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shanachie_quillTitle: This is Mine (part 2 ages 9 and 10)
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series: This is Mine
Written For: whogeek, irishjeeper
Prompt: This is Mine
Summary: Derek and Stiles through the years starting at age 5.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wee!boys, off-screen minor character death,
Disclaimer: no one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this
Author's Note: So I saw this picture a few days ago This is Mine and just had to do something with it. This is going to have about 4 chapters, but I’m not sure when the other 2 are going to be written. Just thought I’d get the first one up.
Derek reached out and snagged Stiles’s shirt, preventing the other boy from face-planting into the wall. “One of these days you’ll learn to walk,” he commented.
Stiles made a face at him. “I walk just fine. Just because my brain goes faster than my limbs doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with the way I walk.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I worry one of these days you’ll do actual damage.”
“You shouldn’t worry, I have my werewolf to take care of me,” Stiles said with a grin.
Derek knuckled his hair. “I won’t always be there.” His expression sobered. “Are you supposed to go to the hospital after school?”
“Dad doesn’t want me to, but he’s on duty so if I don’t go, Mom’s not going to have any visitors.”
"If you want I'll take you," Derek offered, pulling Stiles out of the flow of traffic before he got run over.
"I don't want you to get in trouble with Mom Talia if we..."
"Mom's busy with Cora. I mean not like super busy but if I go to the hospital with you she's not going to complain."
"Yeah. Okay. Fine. Whatever. I wanna see Mom so if you aren't going to get in trouble."
Derek stopped outside the door to Stiles's classroom. "I'll come get you after school."
"I can find my own way, Derek!" Stiles yelled after him.
Derek just waved over his shoulder in response.
The nurses were used to Stiles (with Derek in tow) showing up not long after school let out. The first few times, they’d immediately called Stiles’s father, but the deputy had assured them he knew where his son was and he was aware of what they were doing so the two nine year olds were able to make their way to Claudia Stilinski's room without being challenged.
Stiles paused outside her door and looked at Derek, who cocked his head to the side. After a moment he nodded. “She’s just resting,” he said softly.
“Thanks, Der,” Stiles replied. He pasted on a bright smile and pushed into the room. “Hey, Mom.”
Claudia’s amber eyes, so like Stiles’s, fluttered open at his greeting. “Stiles. Hi, baby.” Her glance flickered to Derek. “Hello, Derek.”
“Hi, Mom Claudia,” Derek said. He moved swiftly across the room, helping her sit up, before dropping his backpack in the corner.
Stiles dragged a chair over so he could sit next to the bed. “How are you feeling, Mom?”
“It’s been a good day, honey. How was school?”
“Fine. Dad’s working late tonight.”
“I know. He stopped by before he went on shift. Are you going to stay and eat dinner with me?”
Stiles glanced over at Derek, who shrugged in response. “I dunno. If not I guess I’ll go out to the Hales’.”
“Good. I’m glad you have Derek,” Claudia said. She reached out as if she was going to run her hand through Stiles’s hair, but her hand dropped before she could complete the gesture.
“Mo-om,” Stiles whined. “It’s not like that. At all. We’re nine.”
Claudia smiled at him. “You know I was about your age when I met your dad. Maybe a little bit younger. And I knew from the day I met him that he was the man I was going to marry.”
“Okay. Ew. Mom. That’s gross.”
“It’s not, sweetie. Sometimes you just meet someone and you know.”
“Yeah okay but ew Mom. I didn’t need to know that about you and Dad.”
“I think it’s kinda sweet, Mom Claudia,” Derek spoke up from where he sat in the corner.
“You would, wolf boy,” Stiles said.
Any further conversation was stalled when a nurse walked in. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Stilinski?”
“I told you to call me Claudia. Much better now that I have such handsome visitors,” Claudia answered. “Have you met my boys, Melissa? This is Stiles and his best friend, Derek.”
