Alright ! I wrote this for a friend, on tumblr, and thought I might as well post it here ! Before you read this, just keep something in mind. I'm French. So that text can have some mispelling mistakes, or whatever. I didn't have a beta reader, so if anyone wants to correct me that's fine !
I of course do not own TW characters, they're Jeff Davis, I think.
-Road Trip-
Part I : Where Stiles discovers Aviators don't fit him. At all
Stiles didn't like Summer. Everything and everyone would become sweaty, all of sudden, and grass would turn yellow no matter how many times his dad would spray the lawn with water. But most of all, Stiles didn't like Summer because of one simple reason : Scott would be away for two never ending months, leaving him alone with his fantasies of Lydia in a bathing suit. God he hated Summer !
All alone, he couldn't use his now famous sarcasm, and was afraid he would be rusty in September. Looking through his window, he sighed, and suddenly cursed between his teeth. There, sitting on his car, was the only werewolf he was hoping not to see.
He pushed his chair closer to the window, yawning.
« 'Working on your tan, Derek ? »
The alpha looked up at him, frowning. How could he possibly endure wearing a leather jacket in the middle of July ? Was he insane ? Wait. He was. Derek's jaw clenched as he made a sign for Stiles to come down to meet him. The teenager rolled his eyes. Couldn't the guy at least try to say a few words ? He wasn't his goddamn puppet, for Christ's sake !
Making it as slowly as he could -pissing off Derek was one of his guilty but oh so dangerous pleasures-, he walked to the front door, opening it very carefully. Taking some time to adjust his position, he said tentatively :
'Well hello there , sunshine ! Missed me ?'
He didn't have a chance to regret his words. Derek's freakishly huge hand took him by the neck and shoved him against the wall, dragging him inside.
« Don't push it, Stiles. »
He dropped him, and Stiles angrily glared at him.
« Why are you people always forgetting I'm only human ? I have to admit, as much as I loved the contact of that soft wallpaper on my cheek, I'd rather want to know what my favorite sociopath is doing in my house ! Scott's away ! Even the Argents are on vacation ! What are you doing here ? I thought you'd want to call Extreme Makeover's team to bring Hale mansion back to its past glory, it sure as hell needs it ! »
Derek growled, showing his teeth. Stiles felt a knot growing in his throat. He shouldn't have said that. He knew it from the start but it was actually the first time he was speaking to another human being, other than his father, and the need to use his wits was too strong for him to shut up. He shrugged, desperately trying to look cool, but doing so while Derek -that poser !- was in the room was like looking at a shrimp pretending to be a shark. Sighing again, he asked, more nicely this time.
« Okay, I'm sorry I hurt your teenage girl feelings, now can we go to the part where you stop showing your teeth in a very manly attempt to seduce me and be back to the point of your lovely visit ? »
Derek seemed to consider the offer for a time, staying silent as Stiles looked blankly at him. The boy was always pushing his luck, and it was honestly a miracle he was still standing in one piece. Sighing, he reminded himself of the promise he made with Scott before he got away.
« Come on, Derek, I'm not asking for the moon ! You can do that for me, right ? »
Scott's annoying voice was following him as he was trying to walk away from the teenager.
« I don't have time for this ! I'm not a babysitter ! »
Scott wasn't the Alpha. He wasn't even part of the pack. He couldn't possibly think he was in right to ask him a favor, right ? Derek frowned, trying to understand why Scott was so sure his plan was going to work. Stiles was certainly not the dumbest guy in Beacon Hills and if even him could easily see the holes in Scott's story, no doubt that the boy would too.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned back to face the not-so-lone wolf. Was he making a puppy face on purpose ?
« Please. I'm asking this as a favor. Take care of him. I don't want Stiles to be all alone during summer break. With his luck he could , I don't know, run into a fairy or get himself killed by magic flowers ! »
Derek nearly smirked at the idea of the skinny teenager being attacked by tiny colorful ladies, but instead he just whispered, pointing his index to Scott's chest :
« Fine. But don't expect me to take him in amusement park. I am NOT his fairy godmother. Cinderella will stay at home and the pumpkin WILL STAY A PUMPKIN ! »
Isaac must have heard that, because he heard a muffled laugh echoing in the building. He rolled his eyes. He was so screwed.
« Scott needs our help. »
« What ? »
Stiles turned so quickly that he splashed some of the soda he was currently drinking on his shirt.
« He sent me a text message, saying he was afraid he couldn't control his body on the next full moon since Allison -he was obviously disgusted by the girl- wasn't here with him. »
Stiles eyes narrowed.
« He didn't send me any text message. »
« That's because he doesn't want you here. »
Ouch. That hurt. He turned his back from Derek, trying to stay calm as he was, drinking his soda from the can -so much for being a badass !-
« Well seems like he doesn't need me ! But thank you for rubbing it to my face, that's real nice payback, Derek ! »
The werewolf looked up to the ceiling, frankly annoyed. Lying to Stiles was never easy. He had to make it believable for him to get into it. He rubbed his eyes with his thumbs, trying to calm himself.
« He's just afraid you'd get hurt, Robin ! Honestly your friend Batman cares so much about you it's like the gay subtext is written all over your faces. »
Stiles raised a brow, feeling bold all of a sudden.
