Series: Full Moon Fic(let)
Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom(s): Teen Wolf
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski,
Tags: Full Moon Ficlet, One-Shot, Alternate Universe, Immortal Derek Hale, Immortal Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stiles never thought he would see him again, especially not in the cake mix aisle of the store. Not after three hundred years.
Word Count: 1,597
Notes: One-Shot for Full Moon Ficlet. No more will be written for this. Based loosely on this prompt.
Stiles grabbed a box of cake mix and tossed it into his basket. He looked around for the icing he wanted. He had to make a cake for the stupid fundraiser, but he wasn’t going to make his good cake, not when he was forced to be there by the will of the harpies, who were the ones who ran the boosters for the school. He couldn’t not go, but he had a good plan to make them hate him and stop asking him to make things. He had been stupid the first few times and made good stuff; now, it was just store-bought things.
“No, honey, it’s okay,” a voice said.
Stiles looked up at the voice he had not heard in three hundred years. Derek had been the one to get away, and Stiles had not known it until after Derek’s life. When he finally went back to London, Stiles heard that he had died of old age, happy with a woman he loved. It was impossible that it was the same. The tone of the voice was the same, even if the English accent was gone and he looked the same.
There were times that Stiles had seen people who had been reborn and looked very close to someone from his memory but never like this. This was the exact same, even to Stiles’ fuddled memory.
Derek looked up as he got close, and it was the way that his hand dropped from the cart and how his eyes widened in shock.
“YOU!” Derek said.
“YOU!” Stiles yelled as he pointed his finger at Derek. Stiles looked to the side of Derek to see a kid that he knew well from Marcy’s class. Amber had come over to Stiles’ house a good bit. Stiles was sure that he had talked on the phone to the girl’s father. He had talked to Derek on the phone and did not know it was him.
“Papa, do you know him?” Marcy asked as she tugged on Stiles’ arm.
“I used to.” Stiles had not shared with Marcy that he was an immortal. It wasn’t anything like the stupid movies about people losing their heads. He hated those things. “Derek, how are you?”
Derek just grunted.
“Mister Hale is really nice, Papa. He feeds me cucumber sandwiches, and I love them.” Marcy loved food, and it didn’t love her. They were still working on finding foods that her body liked that did set off her throwing up.
“Daddy, can Marcy come over for dinner with her Papa? We are making that Pad Thai that Marcy loves, please?” Amber asked.
“I’m sure they have other plans.”
“We don’t,” Stiles said. The look he got from Derek said that Stiles was supposed to decline that but after Derek had broken up with him three hundred years ago and Stiles left. He had been hurt, and he had allowed Derek to hurt him. Derek was the first person in a long time that had been able to do that. He wondered if Derek had ended things with him o that he would leave, and Derek wouldn’t have to hide that he wasn’t aging. Stiles was young enough that a beard grown would hide his age well. He had done it a few times. He was still pretty baby-faced right now, and he was okay with that. He had time to grow into his bearded phase.
“Please?” Amber asked.
“Would you like to join us for dinner?” Derek asked, looking every bit like Beast asking Belle to join him for dinner in Beauty and the Beast, fangs and all.
“We would love to,” Stiles answered. He looked at Marcy to see her bouncing in her spot. “I have a little more shopping to do that I have to take home. Marcy, do you know where Amber lives?”
“Yes, Papa. I do. I can take us there.”
“Can I go with them?” Amber asked.
“Sure. I’ll get more of the stuff we need and go home and cook.”
“I’ll join you as soon as possible, with our kids.”
Derek just sneered at Stiles before heading away.
Amber and Marcy were playing with the Legos in the living room, so Stiles decided to slip into the kitchen.
Derek was at the stove with a pile of stuff beside him he was adding to a pot slowly. He glanced at Stiles and then looked back at the stove.
“Can I help you?”
“Well, I thought maybe we should clear the air. I mean, you flirted with me three weeks ago on the phone, and I flirted back. Then today, I find out it’s you. The man I nearly married three hundred years ago who broke my heart, and it never fully healed. I went back, hoping to find you and ask you why. I found out you had died happily married to that woman.”
“That was what I wanted people to say. I spread that rumor, planted that thought. I knew that you would come back. I knew you were too much in love with me and would never accept it. So I spread the rumor about me leaving with another woman. I heard you came back a few times, and then I stopped checking in after I assumed you would have died.”
“I came back again once after I heard you were head, visited the gravestone.”
Derek turned around, and he looked at Stiles. “I’ve never met someone else like me.”
“I have. I found a small group of us one time when I was in Rome. I never met anyone else, but they were a group of pretty isolationist people. I didn’t stay long as I was heading to India at the time. Still, I think they might still be in Rome. I hear things every once in a while that make me think that they are fucking shit up there for the church.”
Derek laughed. He looked past Stiles into the living room for a few seconds before turning back to the stove. “I hated what I did. I just couldn’t. I had a woman I loved who found out tried to kill me because I was a demon. I didn’t want to run the risk of you doing that to me. I wanted to remember who you were for the rest of my life.”
“Better to have loved and lost than to have loved at all? Or whatever the hell that saying is.”
Derek laughed, but he nodded his head.
Stiles looked at him, standing at the stove, looking nearly the same as he had back then, more facial hair but less hair. It was his Derek, though, the one in his life he had never stopped thinking about. Stiles had been aiming to tell Derek.
“I was going to tell you I was immortal, ask you to go and live in a shack with me in the woods in what is now Canada. Someplace where no one else would be around and wouldn’t judge us as I stayed young and you got older. I had the plan nearly in place, and then you left.” Stiles turned to look into the living room.
“You with someone?” Derek asked.
“No. I adopted Marcy. Her mother and father died in a car accident. I was the first on the scene. They had already put it in their wills that their parents never get custody due to abuse and not get her. She was one. She was hurt pretty badly, and there were not many people who would take in a kid who needed a lot of surgery. I took her in with no issue. Full adoption happened just a month and a half ago.”
“Oh, that was the party that Amber was talking about. She said she didn’t understand what it was just something about family.”
“Oh, no, that party was actually about the day I took her in. She calls it our family day; normally, we just do things together, but she decided she wanted a party since I had just adopted her a week before. So I gave it to her. Amber?”
“An ex-girlfriend of mine got pregnant, and she didn’t want her. She was willing to go through with it since she knew I wanted a kid. So I was contacted and picked her up when she was just a baby. My ex never saw her after the birth. Never held her. She was just never a maternal woman.”
“There are many who are like that in the world.”
“There are. I think half of the people in the booster club don’t need kids,” Derek said.
“I know, harpies the lot of them, huh?” Stiles asked.
Derek laughed, and he turned from the stove with a spoon in his hand and held it up for Stiles to taste it. “It’s been interesting, learning about the various things that Marcy can’t have. It’s made cooking an adventure.”
“You don’t even know the half of it. She at least only gets an upset stomach with most things, so learning what she can and can’t have hadn’t been the hardest. At least I didn’t have to worry about making her not breathe.”
Derek nodded his head, and he turned back to the stove. Stiles stayed where he was. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but he was pretty sure it was going to be better with Derek near him. It would take time to get where they used to be, but they had time, an eternity, to figure it out.
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