What's up all? Well this is the result of my breakup with my former boyfriend of five years. Sterek sorta angst. Specifically of the Pokemon variety. It's titled Fateful Encounter for a reason. Fateful Encounter Pokemon such as Celebi, Mew, Victini and Zoroark were what I was semi obsessing over a few weeks ago. Anyway, yeah so this is partly Pokemon inspired and the fact that I just broke up with my ex of five years. I don't feel like going into full details about it but it wasn't a nasty break I was just feeling like utter crap and this was the product. This is also my first Sterek fic and it is a two shot. Don't let the M rating fool you there will be yaoi in the second half. Anyway, this is mildly OOC as Stiles is a bit more emo than I wanted and Derek is a little more sappy. Also a touch AU as I left Boyd and Erica alive, Jackson stuck around, and Scott's an alpha in training. This is also before the start of Season 3 so there's no alpha pack.

"Lets see...level fifty. Species; Zoroark. 'Met at a fateful encounter.' Nature: Lonely. Ability: Copycat. Moveset: Shadow Claw, Giga Impact, Howl, Shadow Ball." Seventeen year old Stiles Stilinzki grinned widely as he waited in his faded blue jeep for his best friend Scott Mccall. He had finally managed to get his hands on a Fateful Encounter Zoroark in his copy of Pokèmon: Black Version. Said jeep was parked in front of the burned out home of Derek Hale. Stiles paused for a minute in his smiling as he tried to think of a name for his little digital dark wolf. After thinking it over he decides on a name and types it in, smiling like a loon before saving and turning off his 3DS and stashing it in the glove box as Scott emerged from the house. "All the wolfie business taken care of?" He asked, starting up the jeep.

"Yeah. No news for the summer. Derek just wants me to come by every now and then to train." Scott said.

"Awesome. So am I dropping you off at your place?" He asked. He wanted to play with his new Zoroark more but Scott didn't know about his devout addiction to what most called a "Kid's game" so he never told Scott he owned the game and he rarely let him come over when there weren't wolf related things involved.

"Just drop me off at the hospital. I'm gonna see my mom and then head home." He said.

After dropping Scott off, Stiles retrieved his coveted game and raced up the stairs as it loaded, grinning like a kid in a candy store when his save booted up in the Pokè Mart in Casteila City. He checked his party which consisted of a level 82 Samurott, a level 75 Zebstrika, a level 77 Darmanitan, his brand new Zoroark and a level 80 Reshiram. He decided to power level his newest teammate and headed into the grass to fight. He was so wrapped up in his game that by the time he had gotten his dark wolf to level 69, it was after one A.M.. He yawned and swivled around in his desk chair to get up when he noticed Derek standing in the corner of his room. Normally this wouldn't freak him out but it was after one and so he jumped in fear, his 3DS slipping from his fingers. Before he could even freak out, Derek caught the bright baby blue console and smirked at its owner.

"You still play Pokèmon?" He asked, the younger boy's cheeks turning red in embarrassment. Derek sat back on the bed and scanned the game. He clicked on the trainer's, whose name was Stiles, party and smirked more when his eyes fell on the event Pokèmon in the first slot. "Really? So I'm a Zoroark now?" Derek asked, making Stiles blush more.

"S-shut up! You're not the only person in the world named Derek you know." The human said in his defense.

"Oh so if I'm not the Derek your little friend here is named after then you won't mind if I reset this game?" The wolf teased.

"No don't! Please!" Derek held him back with one arm as he tried to grab his beloved game. Fear filled his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of having to start over. He had gotten very attached to his Pokèmon, digital or not, and his heart would be crushed if something happened to them. "P-please Derek. Just give me my DS back. Please." He pleaded, knowing he was too weak to even fathom fighting off the wolf. While Derek enjoyed torturing Stiles, as the boy was human and knew he couldn't fight back, seeing his, play toy (?), so upset over a game tugged at his heart. With a sigh he gave the shorter brunette back the DS. His heart nearly broke as Stiles checked his party, saved, checked the Pokèmon twice more and saved again before hugging the DS to his chest, tears clinging to his eyes as he did. Was the boy that lonely and left out that he had to turn to virtual creatures for comfort? Derek felt like a jerk. He only messed around with Stiles. The threats were always in good fun. At least he thought they were. He never meant to make the boy cry.

