Welcome to the 23rd Century. A perfect world of total pleasure… The only thing a young werewolf and his rebel boyfriend can't have in this Utopian paradise is a life-long relationship… Oh, and that whole pesky 30th birthday thing.
Yes, this is a Logan's Run AU, and, No, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the amazing characters. I do this for fun & frustration only, no fame or fortune. All characters are legal age. Pure Sterek Stiles S./Derek H. Sci-Fi / Romance / Humor / Adventure Rating: M
City of Domes ~ Year of the City 2272Stiles 6 felt himself materializing on the strange unknown platform. It was the first time he'd been allowed on the Circuit since the "Incident." Because of his Computer-imposed punishment, he was now the only guy in his circle that was still a virgin. He stifled a gasp as his vision came back into focus. There, in front of him, was the best looking guy he'd ever seen. And that was saying a lot in a society of genetically selected, surgically enhanced perfect people. Unhappily, he noticed that the guy was getting ready to press the button for another selection. Stiles hated this aspect of the dating program, and was determined not to let it happen to him.
"Stop! I mean not-so-quick-there handsome… There's a lot more to me than you might see in just a couple of seconds. Let me stay, please, I promise you won't regret it. Opps! I'm sorry, I just assumed you're into men…. Sorry, if you're straight, I mean. Really really really tragically sorry…" The hot masculine man could not hold back a smile, and that smile lit up the entire room.
Stiles had caught Derek 9 totally off-guard. He'd never heard anyone actually talk on the Circuit. He wasn't even sure that it could be done, until now. The strange man had intrigued him in a very short time, that's for sure. The term man though was pushing it; young man was much closer to it.
"Are you even old enough to be on the Circuit?" Derek asked skeptically. "Besides, I really wasn't looking to hook-up tonight… I just wanted some company… You know, like a friend. It's my birthday today."
Stiles jumped from the platform and into the spartanly furnished living area, ending Derek's ability to whisk him away with the touch of a button. "Happy Birthday Hot Stuff! My name is Stiles, and I'm a party in pajamas! What shall we do first? Wanna go to Arcade? I'll buy you a session at the Love Shop… Yeah, I know it's free, but it's the thought that counts, right? I'll let you take me to dinner. Yup, free again! But hey, I don't want you to start thinking that I'm a cheap date (With a wink). I might be easy, might be a sure thing, but I'm not cheap. Just saying that if we had money, you probably couldn't afford me. But, if you play your cards right, you could free me of this whole celibacy curse."
"Whoa there…, I'm Derek, by the way. Do you always only think of sex, Stiles? What I really need tonight is a friend. I go red tonight, and I'm a little scared. No more colors left after this… Just Lastday." He shuddered, looking down at the bright green crystal imbedded in his palm.
"Hey, no sad faces ~ not tonight! That's still more than seven years away! There's still lots of time left. You're in luck, cause Stiles can do friendship, or friendship with benefits….? (No response, unless slack-jawed shock is a response) Okay, Just checking. I can put off the quest to lose my virginity for another night. Tonight, it's all about you! Let's go Party!"
This was the second time the information had been blatantly dropped into the conversation, and now Derek's curiosity was peaked. "Virgin? I'm going to regret asking, but why is a gorgeous young guy like you still a virgin?"
Now it was Stiles' turn to be caught off-guard. "You sly charmer! I can tell I'm gonna have to watch out for you. You really think I'm gorgeous? Better stop that, dude, I'll fall in love with you. If you must know, I've been on house arrest for the better part of a year…" Stiles admitted reluctantly. He bashfully looked up at Derek to see how he would take the new information.
Derek laughed, and then was sorry he had. "House arrest? I didn't even know that was a thing!"
"We'll it is! I was in lock-down for almost a year! I almost got my ass thrown into Cathedral. (Stiles shuddered) You know how long my ass would have lasted in Cathedral?! Not very long, I tell you! I've heard all the horror stories… As much as I'd like to finally have sex, I'd kinda like it to be consensual, one at a time, and to someone whom I care about… Luckily, my IQ's off the charts… Can't loose that contribution to the gene pool."
