Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Alternate reality part 2(Sterek)

Stiles scrubbed the palms of his hands along his jeans as Derek stood to his feet.

"You alright, Stiles? You smell super anxious," Derek was frowning with concern.

"Glad to know some things don't change," Stiles snorted.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I'm gonna go catch up with Deaton real quick," Stiles went to step past Derek but the werewolf caught his arm.

"Stiles, please, talk to me," Derek's tone was just as concerned as the look he wore. It was sweet really, though Stiles found in odd. Derek never looked so...vulnerable.

"Is this about last night? Is your dad okay? I know things have been tough at the station lately with so many people quitting. You said he wanted to spend time with you, is that all he wanted?" Derek seemed genuinely worried, it melted Stiles' heart a bit.

"He's fine," Stiles nodded. Surely his dad, or alternate universe dad was fine, "I'll catch you later." Stiles stepped by Derek but Derek grabbed his wrist gently pulling him in before Stiles could process.

Stiles' lips met Derek's. Stiles tensed, pulling away quickly. He knew Derek could hear his heart thudding against his chest.

"What's wrong?" Derek's concern turned to worry.

"I just really need to talk to Deaton," Stiles prayed Derek wouldn't hear the lie.

"Stiles, you know you don't have to lie to me. Please tell me what's wrong," Derek's tone was pleading in a way that made Stiles heart ache.

"I'm not Stiles," Stiles blurted, "I mean I am, but not your Stiles. Like not the Stiles you...think...I am." He shifted nervously.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't do this," Stiles gestured between the two of them, "It's...not right," Stiles shook his head.

Derek stiffened.

"I just don't think, your Stiles would appreciate it. Cause...I know I wouldn't." Stiles looked at Derek longingly. What it would be like to actually be with Derek.

"Stiles you're not making any sense," Derek was frowning down at the human.

"I'm from...an alternate reality, and...I was cursed," Stiles squinted at Derek.

"What?" Derek asked blinking at him.

"That sounded better in my head," Stiles ran his hand along the back of his neck.

"Stiles if this is some way of breaking up with me, just be honest," Derek sighed. He suddenly looked very tired. It reminded Stiles of his own Derek back home.

"What?" Stiles tried to process what Derek was saying.

"Baby, I thought everything was going so well. We just passed a year a month ago. We didn't know if we'd make it that far." Derek took Stiles hands in his.

"A year?" Stiles felt a sad smile touch his lips.

"Stiles, I love you, please just talk to me. We can work this out," Derek was begging.

Stiles' mouth dropped open a bit. Derek loved him. Not him him and not his Derek, but in another world, Derek loved him.

Stiles' teeth sunk into his bottom lip as a frowned embedded itself into his features, "I've always imagined what it'd be like to hear you say that. Dreamed of it. And I know that in all the worlds, in every universe where we've met, I love you too."

Derek looked confused.

"Derek, I promise I'm not breaking up with you. I'm trying to tell you that I'm from an alternate reality where a witch switched me with...myself...the Stiles from this universe. I know it's hard to believe but...Look, let me show you," Stiles sifted through his pocket for his phone.