“No, I hadn’t. Hello, boys.” Melissa smiled at them before taking a closer look at Stiles. “Actually I think I do know you. Didn’t you work on a project with my son, Scott? He talked about nothing else for a week afterwards. It was nice of you to be so friendly to him. He doesn’t really know anyone in town yet.”
Stiles looked confused for minute before his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah. The map project. That was. Yeah.” His eyes flicked to Derek. “Scott did pretty good with that.”
A low growl came from the corner where Derek was sitting and both Claudia and Stiles rolled their eyes. Melissa looked shocked for a moment. “Umm,” she said.
“Derek is a bit possessive of my time,” Stiles said. “Down, boy.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
“I’m sorry, but did he just… growl?” Melissa questioned.
“Um, yes. Yes, he did,” Stiles stammered. “He, um…” Stiles looked at his mother for help.
“Derek is a little over-protective,” Claudia explained. “And possessive as Stiles explained.” She smiled across the room at the dark haired boy. “And I can’t find it in me to complain.”
“This doesn’t cause problems?” Melissa asked.
“My son isn’t bullied,” Claudia pointed out. “And neither Talia nor I have to worry about the boys. We’re working on making them a little less insular, but they do spend time with Derek’s family.”
“Mo-om,” Stiles whined.
“And now that I’ve embarrassed my boys.” Claudia smiled. “I think they’re both staying for dinner.”
Stiles yelped and flailed as hands grabbed him, dragging him backwards. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed. “Oh. Derek.”
Derek growled at the boy Stiles had been talking to, baring his teeth. “This is mine,” he rumbled.
“Ow. No. Bad wolf,” Stiles scolded. “One. Not a ‘this’. Two. Not a possession.”
“Um. Hi?” Scott ventured.
“Mine,” Derek growled in response.
“No. No. No. No!” Stiles said. “We’ve talked about this, Derek. I might be your human, but I am allowed other friends.” He pointed at the boy who was still watching them with a confused face, probably because Derek had his arms wrapped around Stiles and clearly wasn’t letting go. “This is Scott. Scott is Melissa’s son. We like Scott.”
“No,” Derek replied.
“Yes,” Stiles argued. “Are we seriously going there?” Derek nuzzled against Stiles’s neck before rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s. “Okay now that everyone knows I belong to you. Could you please let go of me? Scott isn’t trying to steal me. Take a deep whiff. Hu. Man.”
Derek huffed. “Mine?” he questioned.
“Yes, crazy face. Can I breathe now? I promise. Scott and I were just talking about video games. Which I still refuse to play with you. You and your freaky werewolf reflexes.”
Derek grinned at his comment, rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s again. “It’s too easy.”
“Yeah I’m sure.” Stiles twitched his head away from Derek’s. “Stop that.”
“I don’t want to get into the middle of some… argument,” Scott started.
“You aren’t,” Stiles said. “Derek is still learning to use his real words. And share. He missed that lesson when we were in kindergarten.”
Derek contemplated the wall of the Stilinski house. It wasn’t like he’d never climbed the wall before, but the so convenient trellis hadn’t been anchored well the last time he’d tried it and he was loathe to attempt it again. At the same time, he needed to get to Stiles. Talia had told him what had happened today and he couldn’t leave the other boy alone and hurting.
Finally deciding to risk it, he gripped the highest rung he could reach and pulled himself upwards; quickly scrambling higher. The trellis shook under his weight, but didn’t peel away from the house. It wasn’t more than a few more scrambles and a quick duck out of the way of a tenacious vine before he was sliding the window to Stiles’s room open.
He tumbled into the room much less gracefully than usual, but there was no reaction from the boy curled on the bed. Derek crept across the room, whimpering low in his throat at the smell of distress wafting off the bed.
As he got closer, he could smell salt from tears, realizing that Stiles must be muffling them in the pillow his face was buried in. That was the last straw and he practically threw himself onto the bed, burrowing into the other boy.
