So I was listening to my music, and a certain song came on, I don't remember what song it was but I was hit with this idea and I had to roll with it. Also it could be at work too, it's amazing really that a group of 3-4 year olds cause inspiration for some of my stories. Well more so an idea that rolls into a story.

Anyways, so this idea came to me and I had to roll with it, I just had too.
This will most likely be a one a shot, unless I can come up with more ideas to make so it isn't.
So for now a one shot it shall be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters. This is a story people and came from my mind. Thus it being a story I'm able to manipulate it in any way I want. And the actions presented in this story doesn't reflect that actual actions of said characters.

Summary: Stiles always had the ability to talk up a storm but a sudden rift changes that.

Derek watched from his position at the kitchen counter as Stiles poked at his bowl of cheerios. The usual quirky teen was staring into the bowl, lifting a spoonful of cheerios before tilting the spoon and watching it fall back into the bowl. He repeated the action again. And again. He finally let out a sigh as he threw the spoon into the bowl. "Stiles you okay?" the lycan asked.

Stiles nodded.

"I can get you something else if you don't want cheerios?"

The brunette turned to face him, he lifted up his right hand, he brought his thumb, pointer and middle finger together in a pinching motion.

Derek sighed, "Are you sure?"

Stiles' eyes darkened hands reaching for the whiteboard that lay beside him, he wrote out the words, "Don't Derek" in black letters and flashed what he wrote to the lycan.

Derek nodded as Stiles stood up leaving the kitchen. Derek could hear the brunette's footsteps as he ascended the stairs and Stiles' bedroom in the Hale House slammed shut. Derek cringed when he heard a repeated pounding sound, footsteps stomping and a loud crash. This had Derek bounding up the stairs and bursting into Stiles' room.

Stiles was seated on his bed, the teen's beside table was on the floor along with all its contents. Derek approached with caution, his eyes trained on the Stiles. The young teen's body was shaking as he breathed heavily. "Stiles," Derek said softly.

Stiles looked up at him glaring, his hands fumbled for the whiteboard that lay next to him, he furiously wrote the words, "Go away!" and then threw the whiteboard at the lycan.

Derek ducked down and the whiteboard flew past him hitting the wall behind him. "Stiles, please," Derek pressed on.

The teen simply glared at him, he took in a shaky breathe, hands coming up, "Leave me alone," he signed, fingers and hands shaking as he formed the sentence.

Derek bit at his lips as he shut eyes tight, they flashed red from behind his eye lids. He realized now how much he missed Stiles' voice.

Stiles was always talking at a mile a minute, sometimes his mouth moved faster than his brain. Sometimes he'd spew so much information out that he'd get tongue tied. When Stiles was silent and not talking, Stiles was probably talking to himself, having an inner monologue as he tried to process and think things through. Stiles was also good at giving comebacks and his one liners, both which relieved tension within the pack.

Stiles was also a good listener and being there for his pack members. He'd always lend an ear, listen, drop everything and be there for them. Another reason why he was in the pack, despite the fact that he was human, he was pack because he looked out for everyone, was there for everyone and was there go to research guy.

But the last few months had taken its toll on everyone, when an accident had rendered Stiles speechless.

Four months ago.

Derek huffed, as his eyes scanned the area. Chris Argent stood a few feet away. The pair had settled their differences, setting up an agreement. Derek agreed he wouldn't harm anyone (not that he would anyways) and Chris agreed to keep out of his way, turn a blind away and act like Derek wasn't a lycan, a creature that he'd usually hunt.

Things were going well and they actually got along. Up until a lone werewolf had invaded their territory and had begun harming the people of Beacon Hills. Chris was livid and thought that Derek was the one doing the killings to which Derek was offended by. So Chris had locked the Alpha in his basement along with the rest of the pack for good measure and when a killing happened the night that he had them chained up, well he believed the dark haired man.

Now both were teamed up as they tried to take down the rouge werewolf. Not wanting to risk the pack getting hurt, Derek told them to stay inside the home and away from the Hale House until they took care of the problem. Well, it would work if one of his pack members wasn't so damn stubborn. Derek heard the jeep rolling up, recognized Stiles footsteps as he jumped down and began running towards Derek. "Derek!" Stiles shouted.

"Stiles," Derek barked, "I thought I told you to stay home!"

"But Derek, it's important!"

