Beacon Hills. That's where we begin.

Stiles sat on the edge of his bed. The clock turned 7pm. Scott was meant to have picked him up at six. His room was eerily silent.

"Fuck!" Stiles expelled from his blood red lips. "Why the fuck hasn't he showed up yet?"

'Thud.'

Stiles banged his hand on his thigh with anger. Another 10, maybe 15 minutes passed before Scott's car pulled up outside Stiles' house.

"Finally." Stiles bounded down the stairs and out the door. He was wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of skin tight black jeans. The door of his house slammed shut. He ran faster and faster towards the car. He slowly manoeuvred his way into the vehicle and sunk into the leather. The vehicle moved away leaving Stiles' house in the distance. Smaller and smaller it became until it disappeared from view beneath the horizon. Where the car was going was not important. Why the car was going wasn't either. The only thing that mattered; as the smell of the leather that mixed with Scott's cologne, was that everything was okay. The car began to speed up, faster, faster, faster.

They arrived at Derek's loft after about an hour or so of silent driving; not that either of the boys minded, they both knew the end game. Stiles looked worried.

"Look Stiles, you knew this was going to happen one day." Scott chuckled as Stiles winced at the thought of what was potentially going to happen. His body was still tensed.

He unclicked his buckle and slowly slid out of the car, wishing he could lean over and do what he has truly wanted to do for years. With some resignation he made his way through the door that led to Derek's loft before he boarded the ancient elevator and dialled in the penthouse lofts code.

With a clunk, it started to rise like the blood in his body, he could feel it pulse with speed, lust. For the first time in his short meaningless life he felt like he belonged, like he wanted something, something other than video games or TV. He wanted Derek. Well, not Derek, but what Derek possessed. Something he had craved ever since that night Scott got scathed by Derek. He wanted to be like Scott, just not as completely god-like.

The elevator came to a sudden jolted stop. Stiles jumped. Chains clanked. Stiles blood came to a standstill, he went white. The bars of the elevator lifted slower than normal, what had Derek done to it. Wasn't it torture enough that he made Stiles wait all this time? What was going to happen to him once they lifted? Stiles' mind went blank, well, blanker than usual.

"Derek." Stiles shouted into the darkened loft, his hands surrounded his mouth as if that would make him sound louder "Are you here?"

Nothing.

Stiles drifted forward, his steps making little to no sound, it didn't matter the loft was empty. He wasn't even here. Typical. Why he wasn't here baffled Stiles a little.

As he entered the large space in the main loft area the fluorescent lights clicked on. They flickered and made the space which was clean and tidy yellow.

'That's new.' He thought not thinking anything of it. It was Derek's loft and he was busy making it his own, and any way what difference does a few lights that are automated change?

The loft was pretty big for the area it was situated, the walls were industrial with almost nothing on them. Derek's bedroom was perched on cement columns, these made a stark contrast with the hard wood floors. Stiles touched one of the rough textured walls that Derek had white washed to keep up with his modern look and feel. The wall was cool to the touch. Not expecting the wall to be so cold, stiles pulled his fingers away.

Stiles' body shook as he heard the clunk of the elevator. He spun around and braced himself for who, or what was going to step out of it. After lifting the bars for what seemed like a lifetime, a big shadowy figure stood. It looked at Stiles like he shouldn't be there.

As the figure stood there the anxiety in stiles rose. The feeling crushing him from the inside, whatever or whoever it was stood in the darkened elevator shaft for a couple of drawn out seconds before letting its body be touched by the light inside the loft.

It was Derek. Of course it was Derek who else had the code for his loft? It's not like many people knew Derek that well.

As Derek emerged out of the elevator Stiles' body relaxed a little. Derek stepped towards Stiles and the floorboards creaked. He moved in to hug Stiles in a tight embrace.

"I'm so glad you're here." Derek whispered in Stiles' ear.

"I, I didn't think you were coming." Stiles whimpered but no tears ran down his face.

Stiles didn't know why he felt so strongly towards Derek, but he just had such a strong connection with him. They stood interlinked for 5 minutes before they continued.

After they let go of each other they just stood there, looking at one another, until Derek finally piped up and powered through and said softly letting the words caress his lips as they came out.

"Stiles, we need to get to it before it's too late."

"Till what's too late? Do what?" Stiles questioned.

"The change process. We need to get it done, we don't want to lose you." Derek offered.

"Lose me? When did you start caring about anybody but yourself?" Stiles chuckled at Derek.

Derek looked at Stiles bitterly, stiles was never that sarcastic normally?

"Let's just get this done."