Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters.

A/n: This fic is canon compliant up until 3A except Derek and Cora don't leave at the end of the season. Also, a massive thank you to my beta, Rachel for all her help!

The pack looked on in a mix of frustration and boredom as yet another argument erupted between Derek and Stiles. It had been the fourth one in the past week.

"Why is it you have to put a downer on absolutely everything that we try to do?" Stiles shouted, and moved forward into Derek's space. "We're all trying our best to fix this situation and get rid of these creatures that are taking people's kids and all you're doing is whining about the fact that we've asked for help from a witch!"

Derek snarled and pushed Stiles out of his personal space before launching into a tirade of his own.

"We don't know that we can trust her. How do we know that she's even on our side? My family has dealt with witches before and they are not known for their loyalty to werewolves!"

He moved closer to Stiles, his voice rising with his temper and continued. "I'm trying to make sure that things don't get any worse but every time I make a suggestion you jump down my throat and try to start a-"

"Oh, shut up, Derek!" Stiles interrupted and jabbed his finger into Derek's chest. "I don't start fights with you; it's the other way around. Don't even try and blame this on-"

"QUIET!" The witch in question's voice rang out through the loft, loud and authoritative, causing everyone in the room to turn their attention to her immediately. "I have been here for less than a day and already I'm sick of listening to the pair of you bickering when it is clear to anyone with even half a brain that if you stopped being blind fools and worked together you would make a powerful team."

Both Stiles and Derek scoffed at the suggestion that they could work well together.

The witch raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at them.

"You don't believe what I'm saying? Well then, I guess I'll just have to show you how things could be."

She closed her eyes in what appeared to be deep concentration and began muttering something in a language that no one could understand. Before anyone could stop her, the witch pushed her hands out forcefully in Derek and Stiles' direction and the energy that flowed through the room was almost tangible.

"What the hell?" Stiles questioned, his eyes wide and panicked.

"What did you just do?" Derek demanded, rage etched all over his face.

The witch simply smirked at the pair before turning to Scott.

"Contact me when these two get their act together, Alpha McCall. And not before." she told him before disappearing right before everyone's eyes.

"I did not know witches could do that," said Isaac, his eyes fixed on the spot where the witch had stood just seconds before.

—/—/—/—

For almost two hours after the witch left, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Allison, Lydia, and Cora stayed at Derek's to try and figure out exactly what she had done.

"So, both of you are one hundred percent sure that you don't feel any different?" Lydia asked.

Both Stiles and Derek shook their heads in reply.

"Then I don't think there's anything we can do right now. We can't figure out what she's done until one or both of you start showing symptoms of something."

"And if it was anything life threatening, I'm pretty sure this one here would be screeching right about now," Cora added, inclining her head towards Lydia.

After agreeing that there was nothing that could be done that evening, Derek ordered everyone except Cora, who was living with him, out of the loft so that he could get some peace and quiet.

—/—/—/—

The next morning, Derek woke slowly from the best sleep he'd had in years. It took him a few moments to register the warm weight draped over his waist and the feeling of something plastered up against his back. Another minute or so passed until his sleepy haze lifted enough to realise that what he was feeling was another person. He was being spooned. He was butt naked and was being some equally naked person's little spoon.

Derek jolted up and turned to find out who was in bed with him and was confused beyond all belief to find Stiles sprawled out next to him on the mattress. He watched as Stiles began to stir awake and racked his brain in attempt to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Stiles," Derek placed a hand on Stiles' arm to shake him fully awake. "Wake up."

Stiles blinked open sleepy eyes to look at Derek.

"Dude, what are you doing in my bed? With no clothes on? I mean not that I'm complaining, we both know you're buff but- oh my GOD why have I got no clothes on?!" Stiles exclaimed when he had woken up fully. He scrambled up into a sitting position and pulled the duvet up to his neck. "This isn't even my room."

It hadn't even occurred to Derek that they were in an unfamiliar room because it didn't smell unfamiliar. It smelled like a mixture of Derek and Stiles. Even more bizarrely, it smelled like home.

Derek looked around the bedroom and took in the charcoal grey walls, white furniture and the flat screen television that was mounted on the wall facing the incredibly comfortable king size bed that he and Stiles were in. It was nice, he liked it; it was similar to how he had been planning to decorate his bedroom in the loft when he got the time.

"Where are we?" Stiles asked and although his voice sounded calm, Derek could hear the way his heart rate was picking up speed.

"I have no idea," Derek told him. When Stiles' heart reacted by beating even faster, Derek continued, "But I don't feel like we're in any danger."

"Okay, that's good. I can work with that," Stiles replied, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before turning to look at the bedside table. "What the fuck," he swore quietly as he lifted up a framed photo, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Derek took the photo when Stiles offered it to him and his stomach lurched when he found himself staring at a photo of Stiles and himself. They were posing in front of a barbecue, their arms wrapped around each other and the Stiles in the photo was grinning wide and happy, holding a spatula in his free hand and wearing an apron that had 'kiss the chef' emblazoned on the front of it while Derek in the photo kissed him on the cheek.