But I can't stand at all (stiam fanfic)

You can't tell anyone.....

I'M HEEEERRREEE AAAAGGGGGAAAIIIINNNN! So yea. I guess i'm pretty happy. My sister's here now, back from college for DA holidays. SHE'S LIKE MY FAVOURITE SHEDEVIL EVER! yap. Did I forget something? Oh yeah! MERRY FRIGGIN CHRISTMAS MORONIC BEAUTIFUL CHLDREN!!! well at least it's Christmas here where I am and no one's up on their lazy bums yet. So just me on the computer. My bro is awake and I think my dad is too but they don't wanna admit it. Words of wisdom for today: Ya know what........it's YOUR choice this time. Whatever YOU want. :)

Well, here he is.

Now Stiles just has to go inside.

He takes a deep breath and barges into the loft. That's where he spots Derek on the couch reading. He looks up at him and, to Stiles' surprise, grunts and keeps reading.

He stares at him annoyed. Stiles walks toward Derek on the couch and stops a few inches from him. Derek looks up once more, rolls his eyes, and continues to read.

Stiles leans down next to Derek's face and stares at him. "Where's Marcus?" he asks.

"A place,"

"A place where?"

"A place somewhere,"

"A place somewhere here?"

"A place somewhere where he is,"

"Is that somewhere where he is somewhere near here?"

"Somewhere where he is a somewhere he is and somewhere there is somewhere close and far from here,"

"So if he's somewhere close and far from here then somewhere where he's not is nowhere so he's somewhere near here and not near nowhere?"

"He's nowhere and somewhere no one can find somewhere and he'll sometimes show up somewhere here but he's not here where he's somewhat supposed to be!"

".....................what?"

Derek sighs and closes his book, looking Stiles in the eye.

"I have no idea where he is, honestly. He left a few hours ago," Derek says.

Stiles smiles and kisses Derek on the cheek. "Thank you sweetems," He says sarcastically serious.

He hops up from his leaning position and walks toward the exit. "He'll probably be back soon, you can wait here if you want!" Derek called from behind Stiles.

Stiles looked back. "That's okay, I think I know where he is," Stiles smiles and slides the heavy door closed behind him. He heads to the Hale House.

They tore it down not too long ago but, Stiles had a feeling Marcus would be there. He hid behind a tree and peaked over his shoulder. There he was. Marcus, laying in the middle of the rubble, staring at the sky.

Stiles inched closer, sure that he couldn't see him.

Suddenly, he spoke. "I can hear you idiot," He says in a low but understandable voice. Stiles froze in place, then gave up. He sighed and walked toward Marcus.

"How'd you know I was here?" he says as soon as Stiles was in a two foot radius. 

"You're practically a Hale. And, I know Derek Hale. So, I kind of know you too," He says honestly.

Stiles sits down next to Marcus who looks rather relaxed. "Interesting theory.....but you're wrong. You don't know me," He states firmly.

Stiles lays down next to Marcus. "I guess you're right. But, I need to know. What's up with you? Why are you so distant? You didn't even know Liam that well," Stiles says plainly, when on the inside he was dying.