Hills to Forks (Stiles Stilinski x Embry Call) **Discontinued For Now**

New Home (Part one)

It had been two days since the Alphas fight in Stiles' honor and after patching Derek up with a whole lot of growling from Leah every time Derek so much as flinched, because 'Stiles wasn't being gentle enough with her imprint'.

Yeah, the two grumpy wolves suited each other.

But it was the day the pack finally arrived in Forks.

After Leah reluctantly released Derek into Stiles' custody the two set out for the rest of the day and the entire next morning getting the house ready.

It was a large wooden cabin about double the size of the Cullen house, there were two floors to it and separate rooms and bathrooms for each pack member, thank God. It also had a beautiful wrap-around porch and a small in-ground pool that led straight off into the woods but depending on which way you faced it, it could either lead you straight to Emily and Sam's place or the beach.

Yeah, this place was going to get some taking used to, for the pack at least.

Stiles though knew Forks like the back of his hand by now and was more than well navigated on which direction or tree cluster led you where and when exactly to turn back before you were either rolling down an unexpected hill, falling into a river you had no idea was even there, or crossing the treaty's borderline and showing up in the Cullen's backyard.

"What time are they supposed to arrive?" Stiles asked as he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Derek stood off to the side by the counter peacefully sipping his coffee before he darted his eyes upward to the wall clock.

"In an hour or so," he simply replied.

Stiles nodded, "Cool."

Derek noted the too calmness of Stiles, sure he'd grown a lot less jumpy over the years but his ADHD was always still there. The nervous ticks, the slight rock to his body when he stood still for too long, or the subtle fidgeting with his hands when he wasn't holding something.

But right now, he was calm and all too normal. Which was very unnormal for Stiles. He stood leaning against the wall his eyes trained on the living room they had yet to decorate to its full potential. He didn't say anything and he looked lost in thought.

Derek slowly set his coffee down on the isle before moving to stand in front of his packmate.

Stiles didn't notice.

Derek waved a hand in front of his face.

He still didn't notice.

"Stiles," the alpha finally called snapping his fingers.

Stiles blinked before quickly shaking his head and looking back at Derek. "Uh, yeah, what is it, Sourwolf?"

Derek frowned his brow furrowing as he spoke, "What's wrong with you?" he outright asked.

Stiles straightened up as a scoff left his lips. "What?"

"You're very calm today, what's wrong?"

Stiles laughed. "And what it's a crime to not be on edge and jumpy?"

"For you?" Derek asked. "Yes."

Stiles sighed as he turned around and started to move the extra moving boxes from one side of the room to the other.

"I'm fine, Derek. Thanks for your concern," was all he answered with.

"Stiles," Derek persisted his tone gaining a hint of frustration to it.

"You're not going to let it go, are you, Sourwolf?"

Derek crossed his arms over his chest. "No. And stop calling me Sourwolf!"