The Last Song

Stiles is busy planning his and Derek's wedding and is dead-set on finding the perfect playlist for their reception. With the help of Derek, Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson he's running down his and Derek's checkered past to find the right mix to symbolize their relationship.

Author's Note: I've never tried a fic like this before, but most of my ideas come from music so I figured I'd try to write a songfic. This is a possible one-shot, but could likely lead to a more fleshed-out fic. This is slightly A/U, mostly based on the first season, and will be mostly non-linear. If you like it please review, and please leave some recommendations for songs to use in this fic. My iPod mostly consists of songs a drag queen would perform to so my resources may be a little limited : ) Enjoy!

P.S. I don't own any original content from Teen Wolf, or the songs that I use in this fic.

P.P.S. "X-X-X-X" denotes a short time shift or different location, "XXXX" denotes the beginning of the song section, most italics are song lyrics.

Chapter One

Wonderland – Natlia Kills

Stiles said his goodbyes to the wedding consultant and hung up the phone. He grabbed a chicken breast, some black beans, and some rice before yanking a beer out of the refrigerator. He walked with his plate and beverage through their kitchen to the den and sat on the couch beside Derek. Derek was halfway finished with his first plate with his eyes glued to Sportscenter.

Stiles cuddled up next to Derek with no response, so he resorted to clearing his throat to grab Derek's attention. Derek turned quickly with a mouth full of food and kissed Stiles on the cheek. He then turned his cool blue eyes back to the television. Stiles exhaled sharply and began to eat his food. Once Derek had finished he rose from the couch and rushed back to the kitchen to get more. On a normal night Derek would eat about three times as much as Stiles.

Once Derek re-entered the den he found the television turned off and Stiles sitting, smiling contently at him.

"Aww, c'mon," Derek sighed and plopped down on the couch beside his fiancée, "this is the fifteen minutes a day I get to relax."

"Then relax with me," Stiles placed his half-eaten food on the coffee table in front of them.

"You don't want to relax," Derek whined, "You want to talk about the wedding. Call that dude you're constantly talking to, event planning stresses me out."

"The architect is concerned about a little advance planning?"

"I plan all day, babe. I don't want to do it at home too." Derek patted Stiles on the knee and rose to return to the kitchen.

"Don't pat me!" Stiles jumped up and followed him, "I just want to make sure everything is perfect and it's not going to be perfect if we don't get this stuff done."

Derek continued eating from his plate as he walked up to the range and scooped up another chicken breast. He turned to face Stiles, who was leaning on the dark marble countertop beside him.

"Don't give me that look," Derek said through a mouthful of food, "you don't pack enough food for me during lunch. I'm still a Werewolf, you know."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I'm not giving you a look for that. This is our wedding and it needs to be special. Speaking of special," Stiles turned and leaned against the kitchen island while he allowed an excited grin to spread across his face, "Brian said that we should make a playlist for the DJ, one that's unique to us."

Derek swallowed his last bit of chicken and dumped his plate in the polished metal sink, "Who is this Brian guy that you're always talking to anyway? He's not a wedding planner."

"He's a consultant."

"Could you be any more vague?"

"He knows people."

"There you go," Derek nodded, "that was more vague."

Stiles groaned, "He's got a lot of connections and is hooking us up with some sweet deals."

"And are you giving him any sweet deals?"

Stiles' mouth hung open momentarily, which soon transformed into a cheeky smile, "Is my big bad Alpha jealous?"

Derek closed the distance between them and pressed Stiles up against the island. He locked his hands on Stiles' hips. "I don't have anything to be jealous of." Their lips were nearly touching. Derek could feel Stiles' elevated heart rate and smell his increased level of excitement. He lightly touched his lips against his and smirked before saying, "After all, how many guys are there looking for someone who cares more about wedding planning than their fiancée's sanity."

Stiles struggled to push Derek off of him, but his large frame and muscular body teamed with his supernatural Werewolf strength meant he was powerless to move him.

"Aww," Derek laughed, "give me a kiss."

"Okay, asshole."

X-X-X-X

Derek stretched widely as he wallowed into the bed. Stiles was sitting up with his MacBook in his lap shifting through songs with the intensity of any grown man with ADHD. After four seconds of a song would play he would whisper "no" to himself and move on to the next one.

"Baby," Derek rolled onto his back and looked up to Stiles, "I have to be up in 6 hours, can you please do this tomorrow?"

"Alright," Stiles agreed, "But I think I've found the first song on our playlist." He stared directly at Derek.

"You want me to ask what it is, right?"

"…and?"

"Why it's important?" Derek asked, quizzical about his response as if he would be wrong.

"Glad you asked." Stiles clicked play, turned up the music, and burrowed up to Derek.

XXXX

I'm not Snow White

But I'm lost inside this forest

Stiles and Allison ran as fast as their feet would carry them. The long Hunt for the last of Peter's pack led them into an ambush, one that none of them saw coming. Peter's pack was much larger than Derek's senses had led him to believe. What seemed to be a lonely Beta turned into four. The clever wolves led them away from Beacon Hills to a town nearly 60 miles away, effectively preventing Allison from calling her family for back-up.

