Stiles was quiet for several moments, thinking of what Derek had said. “You’re probably right,” he said quietly. “That night in the woods…” He looked over at Peter. “The night you bit Scott…. I think I already knew you were there, honestly. I remember feeling… something. That night I dreamed of the fire at the manor.” He looked back down at his food. “Of course, looking back, I don’t think I knew it was that particular fire. I just… remember dreaming about it. And when Scott started going through everything, I just had this… knowledge about it all that just came from seemingly nowhere.” He pushed the food around on his plate for a bit before taking a few small bites.
“Deaton said it was just my own internal magic and knowledge coming out because it finally had a reason to manifest. I just didn’t know how to use it until later on…”
Peter looked away at the mention of his first time as an alpha, still uncomfortable to talk about it to this day. “You were only like ten when the fire happened, Stiles. The fact that you put together it was the fire years later is astounding.” he replied, reaching to run his fingers through Stiles’ hair. “Regardless, this situation has been rough on all of us, and it’s our job to make sure you’re alright.” he replied, frowning a little when their little druids usually fierce appetite seemed smaller. “Try to eat, Stiles. We’re going to take care of you and you don’t have see Scott for the rest of the weekend. We’ll handle the issue about school later.” he promised.
Derek leaned to kiss Stiles’ head. “Eat and we’ll get you a shower and then you can sleep, I promise.”
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