May The Gods Be Never Than You Braver

EMOTION & EXILE

Derek can feel the icy morning air on his face as he runs through the trees, pushing himself to keep up the fast pace he has set. His tank top and sweat pants aren't doing much for the cold and even with his werewolf resilience, the sting of the ice-like air is getting to him.

He keeps going though, pushing through the discomfort, a loud, steady beat coming from his earphones to block out the world. Things haven't been going well for him lately. First of all, other than the fact he hasn't slept well in weeks, he has just managed to rescue his sister Cora, the only remaining member of his pack, from the now dead Deucalion, with the help of people who really didn't like him at all.

Secondly, he was still coming to grips with the fact that his uncle now looked like he could be his brother.

Thirdly, and probably the worst of his problems, he had violated Stiles, the boy he'd had a crush on... forever. He is as confused about that as Stiles is actually.

He has no recollection of the night, just bits and pieces. The one part that seems to be on replay in his head at the moment is Stiles voice saying "Stop Derek! Stop it, get off!", then him replying "I... I can't." When he says that in the memory he can hardly recognise his voice, as if it wasn't really him.

He's still trying to figure out what happened and running seems to be the only way to take his mind off all the stupid crap going on recently, so that's what he's doing.

When he returns to his apartment he almost shits himself as Peter appears in the kitchen, smiling creepily. He's still not used to the fact that his uncle is back to looking the way he did when Derek was in high school.

"You're home!" Peter says, almost too cheerfully.
"Yeah. What's up with you?" Derek replies, seeming extremely uninterested in anything the youthful peter in front of him has to say.
"I'm just in a good mood. It's funny how becoming younger and stronger can do that to a person isn't it?"

"Ugh, shut the fuck up with all your wisdom-y shit." Derek makes a beeline for his bedroom and just before he shuts the door he hears Peter mutter,

"Well someone's Mr grumpy pants today." He considers going back to the kitchen and seriously injuring Peter for that comment, but thinks that he probably wouldn't do much damage anyway.

Derek spends most of Saturday sulking in his room before deciding he needs to do something about the 'Stiles' situation. He wants to go talk to him but first of all he needs to figure out exactly what happened.

He focuses on what he remembers of the night and so far it isn't looking good. His memory is vague and all he can remember is dropping Jennifer at the airport then driving home. After that all he has are snippets of what must have been later that night when he was with Stiles.

He doesn't even remember when he met up with Stiles or saw him or anything, just those horrific scenes that keep replaying in his head. His insides are twisted with guilt, confusion and regret, the feelings so strong that they haven't faded at all since that night, and that he has actually cried about it once or twice. Not that he would admit that to anyone.

After going through the nights events what must have been a million times and making a few lists, Derek thinks he might have figured out what happened.

The rest of the Beacon hills werewolves had been poisoned twice by wolfs bane recently and that had made them do crazy things, things they wouldn't have dreamed of without the influence of the poison, similar to what Derek had done that night.

That was theory one. Theory two was that it was like what had happened to Lydia when Peter compelled her to bring him back to life. He got in her head somehow and controlled what she did. Derek wasn't sure which one was true but maybe if he could get Stiles to listen to what he had figured out then they could work it out together.

The Stilinski house looks the same as always, and thankfully Stiles' jeep is parked out front and the Sheriff isn't home yet.