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Freaky Friday at Beacon Hills High ch3

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Derek pulled the door closed behind him with a slam and let out an exasperated sigh. Subconsciously he strained to hear Stiles’ footfalls moving down the street but could hear nothing beyond some shuffling feet past the end of the hallway. He dragged a hand across his face lamenting the dull human senses he had to work with. He sniffed the air. Dinner was cooking but weather it was ready, what it was and where Stiles’ father was in the house eluded him. The familiar itching frustration that had been plaguing his mind sparked in him and it took all his strength not to punch the wall (he had learned earlier that day that all it brought was bruised knuckles). Derek had never been a human before and the sensation was almost suffocating. He felt smothered; unable to hear a heartbeat, even his own, unable to smell intentions, unable to feel the movement of those around him.

“Stiles?” came a call and Derek followed the noise as best he could. He walked down the front hall till he reached a doorway through which lay a kitchen/living room area. Standing by the stove was Stiles’ father Sheriff Stilinsky, putting the finishing touches on what appeared to be a steak dinner. He looked up and started a little but smiled.

“Stiles. Where you out?” Stilinsky asked with a slight pinch of his brow “I came home and you weren’t in bed”

“Yeah” Derek said abandoning the idea of mimicking Stiles the moment it came to mind “I went out to get some throat lozenges”

“Ah. You’re sounding much better actually.” Stilinsky said dishing up two dinners “What are you wearing?”

“Oh you haven’t seen these before?” Derek replied looking down at the large loose black clothes “I was down to my last clean clothes…I never really wear them”

“Oh” Stilinksy said and shrugged with acceptance.  

“Mmm” Derek mumbled with a nod and turned to head upstairs.

“Hey” Stilinsky called and Derek paused looking over his shoulder. The older man held up a steaming plate of food “Dinner?”

Derek ground his teeth wanting nothing more then to be alone but inclined his head slightly and returned to the kitchen table. He slid into a seat and waited for his dinner to be brought over. Splayed across one side of the table were piles of paper. Some had small notes attached and their where photographs too. Derek read the title of the nearest piece of paper and noted that it was a police report.

A plate moved past his vision and he looked up at the man standing beside him. Stilinsky was staring at him through squinted eyes. Derek tensed up. The man placed his plate down on top of the papers then pressed his hand to Derek’s forehead. As the calloused palm rested over his skin Derek was transported back to his childhood.

You have to relax little man, changing into a warewolf is rough. You’re going to get fevers and shakes. Just remember it’s all going to be ok and I’ll be here if you need me

Derek huffed a breath out of his nose, taken aback by the sudden show of affection and concern.

“Are you sure you’re ok Stiles?” Stilinsky asked worry thrumming through his fatherly tones “You’re really….quiet tonight”

“Yeah I just-” Derek said searching for a good lie. He was bad at lying at the best of times “I’m just sick”

“You don’t have a fever…” Stilinsky said letting his hand slip away before settling down in his seat.

“Run down I guess” Derek replied deciding that the best way to avoid suspicion was finding another subject. He pointed to the pile of papers “What’s this?” he asked and almost at the same time as asked he recognized a house in one of the photographs.

“The Hale case” Stilinsky replied. Derek tensed up eyes flicking back to the papers.

“Why are you going over them?” Derek asked cutting off a slice of steak. He felt hot behind his ears and he realized that he was nervous.  

“I don’t have any pressing cases now so I thought I’d look over this one again. I always feel like I’ve missed something” Stilinsky replied munching away at a mouthful of broccoli “Sometimes I feel bad for that kid”

“What kid?” Derek asked. Stilinsky met Derek’s eyes and frowned as if it where an unusual question.

“Derek Hale” Stilinsky replied, “That guy you kind of ‘sort-of-ok-yeah-you-do’ know”

“Oh of coarse” Derek replied with a knowing nod and went back to eating. In spite of the peculiarity of the situation Derek couldn’t ignore how delicious every mouthful he took was. The steak was juicy and dripping with gravy and vegetables where soft but firm enough that they didn’t fall apart till they where in his mouth. Derek couldn’t remember the last time he had a hot home cooked meal.

“It just seems very strange to me that they where unable to get out of the house…it doesn’t seem like an accident. By the same token though there was no reason for anyone to attack this family. They where well liked by the community. They had never gotten into any altercations. Who would want to kill them?” Stilinsky sighed collecting the loose papers up and beginning to store them away “And with all those kids in the house too” Stilinsky’s face looked grave then as though he where contemplating the magnitude of the tragedy.