"Cathedral, Huh? I almost ended up in there too." Derek supplied.
"What?! What could possible be wrong with you? You look completely perfect." Stiles gushed, then blushed.
"They found residual werewolf DNA on my last med-scan. It's caused by the residual radiation, and it happens in about one in every 5000 babies. Luckily it's dormant; otherwise, I'd be there as well with the other genetic, psychological, and societal rejects."
"Werewolf DNA?! Oh my God, that's Awesome!" Stiles actually jumped.
"Glad you think so. It's just a wild chromosome, it's not like I turn into a quadruped on the full moon…. If we even had a moon that is. Have you ever noticed that once a month the domes do get quite a bit brighter?! You know, I heard a theory once that the city, this city, is on the moon. You think that's true? Hey, I just told you my darkest secret… Your turn, Spill!"
"Remember that incident a year ago…?" Stiles started out tentatively.
"You mean the one that shut down the mazecars and turned off the anti-grav in Carousel?! Oh, my God that was epic, the city came to a complete and total standstill! Never seen anything like it in my entire life." Derek stated. "People were talking about it for months. It shook a lot of people up."
"Well, glad you liked it. Yup, that was me. I kinda hacked into the mainframe. There was something I really needed to find out..." Stiles explained.
"What could possibly be important enough for you to risk the kind of punishment you got?!" Derek asked, genuinely interested by now.
"I wanted to find out who my birth parents were. I hate the word 'donors,' don't you? I found out that my father was a legendary Sandman, and my mother was an artist. Her works can still be found all throughout the city. I was actually surrogate-interrogated by the Computer. Split my mind into several sections, and cross-examined each one. It was pretty scary, and it took me a while to get my thoughts back together. (Whispering) I tell you, and this is just between the two of us, there's something really squirrelly about that Computer."
"Squirrel?!" Derek's head whipped quickly around the room.
Stiles shook his head, with major face palm. "Residual werewolf DNA, my ass!" he said to himself.
When Derek was completely sure that there were no squirrels in his quarters, he turned his attention back to Stiles. "Wow. You never cease to amaze! I'm glad you stayed. Hold on, I'll go put on a shirt…" he said.
"Stop right there! You do, and I'll have to kill you! I can do it too! I have friends that are Sandmen. While we're at it, do you have any tighter tights? 'Cause boy, are those really working on you. I love the way they set off your butt, err bulge…, I mean eyes. Yeah, I'm going with eyes. Yup, just saying, you should never wear a shirt ~ ever! Yeah, that's what I meant all along."
"Well enjoy, because it's the last night that I'll ever be able to wear green," Derek said sadly.
"Who ever came up with that stupid rule, anyway? Green? Really?! (Stiles said referring to his own outfit.) "I always thought I was more of an Autumn. You know, you can't find plaid ~ anywhere?! I know, I've tried! And what's with all these sparkles? It so hard to be manly and butch, while wearing sparkles…"
"Come on Stiles." Derek said opening the automatic door. He had slipped on a skimpy shirt somewhere during that last rant.
"What?! Nooo! Are you making me leave? I'm sorry, I talk too much, I know. I'm working on it, really I am. I might have a little to do with being locked in my quarters for a year, with no one to talk to but my friend Scott!"
Derek laughed at the misunderstanding. "I taking you to dinner, if that's okay with you? Then, we'll see where we go from there. By the way, I really like the slave collar… and is that an Ankh you're wearing?"
Stiles stopped mid-stride, his mouth making fish-like movements. "Ahh, Thanks. It's one of my Mom's pieces. I bartered for it. (Nervously, Stiles tried to change the conversation.) And, it's so not a slave collar…! If anyone would know anything about collars, it would be you, Wolfbutt. I can get you one in Arcade, we'll match. It can be your birthday present."
