Stiles Stilinski having graduated from high school is now taking up residence at the University of Western Ontario for a Ph.D. in computer sciences and technology. He decides one day to join the swim team after visiting his home and finding an old s...
It's December twenty fourth and a cold white powder is falling from the sky, each unique snowflake landing on Stiles's hair and eyelashes as he knocks on the door to his own home in Beacon Hills, California.
"Stiles!" Yells his father loudly as he sweeps his son into a large bone crushing bear hug. "I didn't think you would be home for Christmas this year. I'm so very glad to see you again." His father ushered Stiles inside before talking excitedly again, a continuous stream of words erupting from his mouth. "I invited some people over and they should be here any minute. Pretty much everyone you know is coming and maybe a couple that you don't know." As if on cue the doorbell rang and Stiles ran to answer it as his dad had to carve up the turkey. Stiles opened the door to find Alison and Scott holding some boxes.
"Stiles, it's so great to see you again!" Said Alison as she hugged him. Scott lightly punched his shoulder and smiled. "I'm glad to see you haven't died yet. I hope the workload isn't too stressful." They stepped into the house, removed their coats and made themselves at home while waiting for the other guests to arrive. Much later Scott's mother arrived and Stiles and Scott watched as their parents kissed each other. Clearly they had a thing going on. Then Lydia and Jackson arrived together. They both were attending Waterloo University on scholarships and they had recently gotten back together after a devastating breakup. It seemed that everyone had a significant other except for Stiles and it genuinely saddened him. The doorbell rang again and when Stiles opened it, he found an older man and the mysterious stranger that he had bumped into at the coffee shop.
"Peter, Derek welcome." Called Stiles's dad as he walked into the entrance. Stiles looked confused so his father began to elaborate.
"Well Stiles, this is Peter Hale and he has been helping us with some cases involving animal attacks and this is his nephew Derek Hale, who I believe goes to Western as well." The oven rang loudly and his father left them quickly. Derek stared at Stiles before speaking, his voice as blunt and gruff as ever.
"I'm glad that we were finally introduced properly Stiles. I'm Derek and it's nice to meet you." Derek stared down Stiles out of the corner of his eyes as he turned around to lead them to the living room.
His chocolate hair was slightly spiky and stuck up in many directions. Black glasses frames his face and he wore tight fitting khakis and a grey button down shirt. Derek wasn't sure what he felt at the moment. He wasn't infatuated with Stiles but he was cute in an innocent, geeky kind of way and he made Derek's heart flutter. Derek refused to let his heart love as everyone he lived usually died.
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Stiles led them all into the dining room and helped his dad to bring the food in when everything was set up. The only empty seat was beside Derek and stiles begrudgingly accepted it. The food was passed around and soon everyone was chatting loudly, finally at ease with one another. All except for Derek. Being back in Beacon Hills brought memories of dark times, memories of fire and brimstone and he would rather forget those memories.
"So Derek," interrupted Stiles's father "Your uncle tells me that you're quite the swimmer. Would you like to elaborate on that?" Derek relaxed as the conversation went on a more friendly path.
"Well, I'm going to Western on a swimming scholarship of sorts. My specialty is the backstroke actually and that's really about it." The audiences attention shifted back to their meals and Derek relaxed again, the attention finally off of him. He was home for the holidays but this house was not a home.
***. Many years ago
"We can't have him losing focus of his goals, I hope you understand this. We need to get rid off the distractions and we need to see them burn." The two individuals shook hands and they smiled wickedly. Nothing would distract them from their goal and nothing would ever distract their target from his goal.