Derek’s mind flittered briefly over the details of his younger years and that one horrible day that changed the coarse of his life.

“Kind of makes you think it’s not so strange that he’s always getting in trouble” Stilinsky added thoughtfully. Derek watched Stilinsky. He’d only ever seen the Sheriff as a pest and an obstacle but now as he watched him he saw something else.

“Doesn’t mean I’m saying its ok to hang out with him though” Stilinsky warned pointing his fork at Derek but there was a smile in his eyes as he spoke. As though he knew Stiles would do it anyway.

“Remind me again, when did you say I couldn’t hang out with Derek?” Derek asked in a rare moment of curiosity about the hyperactive kid who seemed only a bane to his existence. Stilinksy’s expression twinged with annoyance.

“Months ago and you know it” Stilinksy said making an attempt at authority.

“Yeah…yeah that’s right” Derek said slowly knowing that Stiles had therefore seen him, spoken to him and sought him out against Stilinsky’s wishes time and time again. They finished dinner in a comfortable silence. Derek wasn’t sure of the protocol for dishes in the Stilinksy household so he gathered his plate up and was about to take it to the sink when Stilinksy said

“What?”

“Hmm?” Derek replied looking back over his shoulder.

“You’re smirking what is it?” Stilinksy asked picking up his plate and the condiments. Derek hadn’t realized he had been smirking. He’d just been thinking about Stiles.

“A joke…from school” Derek said lamely and made his way to the sink.

“Leave it, I got it” Stilinksy said retrieving detergent from under the sink “You’ve gotta study for that test tomorrow”

“Ok” Derek said pausing in the doorway “Uh hey dad?”

“Yeah” Stilinksy asked filling the sink with water.

“Thanks for dinner”

Stilinksy met his gaze expression lit up.

“No problem Stiles. See you in the morning”

Derek took the stairs two at a time and stepped into Stiles’ bedroom. It was odd entering through the door but Derek supposed he could get used to it. He sunk into the desk chair and stared at the math books resting before him. He issued a deep sigh labored with exasperation and opened the book to the page with notes sticking out. As he read over the material he wondered if he would pass the test. Stiles did not know it but it was one of the areas in which Derek excelled at high school. He took a deep breath and chanced a look around the room.

He smelt nothing but air.

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Stiles stood on the threshold of the hale house willing himself to take the step inside. He’d been standing in the same spot for two hours. He could feel all of his hairs standing on end and had been unable to ascertain exactly why. He had never felt like this at the house before. He knew it wasn’t a human fear that held him still. There was something in the house. Something wrong. He had tried a few times to wolf out but having never done it before he was unsure of how to trigger it. He gave himself a firm shake that started in his head and ended in his shoulders. He jumped up and down on the spot and prepared himself to enter.

“Ok stiles it’s just a house nothing but an old abandoned shell of a house” Stiles said to himself before adding “…in the middle of the woods…in the middle of the night…shutting up shutting up” He stepped inside.

It was pitch black for only a second before Stile’s eyes adjusted sweeping the black away and replacing it with a dim blue light. He pulled the front door closed and listened hard. He was astounded by what he could hear. He was sure there was a deer not far from the house eating shrubs. A soft wind was rustling through the leaves. The house was shifting quietly in its old run down way but he could hear no movements of any people in the house. The further in he moved the more the odd slithering feeling crawled up his spine. Then he caught the scent.

Stiles hand flew to cover his nose and he let out a cry at the smell. It was stranger and worse then anything he’d smelt before. It wasn’t that it was a bad smell but it was a smell that drew something cold around his heart and squeezed till Stiles gasped. It was the smell of old death. It was musty in a way - so old he couldn’t even catch the decay. But he could feel it like one feels a wall they are standing close to but does not quite touch.

There had been a young girl and she had been near where he was standing. She must have been 6 and had died lying in the hall. Stiles staggered into the kitchen where the scent faded momentarily before it grew again. Someone had been by the door, an older man. No matter where Stiles ran downstairs he couldn’t escape it. There where people everywhere. It was a massacre. He coughed and ran up the stairs. He wasn’t even sure how he knew where to go, he supposed it was because he was in Derek’s body but he bolted into a room and closed the door behind him with a slam heart pounding.

He fell to his knees forearms resting on a mattress in the middle of the room. Tears dribbled down his cheeks as he gasped through his mouth trying to avoid the smell. After some time he calmed down and chanced a sniff. He opened his eyes and sat up with some surprise. The space smelt lived in; fresh in a way Stiles couldn’t put his finger on. If nothing else it smelt of life and that was enough of a change. He wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.

