Angel Flares

Ch 14: Sea-witches and Tropical Fish Pt I

 Stiles stared at Derek, "What the hell just happened?" he asked his boyfriend.

"I don't know", Derek mouthed, and "He just thanked me", he added louder and then, "What did he say to you?" he asked

Stiles shook his head, "He spoke to me in Polish, basically told me, Mom would have been proud of me", he blinked owlishly, "Truth is, I can speak, Russian and Polish fluently, and words in Spanish, but I haven't spoken either Language to anyone since I was ten, after mom died, bringing out the Language was too painful", he whispered softly.

"How are you still fluent, if you haven't practiced speaking?" Derek wondered curiously, even as they sorted out the last tray with Russian and Polish delicacies on.

Stiles grabbed the Cinnamon Buns, "Books, my mother had a huge collection of Russian and Polish Stories and poetry, and I just read them. Once every night before bed. At least I used to, before Scott got turned into a woman every month", he joked weakly.

"You really want Cora to hit you again right?"

Stiles laughed, "Hmm, I'm open to spanking", he teased.

Derek snorted, and pulled him for a hug and he grinned softly, against his chest, "Will you speak to me in Russian?" he asked, "Or Polish", he requested softly.

"YA tebya lyublyu", Stiles answered cheekily.

"What does that mean?" Derek blinked.

"Russian; I Love You!" he answered honestly.

"Oh!" and Derek beamed at him, "yo también te quiero", he whispered in Spanish.

Stiles beamed at him, "Come on let's go meet the Pack for breakfast, think anything's still left?" he asked.

Derek shrugged, "I guess Russian and Polish is a ways to go", he grinned at him.

Stiles laughed.

"Hey can I ask you a question?"

"Hmm??"

"When Scott accused me the second time, why didn't you agree with him?"

Stiles shrugged, "Honestly", he paused, "When we found Laura, I kind of spent the night starting my research on you", Stiles answered.

"And whatever you found was enough to let me off the hook, even when I hated you, could barely stand you?" Derek wondered confused, letting Stiles shuffle out first.

Stiles shrugged even as he looked up, "Uh..." he paused when all eyes swiveled to him, "No one's eating anything, why is no one eating anything?" he stared at everyone, and the full Breakfast bench.

Lydia snorted, "Because we were waiting for you two?" she answered with a very expressive 'Well Duh' look.

"Well yeah dig in", he muttered and placed the tray of Cinnamon Buns, in the middle, and Derek followed with the tray of the Polish and Russian food.

Derek and Stiles sat between Jordan and Cora on the Bench seats;

John at the head, and going in clockwise, Melissa, Scott, Kira, Lydia, Isaac, Alan, Mr. and Mrs. Yukimura, Satomi-san, Danny, Mason, Brett, Liam, Cora, Derek, and then Stiles and Jordan, "Well now eat, already", Stiles shook his head amused.

Everyone moved at once and Stiles turned back to Derek, "Anyway, after that", he whispered offering a semblance of privacy, "Getting information, on you was like breaking into Fort Knox", he muttered, "The photo of you, in Central Park under that tree, I had to go through every contact I could find, and talk to over too many people to even be considered normal, and we're talking about me! I ratcheted up the phone bill, and with the Jeep in a ton of accidents, Gas money, was spent on 'Find out about Derek Hale'", he buttered a toast and cut into a fried egg, scooping up the yolk.