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[He looks at the mirror for a good ten minutes. A mirror. Seriously? He has to talk and write into a mirror? They really wanted him to help out here? The day after Scott had been pronounced dead and Lydia had been mauled? How helpful did they expect him to be like this.

He’s picked up on the smell of Derek. Not his Derek, but still an Alpha.

There’s a filter to Derek after all the mulling he’s been doing- it’s dictated.]

Hey. We need to talk. Pick a place and I’ll be there.

I don’t trust the mirror system. Especially not when I could just talk to you face to face.

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I'm gonna go ahead and guess: there are a bunch of other people who got kidnapped. So. How long have you been stuck? I'm hoping for less than a week, but somehow I really doubt it.

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[He was taken aback by the sound of his voice. First of all, it was Stiles. Of all the people, he had to be the one from home here. Secondly, Derek was surprised about his voice. Stern and well, he actually thought about what he was going to say.

This was very different from the Stiles he knew. Maybe there was something wrong? Did something possibly happen? Why did he need to talk face to face? So many questions rushed through the alpha's head.

He himself stares at the mirror for a long moment, taking in the message. Straight and to the point. Impressive, coming from Stiles.]

Stiles? What's wrong?

[Derek wasn't exactly too chummy with Stiles, nor did they communicate much, except for when supernatural things were involved, or Scott. But he was reaching out to him. This was not normal. Derek had to get some details first.]

[Face to face because his Derek had pretty much drilled trust absolutely nothing into his head. It's a hard thing to shake off. Not to mention the recent...

Well, let's just say he's not doing great.]

An entire list of things, up to and including my recent kidnapping.

[What. He spent almost every single one of his nights being taught the basics of werewolf-dom. Then again, it's not his Derek. His Derek would have just told him a place to go.]

[Well, he wasn't disclosing any information. That was a little worrisome, but he speaks with a bit of a firm tone.]

There's a cave by the docks district. Meet me there, and we can talk.

Edited 2012-09-07 03:25 (UTC)

[Not on a system that could probably be hacked.]

I'll be there.

[Stiles'll make it there. But it'll still take him a while. He's still new, so he's not used to the layout. Really, Derek's probably there way before him.

The scent is right in some ways and completely off in others.]

Derek.

Edited 2012-09-07 03:50 (UTC)

[And Derek stood in the mouth of the cave. He was in his usual stance, with his hands in his leather jacket pockets and his head held high with confidence.

It was a few seconds before Stiles said anything that he noticed something. Something very off. His scent. It was engulfing his sense of smell. That familiar scent he knew so well, but why.

Why did he smell like--]

Why do you smell like a werewolf?

[Derek pulls his hands from out of his pockets and looks him up and down, almost accusingly. Did he run into a werewolf right before getting kidnapped?]

[At least this double stands like the Derek he already knows.]

I don't know, maybe because I am one? [That was two months ago.]

I got bitten in the woods, y'know. Or, actually. You don't know. [Painfully obvious, since this Derek's last post on the network was about a bunch of people he'd never heard of and... well... Scott.]

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[He... slowly shakes his head, and narrows his eyes at him.]

No. Scott got bit in the woods. He's the werewolf. Not you.

[The alpha couldn't deny it though. This... Stiles smelled like a werewolf. And it wasn't Scott's werewolf scent either. He purses his lips though as he approaches Stiles, a hint of red in his eyes.]

If you're so confident you are one, then show me.

[Seeing is believing after all.]

[Not... touching what happened to Scott. At all.]

You really can't smell it on me? Seriously? Do I sound like I'm lying? [But that would be the quickest way to confirm the truth.

He'll sigh and allow his claws and fangs to grow, and his eyes to turn the bright gold of most bitten werewolves.]

Happy now?

[Well shit.

Stiles was a werewolf.

Derek looks on in absolute shock before he rubs his brow, his eyes returning to their original state.]

You're a werewolf. [He has to repeat this aloud, because he is just astounded. The werewolf sighs, slumping his shoulders.]

You said you were bitten in the woods. [He eyes him, letting them narrow] By who exactly?

[He'll set himself back to normal]

I told you. It's not my fault you didn't believe your senses. [He'll look at Derek.]