"Hey, Stiles are you alright?" He asked gently, shocking the teen back into the real world where he rubbed furiously at his eyes and placed the DS somewhere safe.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine..." he said. "Just go home please." Deciding not to bother the boy anymore than he already had Derek nodded and left. As soon as he was gone, Stiles picked up his DS and shoved his Zoroark into the deepest PC box before saving.

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Three and a half weeks had passed since the incident and Stiles avoided Derek and using his Zoroark like the plague. He didn't want to think about losing the only other friends he had since everyone else aside from Scott hated his guts. And even then Scott was rarely around to be of any comfort. So it was just Stiles and his Pokèmon. Not that it made any difference It had always been Stiles and his Pokèmon. His dad was the Sheriff and his mom had died when he was young. He should have been used to being alone. A few tears slipped down his cheeks. He hated being alone. He wanted what everyone else had. He wanted what Scott had wether or not he admitted it. He wanted a pack. More tears slid free until he was fully sobbing and unaware that Derek had climbed into his room until the older man was gently trying to calm him. Immediately Stiles wiped at his eyes and tried to put on a straight face but Derek sawright through it. The older wolf gently wiped away the tears and forced Stiles to sit the DS down on the desk before lifting him up like a child and carrying him over to the bed.

"Derek, wha?" Derek gently shushed him, and kissed him softly.

"I'm sorry." The wolf said gently. Stiles blushed a bit. Derek was never this gentle or nice to him. In fact as far as he knew Derek took great pleasure in causing him pain and misery.

"What do you have to be sorry about?" He asked. "Its not like you did anything." Derek sighed.

"You and I both know that's not true Stiles." He said firmly. Stiles looked away. Great, not only did Derek now know he loved Pokèmon like a seven year old, he knew he cried like a baby when he was alone.

"Is there a real reason you're here? Aside from making fun of me some more?" He asked, bitterly. "Maybe you wanna threaten to rip my throat out or tell everyone I play Pokèmon? Or that I begged you not to do anything to my game? As if you already didn't." Derek felt his heart sink.

"Stiles I didn't tell anyone that." He said. Stiles simply scoffed in disbelief.

"Whatever you say Derek. Why don't you go bug Scott? At least he can be of use to you."

"I came to see you Stiles, why is that so hard for you to understand?" He asked.

"Yeah right! You and I both know you want nothing to do with me!" Stiles yelled, feeling bold. He didn't care that Derek could kick his ass all up and down Beacon Hills, he just wanted the wolf to go away. "You hate me just like everyone else does." He spat. Derek was in shock. Did he really feel like that?

"Stiles-"

"Derek just go away."

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Another two weeks went by before Stiles could even look at his Zoroark. And even then he never sent it into battle. It was like a blow to his heart every time he saw it but he couldn't bear to release it. So he stuffed it back into its PC box. He hadn't seen much of Derek, which was more a curse than a blessing to him, and that only served to further depress the seventeen year old. He put on a happy face for Scott though, despite the internal pain he felt inside. He didn't want to burden his only friend with his troubles for fear even Scott might turn on him. But when he was alone, that's when the pain seeped out through the gaping hole that used to be his heart. The only thing that helped him cope was crushing every trainer in the Unova region and even then that didn't fully heal him. Real or not he knew his Pokèmon loved him, but their love wasn't enough. He wanted the love of one person, but that love would never come. Stiles had stayed up late, power leveling a shiny team to crush the Unova Elite Four with when he heard his window slide up. He turned and his eyes widened in shock.

