derek’s been back in beacon hills for a week now and still hasn’t recovered from the fact that stiles willingly offered him the guest room of his house to crash. and derek will swallow his own tongue before admitting out loud that it mostly has to do with the fact that he has to see stiles in uniform everyday.

he tries to distract himself, tracks down the rest of the group.

scott and allison are living in a small apartment in town, scott still working his way through veterinary school and allison through nursing school. they’re the same as ever, not that stiles hadn’t warned him, sickeningly sweet and still in love.

jackson, he finds at the high school. apparently finstock went crazy - crazier - about a year after they all graduated and the school offered jackson the spot before he’d even finished college. apparently he was doing a good job, if the state champion trophy in his office was anything to go by.

jackson was the one to inform him about lydia - he’d given up trying to get information out of stiles the first night. how she had healed naturally after he had left, how she was still human and still irritating as ever, even if she had married and had a brat of her own.

derek doesn’t mention how bitter he sounds, but it doesn’t stop jackson from pointing out how tense derek is, the smug bastard.

derek’s sitting at the table, nursing a glass of scotch when stiles walks in. he barely keeps his jaw from hitting his lap as stiles snatches the glass from him and downs the last of the drink in one go. “rough day?”

stiles sets the glass back in derek’s hand, shaking his head, “nah, good day,” he replies, grins, and turns, walking into the kitchen. 

derek’s mind hasn’t caught up enough to keep himself from staring at stiles’s ass as he goes.