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Prompt: "Derek and Stiles in a play together. The others can be in it too, but Derek and Stiles are the focus ." This one is for my best friend Dances-like-flames, so guys if you want me to prompt me please do go ahead. : )
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Chapter 1: Backstage
"I don't think I've ever seen Jackson so pissed," Stiles muttered to his side.
Scott slid down lower in his seat and used the script in his hands to cover his face. "I didn't know I'd get the lead! I don't want to kiss Lydia! I just did it to impress Allison!"
"Be careful he's your understudy all he has to do is seriously injure you to get the role, but knowing it's Jackson he's going to kill you." The shaggy haired teen whirled around to look at best friend, pale faced and wide eyed. Stiles grinned and patted him on the shoulder. "Try not die."
"Wait! Where are you going?!" Scott latched on to Stiles' sleeve.
"Home, I didn't audition man, no way I'm staying."
"You can't leave me!" Scott said hysterically.
"I am." Oh no, if Stiles left Jackson would actually kill him! He needed to have Stiles here, he was the only reason he'd passed the audition! His eyes darted around frantically there had to be way to make him stay. His eyes landed on Laura and he smiled. Stiles blinked. "Why are you smiling like that? Scott? I don't like the look on your face."
"Laura!" She came towards them, Stiles frowned. What was Scott planning? "Do you need any more backstage crew members? Because Stiles would love to help."
"Wha–"
Laura smiled. "We do. I was just about to go down to the office to ask them to make an announcement tomorrow morning, you made things so much easier, thanks!"
Scott smiled sweetly. "No, I should be the one thanking you. So, thank you Laura."
"Hey! I didn't even agree to this!"
She turned to look at Stiles. "Do you have anything to do afterschool?"
"Well no."
"Any prior commitments?"
"No."
"Dates?"
Okay was she mocking him now? Stiles scowled. "No."
Laura narrowed her eyes. "Then you're helping me."
Stiles let out a snort and crossed his arms over his chest. "Really why?"
She wrapped her hand around his arm and pulled him closer to her. "Because I asked nicely." Stiles winced, wow she had a strong grip. "Don't make me ask you again," she said darkly. He swallowed, he forgot one of the most important things about Laura Hale, just like Lydia Martin you didn't say no to her. Laura smiled and pulled him along.
"Damn you Scott! I'll get you back for this!"
Scott smiled and waved them off. "Have fun!"
-.-.-.-.-.-
"Okay you're going to work with Derek, now try not to get injured or take the set down. Really don't take the set down or I will kill you." She turned to look at her brother gave him a pointed look.
Derek scowled. "I didn't ask for this Laura."
"I don't care, you have a chance, take it." She turned and walked away, the white words on the back of her shirt were curse. Stage Crew.
And now he was stuck with the ever silent scowling Hale, did he mention the silent part? He turned to look at Derek who glared down at the floor like he wanted to burn a hole right through the wood. "So what position do you want me in?"
He jerked his head over to Stiles. "What?"
Stiles shrugged. "What do you want me to do?"
"Can't you phrase it better?"
"What did I say?"
"Just try not to impale yourself or trip and take down anything," Derek muttered as he went back to hammering something. Stiles glanced around what he supposed to do? He picked up a roller and spun it idly in his hand.
"You need any help?"
Derek glanced up at him and quickly looked back down at the unfinished piece of wood. "Grab another hammer." Stiles nodded and went to go look for one, he came back a few seconds later with a hammer, he settled down next to Derek. "Try not to nail yourself okay?"
"I can handle a hammer." He doubtfully stared at Stiles. "I can! I totally can!" Derek let out a snort and shifted over so Stiles could get comfortable.
"Just hammer down all of the nails, we don't want them to snag on anyone."
"Okay." Stiles lifted the hammer high, Derek immediately grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Not like that." He gently lowered Stiles' arm down and hit the nail. "Like that okay?" Stiles nodded. "Stiles seriously don't hurt yourself."
"I won't," he grumbled as he brought the hammer down on another nail.
Derek watched for a few more seconds before he was satisfied and turned to work on his portion. Maybe Stiles wouldn't actu–
"Son of a–!"
And he would. Derek quickly turned to look at Stiles and grabbed his steadily reddening finger. "I just told you not to!"
Stiles' eyes watered. "It's not like I wanted to do it!"
Derek inspected the finger, touching it lightly. "You're okay, it's not bad."
"It hurts!"
"I know it does, but you'll be okay in a few minutes alright?" Stiles cradled his finger to his chest and glared down at the evil hammer.
"Stupid hammer."
He let out a snort and got up.