"Derek? What are you doing here? Do you realize its nearly two in the morning?" He asked the alpha.

"Honestly, I should be asking you the same thing." He said, brushing himself off after climbing into the room. He frowned a little when he could see Stiles' party, lacking one Pokèmon. "What happened to your Zoroark?" He asked. Stiles quickly closed the top of his DS and looked away.

"Why do you care?" He asked back. Derek frowned more.

"Stiles." Before he could continue, the shorter brunette stood up.

"No seriously, since when did you give a damn about me? You're always threatening to kill me, you never listen to me, hell you don't even like me!" He said. He gave a bitter laugh. "You're just like everyone else."

Derek sighed. "Stiles look. I don't hate you." He said. Stiles simply scoffed. "I'm serious. What do I have to do to prove that to you?" Stiles just stayed silent. Even if Derek cared about him there was only one way for him to care, and it wasn't the way Stiles wanted or needed him to. The alpha growled, the silence was killing him and it was clear Stiles needed something. He grabbed the boy by his arms and forced him to look at him, brown eyes searching empty, hurt filled hazel orbs.

"What do you want me to do Stiles?" He asked again, his voice so soft and gentle it felt like the smoothest silk to Stiles' ears.

"I want you to kiss me." He whispered softly, but loud enough for Derek to hear. Without hesitation, the alpha lowered his lips to Stiles', moaning softly at how plump and full they were. He pulled away from the blushing human and kissed him gently on the forehead, cupping his face in his strong, warm hands. Stiles felt like he could die from happiness right then and there. If he was dreaming he did not want to wake up. But he wasn't. He was awake. With Derek Hale, the werewolf who threatened him with bodily harm and broke into his house on a daily basis. He had just been kissed by the man who appeared to him and Scott out of nowhere that fateful winter day a year and a half ago. "Met at a Fateful Encounter." Derek murmured against his forehead. Stiles blushed harder, that was the reason he named his Zoroark Derek. Like their real world counter parts, they too met at a fateful encounter. It was like they were meant to be as well. Derek smiled and tilted his fragile little human's face up. "I'm sorry." He said softly. "You don't have to feel alone anymore. I will always be here for you. Real world or otherwise." And for the first time in what felt like forever, Stiles cried, not tears of pain or loneliness, but tears of happiness and love. "I love you Stiles. And I'm never going to leave your side. I'm yours until you let me go."

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A week later Stiles was back to the happy, sarcastic loon everyone knew and most hated. Except for Derek and Scott. When the pair told the alpha in training about their newfound relationship and Stiles confesses his love of Pokèmon, Scott practically exploded in joy. He had a suspicion Stiles wasn't quite himself not to mention he wasn't the best at hiding things and he kept forgetting Scott now had superhuman hearing and if he wanted to he could listen to him play Pokèmon all night long. Aside from that he was happy that they were happy. Derek had even gone out and bought a 3DS of his own with a copy of Pokèmon: White Version. When he wasn't busy chewing Erica out or training Boyd and Isaac, he played the game with Stiles' help. He even managed to get his hands on a rare Pokèmon; a Fateful Encounter Victini.

"Alright, level fourty, Species: Victini, 'Met at a Fateful Encounter', Nature: Quirky, Ability: Victory Star, Moveset: V-create, Fusion Flare, Fusion Bolt, and Searing Shot." Derek read off the screen.

"Got a name for him?" Stiles asked.

"Of course I do." The alpha scoffed, typing in the name and smirking at his boyfriend.

"You...named it after me?" He asked.

"Well its only fair, you named your Fateful Encounter Pokèmon after me." He said. Stiles hugged him.

"Thanks Derek."

"Any time Stiles." The human pecked the wolf on the cheek before proceeding to utterly thrash the wolf in a WiFi battle.

End of part one. Part two has the lemon. I hope you liked this so far. I had some fun writing it and I got a little sad because I was making Stiles sad.