Stiles jolted as Derek’s weight hit his and then he turned over, grasping the werewolf so tightly that Derek actually let out a small yelp at the grip. He was quick to let out a soothing rumble, reassuring the other boy that he wasn’t hurt; just surprised. He wrapped his limbs around his Stiles, rubbing his cheek against the bristle that passed for hair on the other boy’s head.
“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m here and I haven’t left you. She loved you. Loved us all and didn’t want to leave you. She wouldn’t have left if she’d had a choice.”
Stiles didn’t say anything in reply, but simply clung tighter to Derek and the werewolf let him, feeling his shirt get soaked through within moments. He rubbed a gentle hand down the younger boy’s back, a soothing rumble issuing from deep in his chest.
Eventually Stiles’s crying slowed down, subsiding into hitched breathing and slower sobs before finally dying down. His grip on Derek didn’t lessen, even as he drifted off to sleep and Derek simply shifted them into a more comfortable position, keeping tight hold on him.
John Stilinski paused outside his son’s door, leaning his head against the door frame. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this all alone. He was supposed to have Claudia. She was supposed to help him and be beside him; see their son graduate, get married, adopt or have babies, not be gone before Stiles was even ten. He couldn’t believe he’d been left to do this all alone. And he knew he had the Hales to help him, but it just wasn’t the same.
With a heavy sigh, he straightened up, opening the door to Stiles’s room. “Stiles?” He paused as he entered the room, almost unsurprised to see two lumps in the twin bed instead of one. “Good morning, boys.”
Stiles flinched, almost falling out of bed, and Derek reacted, wolfing out into his half-humanoid form and growling at the intruder in room.
John held his hands up, trying to placate the werewolf in his son’s bed. “Easy, Derek. It’s John. It’s just John.”
“Don’t scare Stiles,” Derek growled.
“I didn’t mean to, Derek,” John assured him. He waited until the boy relaxed, settling back into the bed. “Stiles? Can you look at me?”
His son turned, finally facing him, and rubbing reddened eyes. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hey, son,” John said softly. “How about you come down for breakfast?”
“And school?”
“No. No school today. I have to make… arrangements for your mom,” John said awkwardly. “And I think you can stay here with Derek. If it’s all right with Talia.”
Derek nodded quickly. “Mom said I should stay with Stiles as long as he needs.”
“Why don’t you two change your clothes then and come down for breakfast?” John paused on his way out the door. “Oh. And Derek? Next time use the door.”
One Year Later
Derek tugged at the blankets Stiles had buried himself in, trying to pull them back far enough so he could at least see his friend. “Stiles.” He sighed when there was no reaction from the lump on the bed. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to, but…”
“Go ‘way, Derek,” came from under the blankets.
“Can’t do that, Stiles.”
“Can, too.”
“I will hit you!”
“Go ahead,” Derek said evenly. “If it will make you feel better.”
Stiles peeked out of the blankets. “You’d let me?”
Derek shrugged. “If that’s what will make you feel better? I’d rather you didn’t, but if you want to.”
“Rather have you here.”
It took Derek a moment, but he kicked off his sneakers and crawled into the bed, sprawling out across the blankets. “Want to tell me?”
“Dad made me go out this morning,” Stiles started, causing Derek to raise his eyebrows. So far it didn’t sound too bad. “To visit Mom’s grave.”
Derek whimpered softly at the distress he could smell and hear from Stiles, leaning over to nuzzle against the younger boy’s throat. Stiles threw his arms around the werewolf in reaction, burying his face in Derek’s chest. A rumble came from Derek at his reaction, clearly meaning to sooth Stiles.
“Stay with me?” Stiles asked.
“Of course.” Derek nodded. “Talia said I should stay if that was what you wanted.”
Stiles wrapped his hand in Derek’s shirt. “Yes. Stay with me forever.”
