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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not. Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.” A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”
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Teen Wolf AU:  Derek is not staring longingly through the gym windows to catch a glimpse at Stiles dancing around in a flurry, laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. He’s not. And he is not drowning in misery and jealousy just thinking about Stiles’ prom date. He’s not.

Derek swallows and looks away. “She ditch you?” he asks, going for casual and sympathetic and missing by a couple of miles. “I’m….sorry to hear that. But, uh, you know, you might still be able to convince her you’re a good catch if you go back inside and make an effort. Or find someone else.”
A slow, secret smile spreads over Stiles’ face. “You’re such a nitwit,” he says fondly, shaking his head. “Wanna get out of here?”

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“Where-” his voice cracked, broken, and he cleared his throat, looking up to her. “Where did you get this?” “It was recovered when you were captured,” she told him. “Lost in storage. You can open it, if you’d like.” Swallowing thickly, Stiles unlooped the leather holding the journal shut, pulled the cover away from the sheets of paper within. Rough words lay scratched onto the pages in a handwriting that was so, so familiar, even after over two years of its absence from his life. He closed his eyes, because he knew the first words on the page by heart, felt them like a vice on his heart. I’m writing because we should not be forgotten. This was Derek’s journal.
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“Where-” his voice cracked, broken, and he cleared his throat, looking up to her. “Where did you get this?”

“It was recovered when you were captured,” she told him. “Lost in storage. You can open it, if you’d like.”

Swallowing thickly, Stiles unlooped the leather holding the journal shut, pulled the cover away from the sheets of paper within. Rough words lay scratched onto the pages in a handwriting that was so, so familiar, even after over two years of its absence from his life. He closed his eyes, because he knew the first words on the page by heart, felt them like a vice on his heart.

I’m writing because we should not be forgotten.

This was Derek’s journal.

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