Stiles blew on his finger, what if he'd broken his finger? He wouldn't be able to type properly! No! Oh shit, his dad wasn't going to let him live this down! This was all Scott's fault! He let out a scream as something wet and cold touched the back of his neck. Stiles whirled around and clasped his neck. Derek smiled and held up a plastic bag filled with ice, he tossed it at Stiles and went back to work. Stiles looked down at the packet and then looked back at Derek, he smiled. "Thanks Derek." He wrapped the bag around his finger. Derek smiled and continued to hammer.
-.-.-.-.-.-
"So you really don't look like the type of guy to be on the stage crew."
Derek stopped painting and looked up at Stiles, he frowned. "What?"
Stiles dipped his brush in the paint and carefully applied it to the cardboard. "I mean you're the captain of the baseball, lacrosse, and swim team, I really didn't expect you to be here."
"I didn't originally want to be here," he muttered as focused back on painting the cloud.
"Laura?"
"Laura."
"So why do you continue to help out?"
Derek tilted his head towards the stage, Stiles followed his gaze. Scott wiped his forehead and brought the script closer to himself, his brow furrowed down as he intently read, his mouth silently moving as he read next to him Lydia sat perched on a crate box flipping through her script nonchalantly, Allison sat next to her, her hair cascading over face as she chewed on her nail reading the page. Hell even Jackson looked serious and he wasn't even in the play! "They take it seriously, I've seen so many people work so hard to make this happen, I owe to them to take this seriously."
"I didn't think of it like that." He went back painting. Stiles slowly smiled. "But that's really sweet Derek. Honestly it's very sweet." Derek didn't look up, but the tips of his ears turned red. Stiles smiled even more and went back work.
A few seconds later Derek let out a choked noise, Stiles quickly looked up, worried and frowned when he found Derek's steadily reddening face staring horrified behind his shoulder. He turned and looked behind, Erica's red lips pulled back into a smirk and she winked at him. Boyd rolled his eyes and dragged her away, Isaac helplessly shrugged back at them. Stiles turned to look back at Derek who refused to meet his gaze, he spared another glance over his shoulder confused.
What?
-.-.-.-.-.-
A few hours later Scott wandered by and Stiles sighed. "Scott?"
The shaggy haired teen paused. "Yeah?"
"Did Jackson give you that drink?"
Scott smiled. "Yeah! He did, isn't he nice!"
Stiles rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Danny!" The teen looked up from his soundboard. "Is Jackson trying to poison Scott?"
"Yup."
He turned to look at friend exasperated. "Spill it."
"But–"
"Spill it Scott." Scott frowned and went to do as he was told. "And don't take anything from Jackson!" Stiles called out. He shook his head turned to look at Derek who stared at him oddly. "Jackson doesn't want Scott's lips near his girlfriend."
"That makes sense."
"This school is really fucked up if that actually makes sense."
Derek shrugged. "It has to be if it allows Harris to actually continue teaching, Coach I forgive because you have to admit he makes school enjoyable."
Stiles let out a laugh and shook his head. "I wish I'd talked to you earlier, seriously Derek you're pretty funny and a really nice guy." He smiled and bumped his shoulder against him. "But we're going to change that right?"
He smiled in response, his ears turning red again. "Yeah we are."
-.-.-.-.-.-
Scott bit his lip. "You aren't mad at me for making you help out with the play are you?" he questioned hesitantly.
"Nope."
The shaggy haired teen blinked astonished. "Really?"
"Yup," Stiles said as he shoved a mouthful of fries into his mouth.
"Why?"
"Because it's not a bad thing." Stiles shrugged. "I'm liking it, it's really fun and I like working with Derek, he's really nice, funny and he's a really sweet guy."
Scott's expression slowly melted into a soft smile. "That's good."
"Plus seeing you in the those tights is so worth it, you have no idea how much I enjoy that."
"Stiles!"
"I'm going to totally take blackmail pictures!"
Scott's mouth fell open. "Stiles!"
He grinned and sipped his drink, oh he was definitely going to get even. Just because he was having fun didn't mean Scott would get off so easy for his little stunt.
-.-.-.-.-.-
"Stiles!"
"Wha–" He let out a grunt as he was pushed to the floor. Stiles quickly opened his eyes. Derek towered over him, covering him with his body. Behind him, where he had been standing a few seconds ago, one of the stage props that had been hanging in the air had dropped. Stiles swallowed, his heart rapidly beat in his ears, he tightened his grip on Derek's shirt and slowly turned to looked back at Derek. His stomach dropped, there, on Derek's head, was a gash that sluggishly bleed. "D–Derek?" he questioned shakily.