“Forever and ever,” Derek promised.
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series: This is Mine
Written For: whogeek, irishjeeper
Prompt: This is Mine
Summary: Derek and Stiles through the years starting at age 5.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: wee!boys, off-screen minor character death,
Disclaimer: no one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this
Author's Note: So I saw this picture a few days ago This is Mine and just had to do something with it. This is going to have about 4 chapters, but I’m not sure when the other 2 are going to be written. Just thought I’d get the first one up.
Derek reached out and snagged Stiles’s shirt, preventing the other boy from face-planting into the wall. “One of these days you’ll learn to walk,” he commented.
Stiles made a face at him. “I walk just fine. Just because my brain goes faster than my limbs doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with the way I walk.”
“Keep telling yourself that. I worry one of these days you’ll do actual damage.”
“You shouldn’t worry, I have my werewolf to take care of me,” Stiles said with a grin.
Derek knuckled his hair. “I won’t always be there.” His expression sobered. “Are you supposed to go to the hospital after school?”
“Dad doesn’t want me to, but he’s on duty so if I don’t go, Mom’s not going to have any visitors.”
"If you want I'll take you," Derek offered, pulling Stiles out of the flow of traffic before he got run over.
"I don't want you to get in trouble with Mom Talia if we..."
"Mom's busy with Cora. I mean not like super busy but if I go to the hospital with you she's not going to complain."
"Yeah. Okay. Fine. Whatever. I wanna see Mom so if you aren't going to get in trouble."
Derek stopped outside the door to Stiles's classroom. "I'll come get you after school."
"I can find my own way, Derek!" Stiles yelled after him.
Derek just waved over his shoulder in response.
The nurses were used to Stiles (with Derek in tow) showing up not long after school let out. The first few times, they’d immediately called Stiles’s father, but the deputy had assured them he knew where his son was and he was aware of what they were doing so the two nine year olds were able to make their way to Claudia Stilinski's room without being challenged.
Stiles paused outside her door and looked at Derek, who cocked his head to the side. After a moment he nodded. “She’s just resting,” he said softly.
“Thanks, Der,” Stiles replied. He pasted on a bright smile and pushed into the room. “Hey, Mom.”
Claudia’s amber eyes, so like Stiles’s, fluttered open at his greeting. “Stiles. Hi, baby.” Her glance flickered to Derek. “Hello, Derek.”
“Hi, Mom Claudia,” Derek said. He moved swiftly across the room, helping her sit up, before dropping his backpack in the corner.
Stiles dragged a chair over so he could sit next to the bed. “How are you feeling, Mom?”
“It’s been a good day, honey. How was school?”
“Fine. Dad’s working late tonight.”
“I know. He stopped by before he went on shift. Are you going to stay and eat dinner with me?”
Stiles glanced over at Derek, who shrugged in response. “I dunno. If not I guess I’ll go out to the Hales’.”
“Good. I’m glad you have Derek,” Claudia said. She reached out as if she was going to run her hand through Stiles’s hair, but her hand dropped before she could complete the gesture.
“Mo-om,” Stiles whined. “It’s not like that. At all. We’re nine.”
Claudia smiled at him. “You know I was about your age when I met your dad. Maybe a little bit younger. And I knew from the day I met him that he was the man I was going to marry.”
“Okay. Ew. Mom. That’s gross.”
“It’s not, sweetie. Sometimes you just meet someone and you know.”
“Yeah okay but ew Mom. I didn’t need to know that about you and Dad.”
“I think it’s kinda sweet, Mom Claudia,” Derek spoke up from where he sat in the corner.
“You would, wolf boy,” Stiles said.
Any further conversation was stalled when a nurse walked in. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Stilinski?”
“I told you to call me Claudia. Much better now that I have such handsome visitors,” Claudia answered. “Have you met my boys, Melissa? This is Stiles and his best friend, Derek.”
