Red Riding Hoodie

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January 16th 2014

"I'm Derek." The dark headed man says, staring down the unknown boy. "Stiles," he sits wide-eyed, and almost staring into the older man's green eyes. Derek found it amusing and used a little of his wolf power and made his eyes fade blue.

Stiles sits up straighter, keeping his eyes on Derek, he yelled towards the loft door, "Woah, okay. Um, Scott?" Derek looked at his leg, a frown appearing slowly on his face.

"Oh look, my lovely nephew is awake!" Peter shouts in a sarcastic voice, approaching Derek. "Fuck off," Derek mumbled, pushing himself off of his bed and standing straight.

"Derek," Scott's voice called through the wooden loft door, "no, no. Derek you need to sit down and let it heal." Scott's mumbling just made Derek continue to stand ignoring his uncle's harsh comments.

"Listen, I may be injured right now but when I'm done healing I swear I'll make sure you're dead when I'm done with you." Stiles laughed silently at Derek's threat to his own uncle; considering they probably had a complicated relationship.

Scott managed to maneuver around Peter and the countless chairs scattered in the older man's loft. "Scott, Scott, I'm fine." Derek laughed at how worried Scott seemed - they only met a few hours ago.

"See?" He moved his pants leg over where his injury was - showing healed skin. "It's healed." Scott's jaw clenched, "What the hell?!" his eyebrows furrowed together, he attempted to punch the older man's chest but he caught Scott's wrist in his hand.

"I thought I was going to witness someone actually dying; in front of me! You know how many nightmares that would've caused? I would've been scarred for life-" Scott rambles, ripping his wrist out of Derek's grip.

"None of our scars last that long," Derek pointed out, Scott threw his hands up. "Whatever! I would've been scarred for a few long years," Derek nodded, looking over to his uncle - then the younger brown headed boy.

Peter clamps his hands together, "Boys!" his voice cheery and happy. "Can Derek and I talk alone?" he try's asking in the nicest way possible, since he was a psychotic killer.

Stiles jumps up from the couch, pulling one of his drooping sleeves back up his arm. Scott walks out of the loft, allowing Stiles to step outside the huge door before closing it.

"Okay Dere-" Peter starts, but is cut off by Derek's growl, "How is that possible?" He asks his uncle, sitting on his couch, placing his head in his hands.

"It makes sense.." Peter smiles to himself. "I mean you're a big bad wolf and he's already got the red hoodi-" "Don't." Derek laughs, "Wh- That's not even funny," His smile and laughs decrease as his signature scowl is suppressed back upon his face.

Peter sit beside his nephew on the couch, "Okay, well first I suggest you tell him-" "Do you know how bad that will freak him out?!" Derek cuts his uncle off for the third time, "Would you please stop interrupting me?" Peter shouts.

"As I was saying, you tell him when he has gotten to know you a little, and gained your trust so he can trust that you're not lying to him; so you won't freak him out." Peter explains, hinting at 'trust'.

"You expect him to trust me?" Derek half hearted laughs, "Right, because that'll happen." Peter laughs, Derek joining in. His uncle trying to remember the last time he and his nephew actually laughed this hard and enjoyed it.

He couldn't remember such a time.