Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Alternate reality part3(Sterek)

It had been a whole twenty-four hours by this point and there was no promise of getting home any time soon. Derek had graciously allowed Stiles to crash on his couch. The pair were now spilling over books upon books to find a way to get things back to normal.

"You're so much like him," Derek said looking at Stiles as they human chewed nervously on his pen.

Stiles looked up to meet the alpha's eyes. Since Cora had died, he never lost his alpha status, unlike his Derek.

"You must miss him," Stiles had noticed the way Derek refrained from reaching out to him at different times. It pained Stiles.

"It's worse than just missing him. I know you're not actually him, but...it's like you are," Derek dropped his head back to the book on his lap.

Stiles couldn't help but think what would happen if he never got back to his world. What if he was trapped here forever? He opted not to voice this concern, Derek seemed upset enough.

"You said you and I, er, you and him aren't together?" Derek asked then changing the subject slightly.

This time is was Stiles' turn to drop his head, "No."

"But you love him," It wasn't posed as a question.

"I do," Stiles nodded.

"He doesn't feel the same?" Derek was frowning now.

Stiles snorted in response, "We have a complicated relationship."

"You're his anchor though, right?"

"Ha, that's a good one. Derek and I aren't close at all," Stiles new this to be true, but saying it out loud stung.

"You know, I kept my Stiles at a distance too, it took me years to admit my feelings for him. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to get out of Beacon Hills and find someone human," Derek glanced over at a framed picture of the two of them.

"He did leave for a while, three months. But he came back. His feelings for me never changed so, I gave in one night. I told him he was my anchor, and that he was the most important person in my life. He thought I'd been cursed or put under some spell," Derek chuckled at the memory.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip. It was hard to imagine his Derek ever doing something like that.

"Maybe you should just tell him how you feel, it sounds like he's lost more people than I have. He could just be too afraid to lose you," Derek offered gently.

Stiles felt his eyes sting with threatening tears, "I don't that would go over well. Derek would have to be the first one to make a move. I don't ever want him to feel pressured," Stiles shook his head.

Derek reached for Stiles' cheek, catching a tear with his thumb, "He doesn't know what he's missing."

Stiles leaned into Derek's touch.

"You know, whenever my Stiles is upset, we eat ice cream together. I happen to have a couple of tubs," Derek stood up then.

"It doesn't seem like we're all that different," Stiles almost wished he could stay and be with this Derek. He knew it wasn't his Derek, but the way it felt to be cared for by him, it made Stiles ache for his Derek even more.

"Why didn't you pretend to be him?" Derek asked as he handed Stiles a spoon, "You knew Stiles and I were together, it would have been your chance to be with him," Derek pointed out.

"You don't love me though, you love him," Stiles pointed out.

"I may never have known," Derek smiled sadly.