“No, I hadn’t. Hello, boys.” Melissa smiled at them before taking a closer look at Stiles. “Actually I think I do know you. Didn’t you work on a project with my son, Scott? He talked about nothing else for a week afterwards. It was nice of you to be so friendly to him. He doesn’t really know anyone in town yet.”
Stiles looked confused for minute before his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah. The map project. That was. Yeah.” His eyes flicked to Derek. “Scott did pretty good with that.”
A low growl came from the corner where Derek was sitting and both Claudia and Stiles rolled their eyes. Melissa looked shocked for a moment. “Umm,” she said.
“Derek is a bit possessive of my time,” Stiles said. “Down, boy.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
“I’m sorry, but did he just… growl?” Melissa questioned.
“Um, yes. Yes, he did,” Stiles stammered. “He, um…” Stiles looked at his mother for help.
“Derek is a little over-protective,” Claudia explained. “And possessive as Stiles explained.” She smiled across the room at the dark haired boy. “And I can’t find it in me to complain.”
“This doesn’t cause problems?” Melissa asked.
“My son isn’t bullied,” Claudia pointed out. “And neither Talia nor I have to worry about the boys. We’re working on making them a little less insular, but they do spend time with Derek’s family.”
“Mo-om,” Stiles whined.
“And now that I’ve embarrassed my boys.” Claudia smiled. “I think they’re both staying for dinner.”
Stiles yelped and flailed as hands grabbed him, dragging him backwards. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed. “Oh. Derek.”
Derek growled at the boy Stiles had been talking to, baring his teeth. “This is mine,” he rumbled.
“Ow. No. Bad wolf,” Stiles scolded. “One. Not a ‘this’. Two. Not a possession.”
“Um. Hi?” Scott ventured.
“Mine,” Derek growled in response.
“No. No. No. No!” Stiles said. “We’ve talked about this, Derek. I might be your human, but I am allowed other friends.” He pointed at the boy who was still watching them with a confused face, probably because Derek had his arms wrapped around Stiles and clearly wasn’t letting go. “This is Scott. Scott is Melissa’s son. We like Scott.”
“No,” Derek replied.
“Yes,” Stiles argued. “Are we seriously going there?” Derek nuzzled against Stiles’s neck before rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s. “Okay now that everyone knows I belong to you. Could you please let go of me? Scott isn’t trying to steal me. Take a deep whiff. Hu. Man.”
Derek huffed. “Mine?” he questioned.
“Yes, crazy face. Can I breathe now? I promise. Scott and I were just talking about video games. Which I still refuse to play with you. You and your freaky werewolf reflexes.”
Derek grinned at his comment, rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s again. “It’s too easy.”
“Yeah I’m sure.” Stiles twitched his head away from Derek’s. “Stop that.”
“I don’t want to get into the middle of some… argument,” Scott started.
“You aren’t,” Stiles said. “Derek is still learning to use his real words. And share. He missed that lesson when we were in kindergarten.”
Derek contemplated the wall of the Stilinski house. It wasn’t like he’d never climbed the wall before, but the so convenient trellis hadn’t been anchored well the last time he’d tried it and he was loathe to attempt it again. At the same time, he needed to get to Stiles. Talia had told him what had happened today and he couldn’t leave the other boy alone and hurting.
Finally deciding to risk it, he gripped the highest rung he could reach and pulled himself upwards; quickly scrambling higher. The trellis shook under his weight, but didn’t peel away from the house. It wasn’t more than a few more scrambles and a quick duck out of the way of a tenacious vine before he was sliding the window to Stiles’s room open.
He tumbled into the room much less gracefully than usual, but there was no reaction from the boy curled on the bed. Derek crept across the room, whimpering low in his throat at the smell of distress wafting off the bed.
As he got closer, he could smell salt from tears, realizing that Stiles must be muffling them in the pillow his face was buried in. That was the last straw and he practically threw himself onto the bed, burrowing into the other boy.