Howls shifted and echoed through the woods. The night sky was covered by thick clouds, which lent little light for the two to find a path to the main road. As they skipped over exposed tree roots and jumped over small pockets of water Allison readied her crossbow. Her nearly medieval weaponry was the only thing the two teenagers could count on to save their lives.

Despite the dissipating sounds of wolves in battle Stiles and Allison grew uneasy as they realized they had lost their trail. What should have been a twenty minute run to her car proved to be much more than that, leading them to the conclusion that they were lost.

"Stop!" Allison exclaimed.

"Stop!" Stiles slowed to a halt and turned to the Argent, "Stop! That's your plan! If you haven't noticed we're in deep right now! We need to get to your car and get out of here. Also, we need to figure out some way to run over a wolf in the process."

"Are Derek and Scott going to make it?" Allison asked, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Stiles was breathing heavily, nearly unable to talk, "Yes, I think they—"

I'm not Red Riding Hood

But I think the wolves have got me

A strong callous hand grabbed Stiles by the neck and jerked him back. Allison yelped in fright before raising her crossbow. A tall Beta, one of the ones in the original fight they ran from, held Stiles close to his body. His yellow eyes burned through Allison, almost as if she was not a point of his concern. Despite his inattention when she aimed her crossbow he moved Stiles to cover his weak point.

"Don't even think about it," he growled.

"I'm sure she's thinking about it already," Stiles choked out, "how about we all think about this situation and see how we can show better manners. We're in the woods but that doesn't mean we can't be civilized."

"Let him go!" Allison commanded. The resolve in her voice was somewhat weak though her hands steadily held her weapon.

Stiles flinched against the Beta's grip when he heard a snap. Mere seconds after he, along with the wolf, fell clumsily to the ground. Stiles looked beside him to see the wolf's crooked neck. He slid back across the forest's fallen leaves when he saw Derek standing beside the downed wolf. The Alpha jumped high in the air and slashed the Beta repeatedly. The sight of the blood made Stiles' stomach upturn. Scott soon appeared beside Allison and pulled her into a hug, hiding her vision of the literal slaughter.

"You got the gun?" Derek asked Scott. He nodded and tossed it to him. Derek wasted no time in shooting the wolf with a monkshood bullet. "That should do it."

"That should do it?" Stiles coughed heavily as the words escaped his mouth, "He could have ripped my throat open while you were snapping necks and clawing people like they're your own little scratching post."

Derek growled at Stiles, "But you're alive, aren't you?"

Don't want the stilettos

I'm not, not Cinderella

I don't need a knight so baby take off all your armor

Stiles jumped up to his feet, still hacking slightly from the pressure on his neck. Allison requested that they leave, so Scott led them through the woods towards her car. Stiles, still infuriated at Derek's carelessness, made a point to walk with him. He ranted about how easily he could have died, how Derek's main interests were hurting him and scaring the hell out of him, and if Stiles died then Derek would have no comedic relief in his life.

No matter what Stiles tried to say, Derek constantly rebutted with "But you're alive." The fact that loomed over Stiles' thoughts was that, more often than not, he played the damsel in distress roll with Allison. Despite his clever quips, quick wit, and frequent ability to turn a situation without the need for Werewolf powers, he frequently had to be rescued from physical confrontations. His frustration was mounting, both from his train of thought and from Derek's inability to do anything but stare ahead of them silently.

Derek was a confusing enigma to Stiles. It had been only a few weeks since he became Alpha, and it seemed that the new rush of power gave Derek more of a reason to be silent and isolated. He was never going to win an etiquette competition or charm someone with his choices of words, but the least he could do was try. This frustrated Stiles more than anything, mostly due to the fact that it was Derek who saved him from most of his life-threatening crises.

He was as impregnable as any fortress and as hard to read as archaic Latin. His moods shifted from broody to angry so quick that it gave those around him whiplash. Not that broody and angry were so different, but those seemed to be the only options on Derek's emotional palette. Despite all of that Stiles still found himself wanting to get closer to Derek. After all, no one would save your life into the double digits without some sense of care for you—or so he thought.

You be the Beast and I'll be the Beauty, beauty

Who needs true love as long as you love me truly

I want it all, but I want you more

Will you wake me up boy if I bite your poison apple

Allison opened the door to their motel room, a small and slightly dank cesspool that none of them felt comfortable sleeping in. The room they were afforded, the only one with a vacancy, had a small bed and a pull out couch. The carpet was the color green that eerily covered up nearly any stain, which only made them more uncomfortable about the cleanliness of the place.

"This place is disgusting," Allison commented, running an uneasy finger along the stiff comforter.

"It's either this or sleep in the car," Scott said.

"Well you and Allison can have the bed, for sure," Stiles turned his nose up at it, "and I'll go ahead and call the pull-out."

"What about Derek?" Allison asked, seemingly concerned for the wolf, "Stiles can you share with him?"