Your crazy uncle who thought biting random teenagers in the woods was a good idea.

[He growls a little in his throat, baring his teeth a little as he steps closer to him, looking down at him.]

Look, where I'm from you're not a werewolf! Scott is! Scott was bitten by my uncle. And from what I know, my uncle didn't bite you at anytime!

[He'll glare right up at Derek. He's not afraid of the Alpha. In fact he stands up straighter.]

Where I'm from, I got bitten. Lydia got mauled, and you just slashed Peter's throat. I don't know what happened for you unless you tell me!

[Yeah that seemed about right, but the part with Stiles being a werewolf didn't add up.

His nostrils flare as he exhales heavily through his nose, still standing his ground. People who have come here are from different worlds. So maybe... this Stiles was from a different world? A different timeline even? Could that even be possible?

His tense shoulders soften, and the smile that comes to his face is a rather relaxed one, but it was only for a fleeting moment.]

It seems as though we're from different time lines. Where I'm from, Scott's bitten, and where you're from, you're bitten. Did anything else happen to you that I should know about?

[His posture relaxes as Derek stops posturing. ... What the hell was that? Was that a Derek Hale Smile? ... Weird.]

No, that's everything you need to know. [His heart might stutter over "that's everything", but the rest of it is true.]

Anything different for you?

No. Not as far as I see. But if things come up, I'll let you know.

[Derek looks at him firmly.]

There is no place out of here, but it's essential that we stick together, regardless of where we're from. [Or time line, or universe. It didn't matter. They were both werewolves.]

If we stick together, we'll be safer, especially here.

There's safety in pack. [Especially when their werewolves. That's how they survive.] I know. [That was one of the first things Derek taught him.]

But let's make this clear: I'm not your beta, and you're not my alpha. [He trusts his world's Derek, is unfailingly loyal to him. But this Derek hasn't done a thing to deserve that.]

[Derek lifts his hands, and lets them slap at his sides.]

Fine with me. [He wouldn't feel right taking in a werewolf he didn't necessarily sire. He felt more responsible for ones he did though.]

I trust you know how to control yourself during a fullmoon? The cave might block it out, but it can still affect you here.

[He relaxes a bit, at the confirmation. They might work together, but they're not exactly pack.]

Find an anchor, bind yourself to it. ... I should still be locked to something. [He just doesn't trust himself.]

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[At least he knew about the anchor. That was a good sign, and he still had control over his power too, outside of the full moon, which he demonstrated before.

Derek rests his hands back in his leather pockets and nods.]

I'll try and find some chains and locks.

[The last thing they needed was this Stiles to be out for blood as a werewolf, and let their race be known here. All he knew was that he and Stiles were the only werewolves around.

However he does pause, regarding Stiles for a moment. It felt weird calling him Stiles since well, he wasn't the same Stiles he knew.]

Since we're not our... respective selves. [A beat.] What should I call you exactly?

Good, I don't need any blood on my claws. Or fangs. Or really anywhere on me.

[There's a reason they don't tell everybody what they are. If this Derek decided to keep the whole thing hush-hush, it's probably best to follow his lead on this.]

Stiles, I've gone by it for years, okay? It's already a nickname.

Don't worry. You won't have any.

[And Derek would make sure of that himself. Though he isn't his own beta, he'd still watch out for him.]

Alright well, where are you staying at the apartments? For future reference.

Always good to hear.

[No, really. It's very good to hear he has somebody looking out for him. Even if it's not really the person he'd rather be around.]

Room 2H, you?

[Werewolves stick together. And in this situation, being in an unknown place, it was welcomed by the alpha, even though he didn't openly show it.]

2C. [Good, they were somewhat close by. Then again, there was no telling how long Derek would stay in those blasted apartments.]

[It's a weird instinct. And it's only multiplied in a completely new world. At least there's a Derek, even if he's not the one Stiles was used to.]

Same floor. ... Are you actually planning on staying there? Or are you planning on moving into the wilderness?

I'll figure out something.

[It was too dangerous to live in close quarters with other people, and he couldn't just live in the wilderness. He needed a roof over his head.]

I'm still exploring the place. If I can find an abandoned building of some sort, it may be of use.

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