Back To You

Derek is back.

Friday July 21st.
9:36 am.

The week had been dreadful and mono-tone, just like the ones before and Stiles thought today was going to be just one more day, why would it be any different?

Except this time he hadn't woken up at 2 pm like he had planned all summer long, this time he had been woken up by the annoying sound his phone made every time Scott called. The obnoxious ringtone had started out as a joke but through the years Stiles couldn't find it in him to change it. It was endearing, really. Everything went quiet again, signaling the end of the call and Stiles thought 'if it's important he'll call again' and he did. Scott's loud and ear piercing ringtone played through the small speakers on Stiles phone, each ring louder that the one before. Stiles finally gave in and shuffled his bedding looking for the source of such unbearable noise. Once the phone was in his hand he answered the call on his drowsy state.

"Scott it's 9:30 a.m. why are you doing this to me man?!" Stiles was not a morning person and even though he loved Scott, he was not ecstatic about this conversation taking place so early in the morning.

"Oh shut up, it's important. I was heading over to the city to get some stuff and I heard two cops saying they were circling the area because -get this- Derek Hale is.. back."

A minute ago Stiles had been complaining about the absurd noise in his room, and now, he's being deafened by the silence surrounding him. The only noice coming from Scott's breathing, because Stiles sure as hell wasn't. Derek Hale was back? It had been two years without any sort of news or contact from him. He had disappeared from the face of the earth. Left no trace behind. He got it though, Stiles understood why he had to leave, but he didn't want him to. See, Stiles knew him for 3 years, hated him for 6 months, liked him for 2 and loved him for remaining 28. He thought he had loved Lydia, but nothing compared to the unconditional love he, for some reason, found himself feeling for Derek. He tried blaming the teenage hormones, but that excuse can only work for so long. He's not in high school anymore, he's not a teen. He's a deputy in training, a grown man, yet the name 'Derek Hale' turned him into that lanky teenager who gawked over the back muscles on Derek's well-toned body, the teen who dreamed of waking up and seeing those moss green orbs starring right back at his auburn ones. He never got over Derek. How could he? The man was a sculpted by the gods. Can you really blame him? He needed to make sure he heard right and it's not his mind playing tricks on him.

"Stiles? Hello? Did you fall asleep again or..?"

"Huh? Oh. Umm, no I'm- uhh I'm just out of it, you know, I just woke and all. Uhh, did you just say Derek Hale is back? THE Derek Hale?"

"Yes Stiles, Derek -freaking- Hale man! He's back. I don't know why he's back, but I think we should pay him a visit and see what's going on. One of the cops said he's living down the street from our old high school."

"Uhh I don't think- should we really? Visit him, I mean. Would he want us there?"

"Don't know, don't care. I just want to ask him why he's suddenly back because I am not about to fight some sort of creature again. Those days are gone, that stuff gets old. Also me, I'm getting old. I can't just leave my family to chase some mutant bunny or something. I have responsibilities."

Stiles didn't know how to answer that. It was clear Scott was going to go regardless of wether or not Stiles would join him, so it's not like he HAD to say 'yes' but he kind of wanted to. He wanted to see the man again. Wanted to tell him everything. Everything. Get it off his chest once and for all. But at the same time, there was the chance Derek might rip him to shreds. It's 50/50 really.

"Ok fine I'll meet you at the high school"

The answer had slipped off his lips before he could stop himself and hung up. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew he should've just moved on years ago, he knew all that. But he couldn't help but wonder what Derek looked like now. Would he still be all toned and defined? Would he still be as moody? Was his butt just as nice as it had been 2 years ago? These were all very important questions Stiles needed to know the answer to.