"Thanks, but you're all the birthday present I need." He put his muscular arm around Stiles. The two walked down the promenade to the mazecar platform. Once they were situated and Derek had given the destination, Stiles started to ask, "So how do you know about …" His thoughts and voice were cut off abruptly as Derek suddenly put his hand over his mouth!
A thousand thoughts went through Stiles' mind. Boy, did he know how to pick 'em! The guy he was crushing on, thought he was a werewolf and was now possibly kidnapping him. Can you kidnap the willing? What came out though, was "How Rude! I know I talk too much, but there are much more polite, and dare I say creative, ways to shut someone up…."
Derek made the universal sign to be quiet, and Stiles sullenly complied. He concentrated on the incredible view through the plexi-steel tubes zooming by a hundred feet below.
As they exited the car on the Arcade Platform, Derek was all apologies. "I'm so sorry Stiles. I can only imagine what you're thinking…" Derek pleaded.
"Trust me, you don't have the slightest idea what I thinking!" Stiles huffed.
"You were going to ask me about the Ankh, right?!" Derek proffered.
Stiles was shocked. "Well yeah, but how could you possibly know that?!"
Everything said in the mazecars, and our quarters as well," Derek Explained, "can be listened to by Computer."
"Really Der?! Paranoid much?" Stiles chastised.
"No, not paranoid, just careful. Open areas like this are safe to talk in ~ about anything." Derek explained, stressing the last word.
"Well, I for one have no secrets," Stiles lied. "I'm an open knowledge disc. So what do you know about Ankhs anyway?" He asked again, fishing.
"Oh, not very much. Let's see…, the Ankh, the key of life, or Crux Ansata if you prefer, is a talisman that was popular in ancient Egypt. It's the symbol of the Sun God Ra. Some people think it evolved from a stylized representation of the sun rising above the horizon as its rays reflected in the Nile below. Later it was stolen and used by a religious sect that blossomed in ancient Rome, the meaning changed from the god of the sun, to the son of God. Many believe it could also very well be a stylized representation of the robes that the ancient druid priests wore." Derek explained casually.
"Oh my God! What are you, some kind of professor? How do you even know all this!" Stiles was extremely impressed, and that was very hard to do.
"I just paid attention in class. Ancient Egypt always fascinated me. They worshiped canines ~ jackals and wolves, did you know that? Besides, did it really escape that genius mind of yours, we live in the Valley of Temples…." Derek expounded, turning around with his arms spread wide.
"Huh?" Stiles quick mind was having trouble keeping up.
"Really? Haven't you ever noticed, Stiles?" Take a good look…" He turned the man to where he could look out over the city. There were pyramids everywhere he looked. Why had he never noticed this before? The obvious truth was slapping him in the face now.
"Why, Stiles? What did you think I was going to say? That it's a forbidden symbol that runners use to recognize each other? An extremely taboo symbol representing Sanctuary." Derek insinuated, whispering into his ear from behind.
Stiles felt his legs give out from under him. Luckily Derek was there to catch him. "I've got you. Sorry Stiles, that was probably mean."
"Sorry, did you say something? I wasn't paying attention…" Stiles tried to cover. "Watch out, this floor is really slick…"
"Lie. I can tell, you know. I have really good hearing. I can tell even now your heart's about to leap outta your body. It hasn't pounded like that since you first saw me on the Circuit Platform." Derek challenged.
"Well aren't we full of ourselves?! No one has hearing like that, and, in addition, the Circuit kinda scares me. Getting transported around like that, willy-nilly! I like my molecules in the exact arrangement that they are currently in, thank you very much!" Stiles lamely argued.
"Lie, and lie," Derek mocked. "Really Stiles, what kind of relationship are we gonna have if you keep lying to me?"
"I'm not lying, well not totally..." Stiles supplied. He removed the collar's clasp, and presented it to Derek. Written inside were the words "John Loves Claudia."
