his chin, and tilted it to his right, and Stiles laughed recalling the question he'd asked a whole month ago.

"And to answer your second question; Scott punched me", he answered wincing as Stiles' thumb brushed the area.

"Why???" he asked softly, voice having gone wary.

"According to Mrs. Martin he's experiencing amazing levels of jealousy", Derek answered.

Natalie Martin had taken things surprisingly well, her daughter being a banshee probably explained things so well, she quipped, 'Explains when she was born, she screamed the place down. The doctors were terrified; only Lydia!'

Most of the pack had laughed and Lydia had flushed bright red, 'Mooommmm!!!'

Derek hummed as Stiles' hand trailed down his neck, and into his hair.

At times like this one, where Derek's guard drops, and the puppy-likeness he gets, it makes Stiles happy. He let his hands rake through the wolf's hair and tugged.

Derek whined, "What were you doing?" he asked after he opened his eyes.

"Uhm...maybe it'd be easier to show you", he let go of the wolf, and kept his own whine back, and lay down back in the position he was in before Derek came in, "I was looking for inspiration", he whispered.

Derek lay down beside him, and looked at where he was pointing, "I don't understand—", he started, "How is watching clouds, inspiring?" he asked, as he let his hand rest next to his.

Stiles bit his lip, "This client I have, wants me to paint something artistically flamboyant", he waved his hand around, "What the hell does that mean?" he asked, "I asked him, do you want something abstract, modern art, triangles and squares, rainbows, a still life, a floral boundaries, give me an idea!!!!" he yelled out loud.

Derek turned to him, and hummed, as he lay up, resting his head and on his hand, "So what did he want? Any ideas coming up?" he asked softly.

Stiles turned to him, and sighed, "I wish", he sighed again.

"So Paint clouds then", he offered with a smile.

"I've been staring at the white fluffy goodness for a while now, but it's just driving me, insane", he closed his eyes and exhaled.

"Forget about that, I think you should let the others know what's behind door number 1 and door number 2, and the Hale Pack painting", he murmured softly.

"It's just... I'm not ready", Stiles whispered, "This is my place, mine. And I don't wanna share it", he closed his eyes.

"You shared it with me", Derek pointed out.

"But you're different Derek", he whispered.

Derek blinked at him, eyes flashing luminescent blue.

"Der—"

"Stiles", Derek whispered and Stiles felt him move closer, "I want you to show it to the pack. Scott may not be my Alpha, but the McCall pack is an aligned pack to the Hales", he murmured.

Stiles opened his eyes, his heart thudded at the closeness as Derek leaned down, and he licked his lip.

Derek's eyes followed the movement and he leaned down, "Stiles", he hummed, "What is this between us?" he asked softly.