Dream Catchers - Sterek (Sequel to Tears Don't Fall)

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"So...I was really drunk last night huh?" Stiles chuckled as he swung himself around on the kitchen stool to face Derek. 

"You don't remember anything at all?" Derek raised his eyebrows, prying. 

"Nothing after my...11th drink. Yeah, 11th drink." 

Derek laughed slightly shaking his head. 

"Oh no...what did I do?"

"Your hands tended to wander...a lot." 

Stiles gulped a little, embarrassed. "Well what can I say...magic hands" he wiggled his fingers. 

Derek smiled, rolling his eyes before placing the pancakes on the table in front of Stiles.

"Cheers big guy" Stiles dug in, oblivious to Dereks purplexed face. 

"Need a ride?" Derek noticed Stiles pulling his bag onto his shoulders a short while later. 

"Uh...sure" he shrugged, he's sure Derek hated him driving his jeep. 

Derek picked up his keys, before ushering Stiles out of the door and into the car. The drive seemed to go by quickly, and before Stiles knew it he was kissing Derek goodbye.

"Pick you up at 3?" Derek leaned over the seat so he could see Stiles. 

"It's a date" Stiles goofed, making Derek laugh. 

With that, Derek drove off, leaving Stiles for his school day. 

~ 

Firstly, Derek went over to the sheriffs station to see Stilinski and Argent. Let's say, they'd been working on a plan to get rid of Deucalion. They didn't want to put Stiles and their friends in danger if they didn't have to. Some things are just best kept secret. 

"Any updates?" He asked as he entered the office, Argent was already sat with Stilinski. 

"Allison and Scott found nothing out from Gerard. He refused to speak. We have however found a lead on the double homicide." 

"The twins" Derek almost rolled his eyes - double homicide.

"Right." Stilinski nodded. "Forensics ID'd a suspicious vehicle on CCTV, the address traces back to New Mexico." 

Derek stumbled on his thoughts for a second. "New Mexico?" 

"This wasn't Deucalion..." Argent seemed to know something. "I know who this was..."

Derek and Stilinski looked between each other before giving Argent a questioning look.

"The Calaveras." 

Dereks face dropped, he didn't like this revelation one bit. 

"I'll handle this." Argent spoke up, his hand on his gun in his back pocket. 

Before Stilinski could say anything, Argent was out of the door, very closely followed by Derek. Derek followed him to his car, sitting in the passenger seat. 

"Derek, you do know who these people are, don't you?" 

"They have something of mine, and I want it back." 

Chris gave him a skeptical look before turning the engine on. 

~

"Stiles?" Stiles heard a voice from the school doors. 

It was now 4 o'clock and he was still waiting at school for Derek to pick him up. He watched as the dude walked over to him. Stiles had seen him around a few times but never really gotten to know him. He didn't seem to acquire many friends though. 

The dude, also known as Mason walked over to Stiles, standing before him. "What are you still doing here so late?" Mason put his hands in his pockets. 

"Waiting" Stiles sighed. Mason had his usual smile on his face. 

"For an hour after school?" 

"Guess I got stood up" Stiles huffed, annoyed. 

"Need a ride?"

Stiles nodded slowly before smiling and accepting. 

"You owe me" Mason joked as they got into the car together. 

"This is good" Stiles hummed along to a song in the car. 

"You think? I have more." Mason pulled out a CD. 

"Mason's music..." Stiles put it in the CD player. "You made this?" 

"Eh...yeah." 

"This is seriously good." Stiles complimented him. 

"This is probably my favourite i've done." 

"Hmm the first one was pretty great too" Stiles smiled. 

"That one? Nah thats years old." 

Stiles shrugged, "so why do you make music?" 

"I guess I just enjoy it, I have quite a lot of free time so you know..."

"So thats why you're always alone with your headphones on huh?" Stiles nudged him. 

Mason laughed, "I guess." 

"You should hang with us, me and Scott I mean. You seem cool." 

"Thanks" Masons cheeks turned tinted.

Stiles gave directions to his place...his place, he was still getting used to that. 

He was debating in his head on whether he should confront Derek or not about standing him up. His concern must've been showing as Mason questioned him.

"Someone you're avoiding in there?" He asked as Stiles lingered in the car. 

"I...actually no. He was just supposed to pick me up, thats all." 

"Flat mates...unreliable right?" Mason turned the music down a little. 

"Flat mate?" Stiles stumbled, "uh, yeah...terrible" he laughed, shaking his head and brushing it off. 

"This is why I don't have friends" Mason light heartedly joked. 

Grinning, Stiles replied "well you do now." 

Mason ceased to answer, so Stiles decided he best make a move.

"So, I'll see you at school tomorrow?" He asked, picking up his backpack from the footwell. 

"I hope so." Mason smiled, watching Stiles get out of the car. 

"Thanks for the ride!" Stiles called once again before Mason drove off. 

He fumbled in his pocket for his house keys before finding them and letting himself in. 

He tried dialling Derek's number several times but only got his voicemail. On his seventh voicemail, he decided to leave a message. 

"Derek where the hell-" he put the phone down at the sight of the news on the tv. 

Local Police travel to New Mexico to pursue suspect in double homicide.

Stiles picked up the phone again, his face contorted as he dialled Derek's number once more. 

"Derek I swear to God if you're in New Mexico I'm gonna drag your little werewolf ass-" beep.