Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

In another life(Sterek)

Stiles followed Scott up the stairs and to Derek's loft where the alpha was waiting outside the door.

"Derek, where is she?" Scott asked as they approached.

"I don't like this," Derek growled not answering Scott's question.

"She said she'll only talk to Stiles," Scott huffed.

"I don't trust her," Derek growled again, his arms crossed over his chest.

"She's a witch, Stiles is a druid, they're kindred spirits," Scott argued gently.

"Derek it's fine, you're all going to be there, she can't do anything," Derek had grown over protective of the pack especially the humans.

Derek sighed moving aside so that they could enter the loft.

When Stiles stepped inside, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but it definitely wasn't what he saw. Sat on Derek's couch was a raven-haired woman, her long hair draped over her narrow shoulders. She wore an emerald green dress that matched her eyes.

"Stiles," She spoke in a soft English accent as she stood.

"Umm, hi," Stiles frowned. He didn't recognize the woman but she acted as if they were old friends.

She pulled him into a hug which he awkwardly returned out of politeness.

"It's so to see you," She gushed, pulling back.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" Stiles wasn't normally one to forget a face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you wouldn't remember. I'm Morgana," She smiled almost sadly.

"So we have met," Stiles racked his brain trying to recall when he would have met this girl.

"It was a long time ago," She waved a dismissive hand.

"Okay, so what are you doing here?" Stiles asked glancing over around at the pack. Lydia was on the couch with Cora. Scott was standing with Allison and Isaac and Derek stood by the door his arms still crossed over his chest.

"I hate to ask this of you, but I need your help. I need to find someone, someone powerful. His name is Emrys. I wouldn't ask this of you, but I don't have anyone else to go to. I'm being hunted by another witch. Only Emrys can help me defeat her, but I need to find him," Morgana spoke urgently.

"I don't know an Emrys," Stiles shook his head.

"Your magic can help me, if we join together, you can help me find him, I just need a druid's help. They're hard to find. I'm only asking because once upon a time I saved your life, I thought I might ask the favor in return," She looked hopeful and nervous.

"Okay, no, you're not gonna come in here and start claiming to have saved his life, hoping he'll feel obligated to help you," Derek snapped stepping towards the witch.

"That's not what this is," Morgana shook her head.

"When did you save my life?" Stiles frowned, ignoring Derek.

"It's was in another life," The sad smile returned.

Stiles' eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

"I know it sounds crazy, but-"

"Yeah, I think someone needs to lay off the cocoa puffs," Stiles quipped taking a step back.

"I swear it, I'm a high priestess, you were the close to the age you are now when I saved you. You were to be hanged for being a druid, but I snuck you out of the castle, Emrys and I, together. We brought you back to your pack, much like this one," Morgana explained quickly.

"That's enough," Derek growled.

"You have a tattoo, the druid symbol on your left hip," Morgana spoke again.

"I said enough," Derek's eyes flared bright red.

"Wait," Stiles stepped up, stopping Derek.

Morgana smiled, "I see he still trusts you," Morgana said glancing at Derek.

"Derek doesn't trust anyone," Stiles snorted.

"Wait, aren't you two together?" Morgana asked with a confused frown.

This time Derek's brows shot up.

"You're kidding right?" Stiles laughed.

"You two were great together before," Morgana spoke as if remembering.

"He didn't trust me then either, but you assured him I meant you no harm. He trusted you. He was always very protective of you then as well, especially with that particular wolf, oh what was his name? Paul? Pete? Peter." She grinned remembering the older wolf, "He used to flirt with you all the time, drove Derek crazy. That was before you were together though. The next time I saw you, you were very much in love," Morgana smiled at the pair.

Derek looked like he was ready to rip her throat out, while Stiles looked pale.

"Sorry, I don't mean to reminisce. I just loved you two together," Morgana waved her hand, "Anyway, I'm being hunted by a high priestess like myself, and I could think of no one I trust more," She smiled at Stiles as if she were looking at her little brother.

"I'll help you," Stiles nodded then.

"Stiles, are you sure that's a good idea?" Scott piped in then.

"She knew about Peter and my tattoo, I think she's telling the truth," Stiles said nodding at his best friend.

At that moment all eyes landed on Derek.

"Fine, but I'm-"

"Not leaving his side, I know. That was always your rule back then as well," Morgana grinned.

Stiles tried not to dwell on the fact that in another life Derek actually returned the feelings he felt for the alpha. He wondered if he'd get so lucky in this lifetime. He doubted it.

(Yet another prompt for Sterek week)