The Untold Truth

Chapter 4: "Stiles, is that you?"

"Derek. Derek." Derek was woken up calmly and surprisingly. "Morning babe." Derek turned his head quickly to the right and saw Stiles in nothing but an apron. "Stiles, is that you?" He turned and looked at Derek saying, "Of course it is." Stiles chuckles and walks over to the bed and sits next to where Derek is laying. "Did you find your way back? Did Scott find you?" Derek said as he looked at Stiles with lust filled eyes and confusion.

"What? You don't remeber?" Derek shook his head. "Well maybe I should jog your memory." Stiles began to untie his apron then leaned into Derek and--

"Derek wake up!" Derek slowly opened his eyes to find Scott and Isaac standing before him. He sat up and looked around in confusion. "I... I think I might know how to find Stiles." Scott looked at Derek bewildered and says, "Because of a dream? I don't know dude. I mean, it's a dream." Derek didn't answer. He didn't know whether he was just having a sex dream about Stiles or Stiles was somehow communicating with him. But what he did know is that he liked Stiles. That was the secret and he was going to keep this to himself.

"Wait, he might have something going for us. We need the best we can." Isaac wanted Scott and Derek to find Stiles. He didn't know if he could take this big secret. If Scott were to find out, Isaac would be torn to shreds. Keeping it a secret might be best. "No. Uh, never mind. Just a silly little dream."

"Anyway, we're going to look for Stiles some more at the beacon of Beacon Hills. Around there you know?" Derek thought that the beacon was the worst place to look. He knew how to find Stiles but he had to go alone but go along with Scott. "Uh, yeah of course."

"Alright let's go right now." Scott headed for the door but Derek stood up in his boxer briefs. "Can I get dress first?" Derek opened his arms in sarcastic wonder. "Oh god, yes. I really wish I didn't turn around."

After Derek got dressed, they headed off into the forest. Scott leading, Isaac right after, and Derek in the back. He tried to plan out how he was going to find Stiles. Derek thought back to his dream and remembered he was given a time and a place. But he knew it had to be exact to be able to work. His instructions were very clear. At the coordinates (1,530, 1,467) of the forest range on August 23 of this year, immediately start running at 9:54 towards the South West. Don't stop running until you knock something over. Derek knew he had to be perfect at this because of the specific plan.

The three wolfs reached the beacon. Scott tried to sniff Stiles out but he got nothing. He put his head down in disappointment. "I honestly thought I would be able to smell him. I'm starting to lose hope. I haven't eaten or slept." Derek put his hand on Scott's shoulders. "We can find him. We've just been too wrapped in this. If we get rest then maybe we'll have a better chance of finding--" "Derek, He went missing on the 13th. It's been 10 days. 10 days without sarcasm, without his witty comments, without his knowledge that helps us more than we think." Scott said interrupting Derek. "Can you trust me?" Scott nodded his head. "Then we can find him. Only if you go home and rest."

After he sent Isaac and Scott off, he sat at the beacon. "Big day tomorrow." Derek sighed. "Why am I doing this. Impressing him? Making him realize? Ha. Whether he likes me or not, I'm doing this for the pack. For the pack." Derek continued to say that to himself as he slowly walked away from the beacon, and back into the city.