A/N: THIS IS A STEREK FLUFFY KINDA LIKE ONE SHOT TRUST ME ITS REALLY CUTE I HAD SHIVERS WRITING IT.
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Longing for Comfort
It was late at night after Derek and Cora's uncle Peter told them the reason of Derek's blue eyes before he was an Alpha. Both Cora and Stiles didn't quite believe Peter. Because what their teacher, Jennifer Blake had say, in finding out some truth of a story, there will always be two answer. From the person that's going trough it's perspective, and the one that's being told or knowing the story's perspective.
So Cora and Stiles discussed about it. Knowing that Peter may or may not change some of his story. Because as Cora said, Peter's heart rate never went up, nor did it went down. So its either he's telling the truth, or he's just a really good liar.
"Oh, so you're just gonna go to Derek and ask him about the girl he fell in love with, and then killed?" she gave him the 'are you for real' look and fold her arms just under her boobs.
"If I have to, yeah." He said to her.
Its true, though. In this case, they definitely needed to know why his eyes were blue instead of yellow, and what does all this has to do with the Alpha pack's revenge on him.
"You know that it won't be easy, right? Derek don't usually just open up to someone. Not even me. He definitely can't trust his uncle anymore. I know I don't." she said. Flicking her eyes from him then to scan Derek's flat.
I got up from my sitting, and pulled her up. "Let's just go to sleep. I'll wait for Derek to come." he paused and let out a sigh. "Let's just hope that he'll tell me."
"And won't kill you before you even say the word Paige." She said, trying to loosen up things a bit.
Stiles scoffed at that.
"Yeah, like that's gonna make this way more easier. Thanks. Now get your werewolf ass to bed." He joked. Then let out one big grin and shooed her out. Forgetting that this is her place, after all.
She nodded and smiled weakly at him. Then walked upstairs mumbling a good-night which he replied by nodding.
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He climbed up the stairs to his flat--it doesn't have any elevators, to which he was still wondering why-- and pulled out his key to open the door.
He dropped down his things onto his bar, and took one glass from the shelf and made himself a cup of tea.
"You know, Derek. Usually on this hour, people would make them a glass of coffee instead of tea. It made them look... well, maturer." a voice said, which he recognize automatically. The voice that its owner is so incredibly annoying and immature.
"What are you doing in my house at..." he paused to take a glance at his hand-watch. "10 pm? And is maturer even a word?" Derek said without even looking at the boy.
Stiles scoffed at him and also poured himself the leftovers of the tea that Derek made.
"I was waiting for you to come home and yes, maturer is a word. Look it up on the dictionary, you idiot." Derek growled at the word idiot. But the same question still hanging on his mind.
"And why are you waiting for me? I didn't know that I booked a meeting with a barely-graduated-high-school student." Derek pointed out, a bit too harshly. But Stiles was too busy admiring the picture of the Hale family-- as Stiles carelessly pointed out since both Cora and Peter was in the picture-- hanging on the wall to notice.
"Well... uh, I was wondering if you'd tell me something that might be a little... Personal."
Derek shot his head at this, probably knowing where this would be going. He put down his cup and walked to the sofa beside the picture that Stiles was busy staring at.
