Note: It's finally here, chapter one. As you can see I went Idea # 2. Hope you all like it. Please review, I would love to hear your thoughts.
The sound of a car door being slammed shut followed by some neighborhood dogs barking off in the distance due to the intrusion could be heard through the living room walls where Stiles had been sitting.
He ended the game of Batman Arkham Knights he had been playing on his PlayStation, saving his spot before turning the screen off.
Stiles took a deep breath as he awaited his fated doom.
He knew any moment his curse of an Unofficial Brother was going to walk through that front door and give him hell like he did as a teen.
Stiles set his controller on the coffee table and stood up in his spot just as the front door creaked open and a large guy came in with a duffel bag over his shoulder, peeking around the room, taking in the scenery.
The mystery guy glanced over at Stiles and froze as if not expecting someone to be standing there, just a few feet away.
Just as Stiles was going to tell the stranger he had the wrong house, a smiled formed on the man's lips, as if he recognized the teen.
"Hey buddy." The stranger said playfully, coming over to where Stiles stood, run his free hand over the teen's hair, messing it up a bit.
Once he had his fill, the man stepped back a bit looking Stiles over and then lightly slapped his clothed chest.
"Look at you, finally gain some muscle I see. Looks good on." He voiced showing off his pearly whites.
It wasn't till that very moment when Stiles got a good look at the guys face and rich green eyes that it suddenly clicked.
The teen's eyes widened and his mouth formed into an o shape, in shock.
This was not the same Derek he remembered as a teen. This Derek looked older, taller, had a more muscular built, definitely more body hair.
Derek's once angler, sharp jawline was now smoothed out with dark facial hair in the form of a beard making him look softer. His black leather jacket, tight blue jeans and combat boots were traded in for a white v neck shirt and pair of knee length khaki shorts, showing off his hairy legs, followed with a pair of white sneakers.
His once tough appearance was replaced with a more approachable one. He looked like a totally different guy. Derek didn't look like a rebelling teen anymore, he looked like a man.
"Who are you and what did you do to Derek?" Stiles said baffled.
Derek let out a warm laugh.
"You always did have a sense of humor on you." He replied as he set his duffel bag down on the floor by his feet.
"I see you changed, physically. Your muscles are bigger and you have a beard." Stiles stated, gulping as he did another look over, taking in the whole package.
Derek chuckled before bringing a hand up to his hair covered cheek.
"Indeed I do. I wasn't sure if I should keep it or not. I was thinking of shaving it…" He said, rubbing his fingers over the scruff on his face.
"But dad thinks it looks distinguished and it's starting to grow on me. So maybe I'll keep it for a bit."
"Dad? You call my father your dad?" Stiles questioned in disbelief, feeling a bit defensive.
"Well, yeah. He is in a way. Is that okay with you?" Derek asked as he eyed the teen over, noticing Stiles once relaxed posture was now stiff.
"I don't know how I feel about that." Stiles confessed.
"You know I call you my little brother." Derek added, trying to ease the tension that now sat in the room.
"What?"
"People asked in school about my family. What was I supposed to say? The family I had died in a fire and some sheriff took me in with his teenage son?" Derek argued.
"Yes. Yes you are."
Derek frowned a bit at this.
"I've changed Stiles. I've grown; I thought maybe you did too. I would like us to get pass this bad blood we had as kids."
Before Stiles could respond his dad entered the room interrupting there conversation.
"Hey, look whose back." John said happily, grinning widely as he wrapped his arms around Derek in a big bear hug.
"Hey dad." Derek responded, smiling brightly, giving John's back a couple of manly pats through the hug.
"Dad?" The teen repeated, irritated.
Stiles didn't like Derek calling HIS father dad or that his father was so accepting of it. He didn't like it one bit.
He watched annoyed as they hug, folding his arms into his chest and narrowing his eyes at Derek.
To him, Derek was still very much his enemy. He might have had his father fooled but he was not fooling Stiles. Derek's physically appearance might have changed but that didn't change the jerk that hid underneath.
"What right does he have to call MY dad, dad?! Stiles vented to Scott, as he lay back on his best friend's bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Well, he lost his real family when he was young and has lived with you guys ever since. So you're probably the closest thing to a family he has now. Call me crazy, but I think it makes sense that he would think of your dad as a father figure for him because in a way he was." Scott voiced across the room, as he dribbled a small air filled basketball on the carpet before jumping up and taking a shot at the net suction cupped to the back of his bedroom door.
The ball swooshed into the hoop and Scott celebrated doing a little "raise the roof" dance move with his arms as a smug look came over his face.
Stiles eyes were glued to the ceiling with his head still deep in his thoughts.
"Just because he comes back all ripped and grows some hair on his face, looking all manly and handsome with that infectious smile of his, doesn't give him the right to..."
"Handsome? Dude, you think your brother is handsome?" Scott interrupted, giving his friend a questioning look as he bent down to retrieve the basketball from the ground.
"Wha-no. I mean, I guess. I mean, I can see how women might flock to him but I don't..." Stiles stopped mid-sentence moved his eyes from the ceiling over to his friend who was back to dribbling the ball.
Scott gave him an amused look.
"Wait, brother? Listen Scott, let's get one thing straight, Derek is not and will never be my brother." He argued.
Scott laughed breaking eye contact as he took another shot with the ball. The ball bounced off the hoop this time but he didn't care, he was enjoying Stiles discomfort on the subject.
"You got the hots for your brother from another mother." He teased.
"Another mother and dad." Stiles corrected, as he sat up on the bed, grabbing the ball off the ground as it rolled over by his feet.
"So you admit that you like him." Scott voiced amused, taking a seat in his computer chair.
Stiles took a shot completely missing the hoop and even the door for that matter, knocking a picture frame off Scott's dresser in the process.
"Oh shit." The teen voiced, getting up from his spot and picking up the old picture of him and Scott acting goofy, off the ground.
He made sure it wasn't cracked before setting it back into its rightful place.
Scott picked up the loose ball and aimed it at his friend, smacking him in the butt with it, grabbing his attention back.
"Stiles?"
"Okay fine, he's attractive, happy?" He snapped.
A smile grew over Scott's lips at the confession.
"But it doesn't change the fact that he is a jerk and I don't like him." Stiles added.
Scott busted out laughing as his friend tossed the ball at his head, which he quickly blocked with his hands.