The three boys instantly traded uncomfortable glances. Allison responded with a laugh, "Really, boys can't share a bed?"

"Fine," Stiles exhaled sharply as he pulled open the bed, "but if I wake up with you humping my leg I'm calling animal control."

"I'm pretty sure the only thing you have to worry about is me killing you in your sleep," Derek muttered, helping Stiles set the squeaky frame in place.

"And I'm pretty sure I'm leaving this place with an STD," Stiles said as he shivered from the lack of cleanliness around him.

"So you're planning on making some extra money tonight?" Derek asked coyly, leading Scott and Allison into laughter.

I don't believe in fairy tales

But I believe in you and me

Take me to wonderland

Stiles opened his eyes. The cheap curtains on the motel window muffled the sunlight outside so that he could barely see the arm locked around his waist. He felt hot breath on his neck running across his skin in even patterns. He could feel Derek's hard body pressed up against him. Initially he felt like jerking away, as if Derek would wake up and somehow blame Stiles for their close physical contact. But that feeling was quickly defeated by Stiles' comfort in his arms.

Stiles smiled to himself when he heard Derek's breathing shift, and felt Derek remove his arm from around him. Stiles feigned sleep until Derek had rolled completely away from him. He let out a fake snore and yawned louder than he needed to. Stiles stretched and then looked over to Derek.

"Morning sunshine," Stiles said.

Derek grunted.

"I'm hungry."

Stiles laid in his spot in silence for what seemed like several minutes, but eventually Derek spoke up.

"Me too."

I want the love, the money, and the perfect ending

You want the same as I, I, so stop pretending

There were only three tables of people in the small corner diner. Two old men involved in a slow-paced game of checkers sat in the far corner booth across the diner. About two booths away was a still-drunk couple coming down from their long night by means of greasy food and too much PDA. The third table was filled by Derek and Stiles. Neither of them was speaking. Instead Derek was reading the Beacon Hills newspaper while Stiles fiddled through apps and messages on his phone. Indeed, their only interaction happened when Stiles would slide his extra food over to Derek who subsequently wolfed it down.

After a their meal was nearly finished Stiles placed his phone to the side. He stared at Derek, who's face was covered by the paper, for a few moments before tapping on it. Derek ignored Stiles, but he tapped again. He continued until Derek aggressively tossed the paper to the side. His jaw clenched tightly and he glared at the boy across from him.

"Finally," Stiles leaned forward, "do you think we should have brought Scott and Allison?"

Derek stared at Stiles, his expression unwavering.

"Don't give me that look. You're not going to hurt me in public."

Derek rolled his eyes, "They had a long night; they need to rest."

"Hey," Stiles expanded his hands as if he had just come to a revelation, "is that a compassionate remark aimed at someone else?"

"Shut it, Stiles. I'm not in the mood for your so-called comedy."

"You think I'm hilarious." Stiles leaned forward, "And you know what else, I think you like me."

Derek's nostrils flared.

"Just look at the facts," Stiles held up his hand, "One, you shared a bed with me last night."

"I wasn't going to sleep on the floor."

"Two, I woke up this morning with you holding me."

"Your feminine build must have confused me while I was sleeping."

"Third, every single time there's some freak-of-the-night attacking us you're always the one saving me, or vice versa."

"Because Scott is always saving Allison."

"But you're eating my food."

"I'm a hungry Werewolf."

"Face it, Derek, our chemistry is undeniable."

Derek leaned forward, "You know what else is undeniable? The pain you're going to feel with I rip your throat out with me teeth."

I want to show you how good we could be together

I want to love you, through the night, we'll be a sweet disaster

The ride home that morning was nearly unbearable, at least in the back seat where Stiles and Derek sat in complete silent for the 90 minute drive. They were never usually extremely chatty, but Stiles felt he had crossed a line with his overconfidence during breakfast. Derek was his usual self, having about as much to say to the group as the floorboard. Once they arrived at Derek's burned-down home he and Stiles loaded out of the vehicle. They said their goodbyes to Allison and Scott and the two pulled away.

Stiles grabbed his keys from his pocket and began to climb into his Jeep before he called out to Derek.

"Listen," he said, "I'm sorry about this morning. I just—I guess I got the wrong signal."

Derek turned from his walk to the house to face Stiles. They were nearly four meters apart, but the distance seemed much shorter.

"Don't apologize."

"Why?"

Derek smiled for what was probably the first time since he slashed Peter's throat. That wasn't a good sign since murder seemed to put him in a good mood.

"Confidence," he spoke, "that's the first time I've seen any out of you. I like it."

With that Derek turned and walked up to his house. Stiles wanted to stop him to ask him another question, but for once he felt the conversation was acceptable if left as is. This meant that, despite his constant plaguing thoughts, that he had a chance with the Alpha.

I don't believe in fairy tales

But I believe in you and me

Take me to wonderland

I believe in you and me

Take me to wonderland

XXXX

Author's Note: Again, thanks for reading. Please read and review (feel free to be brutal), and if you like this random idea so far please leave songs in your review for me to check out.