The room was sparse and charred like all the others however scattered throughout the small space where items. There was a lamp in the corner and some books stacked up beside it. Behind the foot of the mattress there where some picture frames. Stiles did not recognize most of the faces behind the glass. Only one face stood out in a large family portrait. It was a small boy, all rounded cheeks and a toothy grin that almost reached to each ear. His eyes where bright with laughter.

“Huh” Stiles said lifting the picture up and moving from the floor onto the mattress “baby sourwolf is kind of…freakin adorable”

Unlike downstairs this place felt safe and Stiles knew it must be Derek’s room. He stared at the picture at length almost unable to believe that Derek could ever have such an innocent, happy and free expression on his face. The smile was so unlike the others he’d seen all arrogance or mocking or disdainful. Stiles placed the picture down beside his head and lay back. He stared at all of the faces and then he saw her. The little girl was only a baby in the photo. He breathed hard through his nose and looked back at the closed bedroom door shrouded in shadows.

In that moment Derek’s past cemented into his mind. Stiles did not know why but ever since he’d been a kid and heard of the fire at the Hale household he’d thought of it as a kind of urban myth or a legend. As though the grisly details where just told to scare kids at slumber parties. As he lay on the coverless mattress that was Derek’s bed in the dark charred room he realized this horror was Derek’s life and that any creepy tale he had been told about the Hales had left out the worst part of the story. The shell of a boy left behind without a home or parents. A boy living in a dead world.  

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Derek sighed as he penned the final answer of the test onto his paper. He eyed the clock noting he had finished the test ten minutes early. He sat back in his seat watching the other teens that were laboring over their work. The last 24 hours had been bizarre in the extreme. Not only was he sitting in a classroom suffering a severe case of dejavu but he had eaten 2 family meals with a father and been forced to hang with Scott for the day and socialize. There was a sting to the afternoon sun as it lit the room in a gentle light.

He did not feel any closer to being at peace. If anything he felt himself sliding further into a state of tension. Every normal thing he did from driving to school to eating lunch in the cafeteria had dragged him further from his element. There was a claustrophobic quality to being surrounded by people whose intentions and actions where unknown to him.

The bell rang and he sighed with relief before gathering his things and filing out into the hall with all his other classmates.  He reached his locker and began pulling out his bag.

“Hey Stilinsky!” came a voice from a few feet behind “Whats up?”

Derek looked over his shoulder at a handful of kids walking towards him from behind. He gave them a hard glare, slammed his locker shut and continued down the hallway towards the school car park.

“What’s wrong dickhead no witty comeback today?” the voice called again. He supposed that Stiles was known for pissing people off, as he was able to so marvelously and constantly keep Derek on his toes. He kept walking and ignored them. He had no time for idiots and wanted to leave the school as quickly as possible.

“Hey!” Derek felt the scratch of fingers fisting into the back of his shirt, lifting him and slamming him into a locker. Derek flinched as a locker stabbed painfully into the skin between his shoulder blades “I asked you a question”

Derek snarled grabbing the kid by the lapels and head butting him hard. The boy staggered back clutching his forehead and Derek scrambled down the hallway and out the exit. He made it halfway across the footpath to the car park before the boy caught up. He grabbed Derek mid run and threw him violently to the ground. Derek tried to roar and though it did not reverberate through his chest it came out like a wild snarl. He leapt back up tackling the larger boy to the ground. He drew back his hand fingers splayed waiting for his claws to come. The boy stared up at him as if bracing for something to happen. The same moment that Derek remembered the claws would not come was the moment the kid landed a hard fist into his gut.

Derek doubled over as the pain throbbed into his stomach muscles and with a groan he fell to the side the kid pulling himself up. His friends surrounded him all of them looking down at Derek with sneers and grins.

“When I talk to you – you listen. When I say jump you say –“ the bully began

“Fuck you” Derek coughed out. The bully’s sneer turned into a scowl. He pulled back his foot and Derek could tell a kick was coming. He clenched his knees to his chest tight and braced himself.

“HEY!” a deep voice cut through the crowd and the group of kids backed away a little. Derek looked back to see his body walking over looking like fury warmed up “You heard him! FUCK OFF!”

The bully backed away throwing one last glance down at Derek.

“Don’t even think about it – if I see you beat on kids again on my turf I will rip your arm off and beat you with the wet end!” Stiles said speeding his pace, the bully fleeing. Derek stared up at Stiles who stood over him till the bullies where out of sight.