Stiles jolted as Derek’s weight hit his and then he turned over, grasping the werewolf so tightly that Derek actually let out a small yelp at the grip. He was quick to let out a soothing rumble, reassuring the other boy that he wasn’t hurt; just surprised. He wrapped his limbs around his Stiles, rubbing his cheek against the bristle that passed for hair on the other boy’s head.
“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m here and I haven’t left you. She loved you. Loved us all and didn’t want to leave you. She wouldn’t have left if she’d had a choice.”
Stiles didn’t say anything in reply, but simply clung tighter to Derek and the werewolf let him, feeling his shirt get soaked through within moments. He rubbed a gentle hand down the younger boy’s back, a soothing rumble issuing from deep in his chest.
Eventually Stiles’s crying slowed down, subsiding into hitched breathing and slower sobs before finally dying down. His grip on Derek didn’t lessen, even as he drifted off to sleep and Derek simply shifted them into a more comfortable position, keeping tight hold on him.
John Stilinski paused outside his son’s door, leaning his head against the door frame. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this all alone. He was supposed to have Claudia. She was supposed to help him and be beside him; see their son graduate, get married, adopt or have babies, not be gone before Stiles was even ten. He couldn’t believe he’d been left to do this all alone. And he knew he had the Hales to help him, but it just wasn’t the same.
With a heavy sigh, he straightened up, opening the door to Stiles’s room. “Stiles?” He paused as he entered the room, almost unsurprised to see two lumps in the twin bed instead of one. “Good morning, boys.”
Stiles flinched, almost falling out of bed, and Derek reacted, wolfing out into his half-humanoid form and growling at the intruder in room.
John held his hands up, trying to placate the werewolf in his son’s bed. “Easy, Derek. It’s John. It’s just John.”
“Don’t scare Stiles,” Derek growled.
“I didn’t mean to, Derek,” John assured him. He waited until the boy relaxed, settling back into the bed. “Stiles? Can you look at me?”
His son turned, finally facing him, and rubbing reddened eyes. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hey, son,” John said softly. “How about you come down for breakfast?”
“And school?”
“No. No school today. I have to make… arrangements for your mom,” John said awkwardly. “And I think you can stay here with Derek. If it’s all right with Talia.”
Derek nodded quickly. “Mom said I should stay with Stiles as long as he needs.”
“Why don’t you two change your clothes then and come down for breakfast?” John paused on his way out the door. “Oh. And Derek? Next time use the door.”
One Year Later
Derek tugged at the blankets Stiles had buried himself in, trying to pull them back far enough so he could at least see his friend. “Stiles.” He sighed when there was no reaction from the lump on the bed. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to, but…”
“Go ‘way, Derek,” came from under the blankets.
“Can’t do that, Stiles.”
“Can, too.”
“I will hit you!”
“Go ahead,” Derek said evenly. “If it will make you feel better.”
Stiles peeked out of the blankets. “You’d let me?”
Derek shrugged. “If that’s what will make you feel better? I’d rather you didn’t, but if you want to.”
“Rather have you here.”
It took Derek a moment, but he kicked off his sneakers and crawled into the bed, sprawling out across the blankets. “Want to tell me?”
“Dad made me go out this morning,” Stiles started, causing Derek to raise his eyebrows. So far it didn’t sound too bad. “To visit Mom’s grave.”
Derek whimpered softly at the distress he could smell and hear from Stiles, leaning over to nuzzle against the younger boy’s throat. Stiles threw his arms around the werewolf in reaction, burying his face in Derek’s chest. A rumble came from Derek at his reaction, clearly meaning to sooth Stiles.
“Stay with me?” Stiles asked.
“Of course.” Derek nodded. “Talia said I should stay if that was what you wanted.”
Stiles wrapped his hand in Derek’s shirt. “Yes. Stay with me forever.”
“Forever and ever,” Derek promised.
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