Derek would know the sound of Stiles Stilinski’s Jeep anywhere, but it was still a surprise to see it pulling down the dirt road to the compound in Mexico where he and Cora had been living for the last year.
“Stiles,” Derek said with a smile when the Jeep stopped, “How have you been?”
“Get in loser, we have a town to help save,” Stiles said with a wide smile that Derek knew meant trouble, “again.”
“What happened this time,” Derek asked as Stiles put the car in park and hopped out. He was taller and broader than he had been the last time Derek had seen him, he looked more settled. He looked good.
“How the hell should I know, it feels like there’s some new crisis every couple months and they keep getting more and more outrageous,” Stiles said, “So you want to come help or what?”
“Sure,” Derek said, looking at Cora who shot him a knowing look, it clearly told him that she knew what was motivating him to go back, “Let me grab some clothes.”
Twenty minutes later Derek hugged Cora goodbye and got into the passenger seat of the Jeep. The gearshift whined when Stiles changed from second to third, but the car kept going.
“I can’t believe this thing is still alive and kicking,” Derek said with fondness in his voice. The Jeep (and Stiles) had saved his life more than once, he would never forget that.
Stiles flicked him on the let and said, “Roscoe has only ever been nice to you, show him some respect.”
“Of course,” Derek said with a smile, “I owe him my life after all. Both of you.”
The look Stiles gave him was appraising, like he wasn’t sure if Derek was being serious, but when he spoke he said, “I think we’re even at this point.”
“If you say so,” Derek said, flipping on the radio to fill the quiet.
“I do,” Stiles said, looking at Derek again and making his stomach flip.
After a long moment Derek said, “When this is all over, we could thank each other over dinner.”
“Or we could thank each other at the motel we’re saying at tonight,” Stiles said with a smirk, like he was expecting Derek to blush and change the subject.
“I could thank you all night long if you want,” Derek said and Stiles blushed, his mouth opening in shock, “But I think we should get some sleep when we get there, if I know Beacon Hills at all, we’re in for a long fight.”
When it was all over and the dust settled, Stiles thanked Derek and Derek thanked Stiles.
All night and well into the morning, in several different positions. When they left Beacon Hills a week later, neither of them looked back.