“You see sourpuss” Stiles said bobbing down beside him and holding out a hand “It’s important to shake things up a bit. If you’re always talking about ‘ripping out the throat’ this and ‘ripping your head off’ that kids get desensitized. Step it up a notch occasionally and they really take notice-”

“I don’t need your help” Derek snarled Stile’s voice once again lending it more of a wine tone then a roar.

“Yeah yeah you never need anyone’s help” Stiles said lifting Derek to his feet. Derek straightened up in spite of his aching muscles “We gotta talk. If you’d like I can drag you by your shirt so it’s looks like it always looks when we talk”

Derek shook his head and picked up his backpack. He tossed it over one shoulder before giving Stiles a reluctant

“Fine. Talk”  

“Can you take better care of my body I’m gonna be taking it back one of these days and I don’t wanna feel like a truck hit me when it happens” Stiles snapped under his breath as they began to walk to the car park.

“What are you talking about? Those kids had a problem with you not me” Derek replied.

“I have never fought those dougenozzles in my life” Stiles snapped, “I give em a bit of witty banter and they piss off”

Derek wondered if he had acted hastily when he thought about how quickly things had escalated. The kid had thrown him against the locker but he had thrown the first hit.

“Anyway…Listen I’m sorry about what happened at your house” Stiles continued. Derek looked sharply up at him.

In that moment he hated being human most. He felt so exposed and weak. Stiles could smell his remorse; feel the jolting step that revealed his pain was worse then he was letting on, Stiles could see right through him. He had no idea how the fidgety kid had stood being around Derek when Derek had always seen through him. The inability to escape or lie about anything unnerved him. The idea that Stiles knew what had occurred in that house shook him to the core. No one else should have ever known it.  

“How did you find out?” Derek asked.

“I smelt it” Stiles replied, “It was bizarre…kinda like seeing an echo”

Derek huffed out a hard breath and strode forward.

“Hey wait! Derek!” Stiles called moving to catch up “It’s gotta be hard man I mean living there. Did you think about…moving maybe?”

Derek focused on his throbbing stomach.

“Derek!”

Derek whipped around and bores holes into his own skull with the glare he usually reserved for wolfing out.  

“Back” he annunciated “off”

“Can’t you trust me for like one minute?! I saved your life and I didn’t have to Derek! Don’t you think that earns me the tiniest bit of trust?!” Stiles exclaimed and Derek could see the pleading in his features. Derek shuddered at the thought that Stiles had felt something he’d known all his life. Had been the only one that now knew.

“No” Derek shook his head minutely before walking on.

“Fine! Just try to smile occasionally ok? I don’t want my expression to freeze like that if the wind changes!”

Derek could hear Stiles shout as he rounded the corner to the car park.

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Stiles slumped onto an old couch in what had once been the Hale living room. He’d bought some candles on his way back to Derek’s that night and had spread them evenly around the front of the house. He’d found bringing light into the equation lent the house a far less morbid vibe. His mobile buzzed with a text informing him that his pizza was on the way. Stiles smiled a little to himself.

“One tv away from a cozy home environment” Stiles said before leaning down to flick through some of the books he’d brought down from Derek’s room. He wondered, as he read the titles, how long he would be stuck in Derek’s body. He wondered if he would have to go to college in Derek Hale’s body. A diminishing part of him could live with that but aside from anything else living like Derek was shaping up to be a pretty depressing experience. He’d found himself beginning to converse with the open air in the hopes that if any of Derek’s family did remain in some ghost form they would at least be slightly entertained. There was a heavy knock at the door. Stiles’ head flicked up to stare at it.

“Pizza?” he called.

No reply followed. Stiles sniffed the air but it was hard to get past the smells in the house he’d been staunchly ignoring since the night before. He stood slowly reminding himself that he was now at the very least %70 more intimidating then he had been before and could scare off any thugs if need be. He pulled the door open quickly to find himself on the door step.
So remember when I used to write this fic a bazzillion years ago? Well this chapter has been %90 done for AGES and I had a bit of spare time before bed and thought I would knock over the last %10. It's been a long long time (it has LITERALLY been 2 years! Good god!) since i've written either of these characters so I'm QUITE rusty and weather or not I post the last chapter may depend on weather ANY sterek happens this season at all. I always was really proud of the start of this chapter and at least wanted to post this chapter for that very reason. If ANYONE still cares I hope you like it :)

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I really liked your story. I hope you do another chapter soon :)