« Well according to my dad, I have a bad taste in clothing. So too bad for you, but I'm not swimming for the other team ! »
He winked, and took another sip. Bad idea. Derek's hand went straight to his head, in a loud clap, making him choke equally loudly.
« Okay Okay ! I'll stop ! »
He grabbed his jacket, one jar of peanut butter, and went straight to Derek's car.
« Where do you think you're going ? »
Stiles smiled.
« You and I, my friend, are going on a road trip ! »
Derek sighed, and slowly walking towards his car, he pointed an angry finger at Stiles.
« That's my spot. I'm driving. »
Stiles smiled brightly, and for a moment, maybe even a second, Derek felt like he could use a friend like him. Then the scrawny teenager took his sunglasses and put them on his eyes, suggestively raising his brows.
« Let's go baby ! Hittin' the road ! Oh and FYI, I would be Batman ! »
That was going to be a long, long trip.
It was exactly as Derek thought it would be. Hell. He didn't know what was worse : Stiles trying to touch every single thing on his car, or his never ending talking. Derek was never the kind of guy who could talk, let alone for hours. And with Scott gone in New Mexico-couldn't he just choose some place nearer ?-, they would have to drive more than a day. And he didn't want to sleep while Stiles, of all people, would be behind the wheel.
It wasn't that he had trust issues, he was just... cautious. Extra careful. That was all. Besides, he really couldn't afford to trust anyone anymore, not after what happened in his family. The sound of his cousin's laughter began to run in his head, as he remembered the last days of happiness he ever knew. He shook his head, trying to erase the painful memory from his head. So last time he trust the wrong person, he ended up orphan, his feelings crushed under a big pile of guilt. His hands involuntarily grasped the wheel harder, and his nails cut the soft leather like it was butter. Kate Argent. The name still felt bitter, even if it has been more than a year since she passed. He felt a rush of anger, clenching his teeth so hard it hurt. Everything, no matter what he did, no matter what excuses other people may have told him, was undeniably his fault. Just because he had been a horny lovestruck teenager. Just like Scott. He had warned him, over, and over, and over, but he even considered allying himself with Gerard just for his petty relationship's sake. Girls. They were always bringing trouble. He couldn't trust anyone, and neither could Scott, especially not the Argent girls. People tended to think he had no heart for believing such things. It wasn't true. He had a heart. But he didn't want to feel anymore. It was too hard, the grief, the loss of love, everything. Caring wasn't an advantage. Thinking of the fire, the smell of burnt flesh when he first arrived there... he could feel it like it was yesterday. The shrieks of pain, entire parts of the mansion falling into pieces. His sister crying. Kate's smirk when she crushed his feelings. His grip on the wheel began to tighten and the wheel started to crack like it was in agony. See, that's why he didn't like to think about... feelings. It was way too hard to re open the box after all these years, too bloody difficult.
He felt a hand on his, and blinked, the spell suddenly broken. Stiles was now looking at him with his stupid big doe eyes, like he was... concerned. For a second he even thought he felt his fingers crawl against his, like he was begging him to come back to reality. He shrugged, quickly shoving the teenager's hand away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing ?"
There it was. Hurt, in his eyes. He didn't like hurting Stiles, or anyone. But he still did anyway. He had never been good concerning interactions with people. He knew how to smile, and he did it on purpose sometimes, but that was all.
The boy looked away from him, speaking so low he could have been whispering :
"You were drifting. I just wanted to help. You seem tired."
That was it. No sarcasm, no cruel japes, or satisfied smirk. It was real, simple, genuine concern. Derek's mouth twitched. He was actually exhausted. Not only from the trip, but also because he didn't have the chance to share a good night of sleep since... well, he didn't even remember the last time he slept a whole night. Running the pack often meant for him to stay awake, and not only on full moons. Erica's been the most difficult, but Boyd and Isaac were physically stronger than her, and it wasn't rare he felt overloaded by the situation. Not even mentioning the Kanima, the Hunters, or Scott's usual attempts to betray him. The town must have been built on an hell's mouth, for all he knew.
He yawned, closed his eyes for just a second. Then all he remembered was Stiles shouting and a loud bump woke him up.
"What's happening ?!"
Stiles had his eyes wide open, and god he really did look like those innocent does crossing the road and seeing a car.
"Are you insane ?! Wait, I already know the answer to this one, but seriously ?! You drove us into a ditch, smart-ass ! And to think you didn't want me to drive because I could have damaged the car... That's rich !"
Derek's nostrils flared as he tried to keep his composure, but he had to admit driving all day made him sleepy and all he wanted know was a pillow and good old sheets. But of course he would have to push the car out of the dirt first. Carefully taking his jacket off, he rubbed his hands together and got himself out of the vehicle. Stiles was right, he did get them into a ditch. Still, it wasn't too deep so it wouldn't be too difficult to get it back on the road.
He started to push, rather gently at first, but seeing it didn't work, he pushed harder. What the hell ?!
"Stiles ! What do you think you're doing ?!"
Still sitting in his seat, the teenager was eating rather peanut butter with a spoon, and seemed to enjoy it too much for his liking. Derek sighed.
"You're not going to help me, are you ?"
"Why ? You're the one with the superpowers. I'm just a 'scrawny teenage boy with raging hormones, not the Hulk."
The werewolf growled between his teeth, pushing harder.
"Batman would have helped me."
That's all for tonight, folks !
R&R only if you feel like it !