Sterek one shots

Ghostly Records

I cried

Credit: BananaWombat

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It was Lydia that found them.

Nobody had managed to guess the password for Derek's laptop (the caveman had finally gotten Internet, drinks all round), but Lydia had made Danny teach her computer coding and had managed to hack it after three days of work. Really, all they'd wanted to do was find some sort of gross and inappropriate internet bookmark for blackmail material. Or details of his latest murder victim. Or something funny.

Not this.

"Who the hell is that?"

"No idea," Scott said in reply to Jackson's question. They were all huddled over Lydia's shoulders, peering at the laptop screen.

"I don't know either," Lydia said, adding in an undertone, "and there's not much I don't know."

It was a guy. He must've been about nineteen, tall and pale with broad shoulders and a slim waist, messy brown hair and big amber eyes. Moles dotted up and down his neck and the sides of his face. There were photos, so many photos, of him - from every angle, in different clothes, in different settings. In a leather jacket three sizes too big for him at a gas station, looking over his shoulder, the sun setting his eyes on fire. A purple shirt and boxers, standing over a kitchen table, holding a wad of mail. Lying on a sofa wearing the ugliest pair of stripy socks they'd ever seen, laughing at something someone off-camera had said.

Videos, too. Lydia clicked play on one.

" - NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN," roared the guy, dancing around a kitchen in a t-shirt, underwear and socks. "C'mon, dance!"

"Jesus, Stiles, your future kids might see this," said a girl from behind the camera, someone sounding suspiciously familiar.

"That would be their fault," the guy said, snorting. He picked up a pair of teaspoons and began to slide around in the socks. " - AND HURT YOU!"

"We need to tell Cora," Erica said.

"Mmm," Allison nodded, "he might be stalking this poor kid for all we know."

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"Cora, we think Derek might be stalking somebody."

Cora turned around and almost fell over when she was greeted by the entire pack, all wearing their concerned faces. "What? Who's he stalking?"

"Some kid," Lydia said, turning the laptop around to show the youngest Hale the screen. "We found loads of pictures and videos on his laptop. We're kind of worried."

Cora stepped a little closer, peering at the screen. Her reaction is not something they expected.

She froze. Her face literally seized up, as if she'd turned to stone. She carried on staring at the laptop, as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Uh....Cora?" Isaac questioned anxiously.

Cora snapped out of it. "That," she growled out, biting the words, "is none of your business." She slammed the laptop lid shut. "You should never have looked at that."

That was unexpected.

"What, why?" Allison asked, at the same time Scott called out, "who is he?"

Cora, who had began to walk towards to door in a huff, seemed to sag. She gave them a sad look over her shoulder. "His fiance."

There was a moment of stunned silence, before Boyd got out, "why haven't we seen him?"

Cora's face hardened. "Because he's dead."

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