Derek growled, "Stiles I swear to-"

Derek didn't have time to finish he was tackled to the ground and staring into a pair of red eyes. It was another Alpha. Derek let out a growl as shoved the wolf off and he regretted it immediately. Stiles was now the one on the ground, "Derek!" Stiles screamed, "Derek get him off me."

Panic rose in Derek's chest, but he was too late he heard the claws slicing into skin. Derek's eyes bled red as he ran into the other wolf. He could hear Chris' footsteps nearing the teen, he could hear Chris' voice telling Stiles he was going to be okay. He could hear Stiles' frantic heartbeat as claws dug into the other werewolf's chest.

He could hear Stiles' steady breathing, slowing down. Anger rushed through him as teeth sunk into the lone Alpha's throat effectively killing him. Derek let out a rough growl, he shook it off, willed his wolf counterpart away and was by Stiles in seconds. "Stiles," he breathed.

Stiles looked up at him, tears in his eyes. "You're going to be okay," Derek breathed.

Mute. Stiles was now mute. The rouge werewolf wasn't going in for a kill but instead had cut Stiles' vocal chords. He must've been watching them or something because he went after something that was important to the teen. Stiles lived and breathed by expressing his emotions verbally and it was something that made Stiles, Stiles. And it was Stiles' who was the most helpful with giving information, given his ability to talk up a storm.

The last few months had been hard, Stiles having to learn sign language, the pack backing up one hundred percent, learning sigh language as well. They never signed back to Stiles though, Stiles made that clear, they knew how to talk, they were able to talk, and Stiles wanted some kind of normality between them. Instead they learned it to understand the teen. But sometimes, Stiles didn't use sign language, he carried around a white board just in case, just to convey his words by writing them out. They said nothing about it.

"Stiles," Derek tried again, "please, don't shut me out."

Stiles glared at Derek, he brought his fingers up again, "Go away," he signed.

Derek let out a low growl, threatening, annoyed, frustrated. Stiles jumped when he heard it and Derek immediately felt bad. He took in deep shallow breathe, his hands making a fist but then slowly uncurling as he counted silently under his breathe.

Stiles stood up as he made his way to his desk. He pulled out a notebook and a pen. He trudged back to his bed and he wrote on the paper, "I feel useless."

Derek bit at his lips, shaking his head, "You're not Stiles."

Stiles said nothing, just stared at the paper in front of him. The Alpha took a step, "Can I sit with you?" he asked, unsure.

The brunette nodded. Derek let out a sigh of relief as he sat himself next to Stiles on the bed. He reached a hand over and placed it on top of Stiles' hand. Stiles moved his hands away, "It's my fault," he wrote.

"It's not your fault Stiles."

"I didn't listen to you."

The Alpha smiled slightly, "But then again when do you?" he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Stiles just looked at him.

Derek sighed, "Stiles, you're still important to his pack, you're still bright, your skills in research and strategy haven't changed at all."

Silence.

"It's just, you can't well…" Derek trailed off.

Stiles leaned over writing, "I just can't explain it to you guys."

"You can!" Derek cried out, "It, it just takes longer, but you're still able to Stiles."

"I hate that you guys treat me like I can't do anything, I've lost my voice, not my ability to do simple tasks," Stiles wrote, grip tight on the pencil as he wrote the words harshly.

"Just looking out for you Stiles," Derek breathed, "we almost lost you, we, we're just, it's a pack thing okay."

"Yeah, I know, and that's great, I appreciate it, but damn it will you just let up a bit, I mean jeez, I'm not a child, I'm fully capable of doing things on my own, like I said, I've lost my voice not my ability to do a simple task like get my own food!"

Derek couldn't help it, he really couldn't he laughed a little. Stiles' hands shook as he wrote the words, his body as well and Derek swore he could actually hear the teen say those words. Voice escalating in certain places, arms flailing as he seethed the last few words. Stiles was writing again, "What's so damn funny?"

"I was just imagining you saying what you wrote," Derek answered, "almost as if you didn't' lose your voice, you wrote it as if you were actually talking."

Stiles bit as lip, his hand shaking as he wrote, "Oh."

Derek reached a hand up, he brought it two fingers up, hands gently moving Stiles' face so they were looking at each other, "Stiles, talk to me please."

Stiles glared at him.

"You know what I mean Stiles."