Derek carefully handed the precious item back. He took special care to touch only the chrome collar and not the sterling silver symbol. "No numbers? They didn't feel the need to use their numerical designations and identifiers…"
After a pause, "I saw things when I was connected to the Computer. Things I don't think anyone is supposed to know. Everything about this place is a lie, Derek. The computer is damaged, corrupt. I don't know exactly how to explain it to you…"
They entered the main plaza, the one that lead to Carousel. Derek stopped and put his arms around Stiles from behind. "I know what you mean. This, all of this, makes me so sad. It's not the way things are supposed to be. It can't be. It just can't."
"So did you really hear my heartbeat back there in your quarters?" Stiles asked.
"Yup. And yours wasn't the only one that was pounding. There was no way I was going to press that button. I just wanted to gauge your reaction." Derek explained.
"What does all this mean Derek? Why us? Why now?!" Stiles asked.
"I don't know, Stiles. But what I do know is that seven years is not going to be enough time with you." Derek said nuzzling his neck.
And then, there below the huge red crystal, the two shared their very first kiss. The Lifeclock beat above them, like a heart. And just like a real heart, each beat meant one less moment left. Perfect moments cannot last, and soon the two were swept up in the crowd exiting the deadly spectacle of Carousel.
A very strange exchange happened soon afterwards, as they were walking through the mall's multi-storied promenade on the way to the restaurant. By the huge statue of a revolving mirrored hand, they spotted a handsome blond who seemed to stick out in the crowd. It wasn't just his looks alone that made him stand out from the milling crowd; it was something neither of them could quite put their finger on. He moved like smoke, melting in and out of the crowd. His moves were almost feline, and would have been predatory if not for the bright smile on his sculpted face. Derek and Stiles saw him first, but as soon as he noticed them, he froze like a bargain computer program. It passed quickly and almost inperceivably. He approached them tentatively, as if he didn't want to scare them away. He defers to Derek, and then on the pretense of complimenting Stiles' collar, he leans in very closely, invading his personal space.
"My name is Isaac, Isaac 6. And this, this is beautiful." The charm virtually pours from him. "The collar's nice too…" Isaac says with a wink and a smirk at both of them. Stiles turns bright red at the overt attention. Stiles felt Derek pull him in closer to his chest, with a whispered but emphatic "Mine!" …and was that a growl he just heard?
Isaac, for his part, just smiles brightly at the two citizens, then dissolves back into the shifting crowd.
"Wha..What was that all about?! Ex-boyfriend, Derek?" Stiles stammers.
"I've never seen him before, I swear!" Derek explains, just as puzzled.
"Well he sure as hell looked like he knew you! What was with the bow? He did everything but curtsy to you…" Stiles added.
"I know this will sound strange, but I think he might have been like me ~ a werewolf." Derek said, still puzzled.
"And what was with the accent…and that scarf?" Stiles asked perplexed.
"I don't know, maybe he's from one of the other domes." Derek supplied.
"Did he sniff me?! I definitely felt some sniffage going on back there… What, do I put out a werewolf pheromone that's like catnip to you guys!?" Stiles was flailing ~ completely failing at staying calm.
"Oh, you have no idea, babe. Um, did you say something about a cat, Stiles?!" Derek asked, looking around hopefully.
"Oh my God, Really!? Oh, Never Mind!" Stiles said shaking his head.
Author's Note: Hope you guys are enjoying this fluffy little crossover.J It's chock-full of little homages to the books, the movie, and the short-lived TV series. For instance, Derek mentions that they might be on the Moon. Sanctuary IS on the moon in the original book. I'm really hoping this story is NOT too obscure for all you wonderful readers out there. And, If I have made just ONE person want to go back and read the groundbreaking novel or watch the movie, then I have been successful! I've always loved this movie and hope there are still many out there who feel the same way.
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Stay tuned, Chapter Two gets into some real sexy times for our new couple, and also the introduction of Sandman Scott. FYI, This story will be under five chapters.
Abut the Artwork: This was a wonderful cartoon that I found on the web, and adjusted it drastically to fit the premise. If this is your artwork, and you object to it being used here, just let me know and it will happily be removed or adjusted.
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