Derek opened his eyes and offered Stiles a smile, and shit. He is so screwed because his stomach actually fluttered. Holy shit. He might be a little in love with Derek Hale. As he stares into Derek's eyes and sees that beautiful green and that gorgeous smile, he so screwed, he's a little more than in love with Derek Hale. Suddenly there are people crowding them and Derek disappears into the crowd. Suddenly Scott and Allison are there looking increasingly worried, Scott quickly clutches his best friend and hugs him tightly.
Stiles slow blinked. "I think I'm in love with Derek."
Scott let out go and pulled back. "Okay?" he turned to look at Allison. "He didn't hit his head right?"
He scowled at hit his friend. "Seriously I think I'm in love with Derek."
"Oh." Scott smiled. "Awesome! But you're okay right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay Scott, don't worry." Scott hugged his friend again tightly, Stiles patted his friend's back. "I'm more than okay."
-.-.-.-.-.-
"Hey."
Derek turned and smiled. "Hey," he said softly.
Stiles sat down next to him and looked at his forehead. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm okay, it looked worse than it really was. How about you are you okay?" Derek frowned and quickly scanned Stiles' face.
"I'm fine. Don't worry I'm okay."
"Good."
"It was technical error, at least it rules out foul play. Laura's chewing out the ones who were in charge of securing the props."
Derek let out a snort. "She's going to make them have nightmares, people are going to think twice before signing up for stage crew again. Wait," he frowned, "foul play?"
Stiles shrugged. "I originally thought it was Jackson trying to take Scott out again."
"Jackson isn't that bad."
He dubiously stared at Derek. "He locked Scott in supply closet, tried to body check during practice and then threatened him, all of this happened just this week."
"...Okay maybe he is that bad, but Jackson has limits and he wouldn't kill Scott or seriously injure, he'd go for a sprain or a twisted ankle, maybe a bruise, but not anything serious. Trust me, no one would ever want to kill Scott. He does a well enough job himself," Derek muttered.
Stiles smiled and fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. "Can I?" He brought his hand up and waved it in Derek's general direction. He smiled softly and leaned closer. Stiles slowly reached up and let his fingers hover over the wound. "Are really okay?"
"I'm fine, Stiles. I swear. They slapped a bandage on me and told me to go back to work, I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yes."
He bit his lip and let his fingers cup Derek's cheek, Stiles quickly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Derek's lips and just as fast leaned back. Derek blinked slowly. "Um I'm just going to–yeah hide under Scott's bed for an indefinite amount of time, bye!"
Derek quickly grabbed Stiles arm and pulled him, Stiles let out a squawk and fell straight into Derek's lap, "What was that?"
"I think you make have hit your head hard."
"Stiles."
"You might want to go to the hospital to get it checked out."
"Stiles." Derek tightened his hold in warning.
"Okay! I may have kissed you."
Derek narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
"..."
"Say that again?"
Stiles grumbled. '"Because I like you. Okay not let me go so I be mortified in a place where you aren't." He wiggled trying to get Derek to let go. "I can't be mortified in peace until you let me go!" Derek let out a laugh and spun Stiles so he faced him. "Dude I said–" and kissed him. Stiles blinked. Oh. After a few seconds Stiles threaded his fingers through Derek's hair and kissed him back. Derek's fingers edged underneath his shirt and Stiles tightened his grip on Derek's hair.
"My eyes!" They quickly pulled apart and turned to look behind them. Scott covered his eyes, his face red.
Jackson wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "I don't need to see Stilinski getting freaky. Ever."
Erica leered lewdly next to her Boyd raised his eyebrow, Isaac covered his mouth hiding his laughter, while Allison smiled, Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. But the worst was the fact that Derek's sister, Laura Hale had seen them.
"Finally baby brother you made your move I see," Laura said amused.
"I see you took my advice of making out in the backroom, nice one Derek!" Erica cat called.
Stiles let out a groan and buried his head into Derek's chest. He was never going to live this down. From the sounds of things, so wasn't Derek.
-.-.-.-.-.-
Stiles grinned as Scott delivered his last line and the curtain fell. Instantly Scott found himself with a arm full of Allison Argent and a mouthful it seemed. He let out a laugh as Scott's eyes bulged and his arms flapped up and down, that was a face he'd never forget. And the picture on his phone would help him remember. Arms wrapped around his stomach and Derek settled his head over Stiles' shoulder, he kissed Stiles' neck and watched the cast take a bow. "You have to admit it was a pretty good play."
He hummed. "It was, plus Scott got the girl and you got your man."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Don't ruin this moment, come on let's get to Scott before he has an asthma attack. I really want this year to be the year where don't have to call an ambulance."
"We should hurry then, I think Scott's turning blue."
Wow it's been awhile but I hope I haven't lost you all, I feel so out of it XD tell me what you think? Whether or not I've lost.
