A/N: This story was a Christmas present to my friend Alex. Her tumblr can be found at .com
It's finished, so I'll probably publish a chapter every few days
I hope you enjoy it!
-December 23, 2012 5:55pm-
Derek Hale tapped his foot impatiently. The man next to him glanced over sympathetically. He'd exchanged a few words with the guy before. Like him, the guy was built and looked out of place in the small chairs obviously meant for children, and like him, the other guy was the only other one who always sat in the waiting room for the entire hour. He knew that Stiles could drive himself, but he was often emotionally exhausted after the group therapy sessions, and Derek didn't want to make him drive home alone after that. He was actually relieved that Stiles had even agreed to go to counseling after Derek had been woken up countless nights by his crying, let alone agreeing to let Derek drive him. Not that he blamed him: losing family left problems that became raw nerves, even years later. He would know. He was rambling in his head again… Stiles must be rubbing off on him.
He struggled not to smirk as the darker skinned man shifted uncomfortably. "Not the best chairs, huh?" He offered. He knew he looked surly and difficult to approach, but hey, he was trying. "Yeah," the other man, conceded, glancing at his watch, and continued "but, hey, at least we only have another five minutes." This guy had been in the waiting room, sitting quietly, every week for the entire hour for the two months since Derek had convinced Stiles to come to the meetings. Maybe it was time to introduce himself. Derek reached out a hand for a handshake, and the other man reached back and shook it firmly. Pleased, Derek spoke, "Derek Hale." The other man's eyebrows rose subtly. "Derek Morgan, nice to meet you." Huh. Another Derek. He smirked, continuing the conversation, "So, um? You waiting for your kid?" He was suddenly uncomfortably aware of the fact that after two months of waiting rooms with this guy he had no idea who he left with, his focus always instantly diverted to Stiles. "Um, not quite," the other man, Derek, laughed uncomfortably. At a raised eyebrow's question, he continued, "uh, Spencer, my boyfriend." It was the werewolf's turn to laugh. The other Derek looked ready to slug him before he had a chance to catch himself and explain, "No, not laughing at you. The person I'm waiting for - Stiles - he's my boyfriend." The man's eyes widened in understanding and he gave a small smile in return.
At that moment the clock struck 6pm and the doors to the meeting room opened, and they both stood up to find their respective boyfriends.