The teen let bit at his lip, tongue poking out to lick at his lip. He brought his fingers up but then brought them back down again. He turned his attention to the notebook in his lap, "It sucks," he wrote.

Derek's eyes scanned the words on the paper, "What does?"

"I can't even tell you now."

"You can Stiles."

"No, it's different, I wanted you to hear it."

Derek reached a hand over placing it on Stiles' shoulder, "What Stiles?"

Stiles picked up the pencil and paper and placed them on the ground. Shaking hands came up as he signed, "I love you Derek."

"I love you too Stiles."

Stiles shook his head, "No," he signed as he took in a deep breathe, "I love you Derek, I'm in love with you."

Relief flooded through Derek's veins, "I love you too Stiles," he breathed as he pulled Stiles into a soft kiss, "I just, I didn't want to tell you, you've been through so much the past few months."

Stiles nodded, fingers moving as he signed, "I need you."

"Not going anywhere," Derek mumbled as he placed another kiss on Stiles' lips

The brunette nodded, hands signing, "I love you."

"I love you too," Derek breathed, "I'm not going anywhere, we're not going anywhere."

Stiles nodded.

"You're still pack Stiles because you're important, you belong here with us, with me."

Another nod.

Derek smiled, "You'll just have to find another way to convey your Stiles vocal-ness through sign language or when you write."

Stiles glared at Derek, as he flicked him off. Derek laughed, "Yeah too bad, that doesn't really mean fuck you."

The brunette stuck his tongue at him. "Derek," he signed.

"Yeah?"

Stiles brought his hand in the air, fingers in a pincer grip as he made a writing motion. Derek got the picture as he leaned down to retrieve the notebook. He handed it to Stiles who immediately took grasp of the pencil. "Will you tell the pack to stop babying me?"

Derek nodded, "I can do that."

"But, but nicely, please?"

"I will."

"Wait, let them know I appreciate the help, but to just let up a bit, not stop entirely?"

The Alpha nodded again, "I will Stiles, I will."

"Wait," Stiles wrote again.

"What else Stiles?"

"I want to do it, I just need you to back me up."

"That," Derek said as he took the notebook away from him, "That I can do."

Stiles let out a sigh, "Tired," he signed.

"You just woke up," Derek said.

Stiles let out a yawn, fingers signing, "I couldn't sleep."

Derek tilted his head to the side, "Having trouble?"

The brunette nodded. Derek looked up for a moment then down at the younger male. He laid down on the bed, one hand behind his head he gestured Stiles to lay down as well. Stiles nodded he situated himself so he lay next to Derek. Derek turned over so he on his side, Stiles did the same. For a while they just looked at each other, "Come here," Derek whispered as he reached over and pulled Stiles closer.

The brunette let out a content sigh as he cuddled close to the lycan. Head buried in Derek's chest one hand gripping the material in his hands. The lycan's grip on Stiles' tightened, "I love you," Derek whispered voice cracking.

Stiles bit at his lip, he pulled back a little, hands shaking as he signed the word, "What's wrong?"

Derek took in a deep breathe, "I'm just glad you're okay, I thought I lost you that night."

"Me too," Stiles signed.

"I miss your voice too," Derek admitted through tears, "I miss hearing it, you annoyed me sometimes, but damn, I'd take that any day."

"I'm sorry."

The Alpha shook his head, "Not your fault, I'm-I'm just glad you're okay, that you're safe, that you're here right now, with me."

Stiles nodded as he out yawn, eyes slowly closing, "Tired now, " he signed.

"Sleep," Derek ordered softly.

Stiles gripped at Derek's shirt again, "Stay," he mouthed.

Derek nodded as Stiles situated himself. Derek too felt his eyes shut, but before he drifted off into dream land he felt Stiles tracing patterns on his chest. He relaxed himself, mind concentrating as he tried to figure them out. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U. Stiles wrote it again, and again.

The lycan grinned, as he kissed the top of Stiles' head, "I love you too," he whispered.

Derek felt letters being traced on his chest again. M-I-N-E.

The Alpha nodded and hummed happily, "Yes, yours," he whispered.

Thoughts?
Review? Please?

OH OH! AND
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
I will most likely be scarce for the next few days, busy with the family and trying to figure out what the darn present is that's under the tree that my parents are so cryptic about.
However, I will try to update Camera Arguments or Little Stilinski Hale sometime this weekend.
Most likely Camera Arguments.