Sterek

By: ButtWhyThough

Chapter 1

"Stiles, come on we're gonna be late…" Stiles had been fumbling with his tie in front of the mirror for the past ten minutes, tying and un-tying the same knot trying to make himself presentable for his date but couldn't seem to get it right. He had been waiting for this night since the 3rd grade, the night that he got to take Lydia Martin to the Senior Prom, but as usual reality didn't quite live up to his expectations. He didn't get to pick her up in a long black limousine, wearing a brand new fitted tux with a huge bouquet of flowers, instead she met him at his house where they would drive to the prom in Stiles' trusty blue jeep, Stiles wearing one of the Sheriffs old suits with the sleeves of the jacket rolled up enough to see the tips of his fingers, and Lydia in a gorgeous blue dress that almost match the color of Stiles' Jeep and a corsage that she bought herself to make sure Stiles wouldn't choose a color that would clash with her dress. Which was probably for the best seeing how Stiles couldn't tell the difference between Sky Blue and Robin Egg Blue. But neither of them cared about any of that because they were going together.

Stiles started down the stairs with a look of defeat painted on his face with his tie draped across one shoulder. Lydia watched as Stiles finished his decent down the stair case tripping on the last step and catching himself on his father's shoulder, a smile ran across her face as she positioned him, arm's length from her face and playfully tore the tie from his shoulder. She smirked and mumbled something to herself but it was too low for Stiles to hear and she effortlessly tied a perfect Windsor knot stepping back to admire her handy work. The sheriff quickly snapped a few pictures and then they were on their way to what was supposed to be the best night of their adolescents.

When they arrived at the school Scott and Alison were waiting for them at the door. Scott was wearing one of his dads suites too but unlike Stiles and the Sheriff, Scott and his dad were relatively the same size so you wouldn't know it wasn't his suit unless he told you. Scott yelled across the parking lot at Stiles and Lydia "Alright… Now we can start. The packs all hear!" a quick rush of sadness washed over Stiles, all except Derek, he thought, but didn't know why he was thinking about Derek especially now, and more importantly why he got sad when he thought about him, I mean I don't miss him. How could I he's a complete ass? Not to mention that he left me—us 6 months ago and we haven't heard from him since, and— Stiles was torn away from his train of thought when his foot struck the curb and sent him face first into the side walk. Scott had already run out to the parking lot by the time Stiles sat up with his hands cupped around his face witch was now completely red partly because of the abrasion left on his cheek from where he hit the pavement but mostly out of embarrassment. When he pulled his hands away from his face he saw Scott, Alison, and Lydia all kneeling down to see if he was all right. He was, except for the overwhelming embarrassment. Scott held out his hand to help Stiles up be he ignored it and pushed himself off the floor and began patting himself off when he noticed a huge hole in the knee of his dad's suit. "Well that's just great" Lydia looked at him and spoke with complete sincerity "Do you want to go back to the house to change?"

"Yea, I guess I have to. I should have just packed a second suit for myself in the Jeep. I should have known I would do something stupid like this."

"I can go with—" Stiles cut her off knowing that she was going to offer to go home with him and waist half the night waiting on Stiles because of his own spastic clumsiness.

"No—You stay here with Scott and Alison, and I'll be back as soon as I can." He gently kissed her on the cheek and turned to Scott " So buddy you think you can handle the Banshee and the Huntress till I get back?" the corner of his lips curved upwards into a smirk and he flashed his scarlet wolf eyes

"Sure no problem, and if Lydia gets to be too much I can always call Jackson up to come and help me out…" Stiles cocked his head and peered at the werewolf

"Not funny dude" and with that the boy ran back to his car starting it on the second try which drew a loud growl from the hood of the jeep, and the boy was on his way.

Stiles swung into his driveway and jumped out of the door leaving the keys in the ignition and began to run up the sidewalk then stopped abruptly realizing that his father had already left for work meaning the door would be locked. He turned around and headed back towards the still running jeep and yanked the keys out and silencing the roaring engine. He proceeded back up the sidewalk this time fumbling with the keys in his hands trying to find the right one before he got to the door. For the first time all night Stiles thought that things were actually going his way when he unlocked the door on the first try. The boy flung the door open and jumped at the loud THUD that followed from the handle hitting the wall behind the door. When he got inside he slammed the door shut behind him and threw is keys on the entry table out of habit. He looked at the clock on the wall on his way up the stairs and began to slow down when he noticed that he had made it home in five minutes when it usually took him close to ten. His pace changed from a sprint to a fast walk as he finished up the stairs, his belt was already off and lying the landing when he reached the top step. As he started towards his room his hands had made it to his waist and he was fighting to unlatch his torn pants. When he reached his door he was finally able to maneuver the button open and pushed his bedroom door open and shuffled in. He was starting to wiggle out of the pants when heard a voice from the chair in the corner of his room

" Wow I knew Beacon Hills had some budget cuts but surely they can afford a prom that's longer than 15 minutes." Stiles turned to see who was talking but could only see a dark shadow that had gone from sitting to standing. Dad? He thought to himself, but he knew that wasn't his father's voice. The voice was familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't Scott or Isaac either the voice was rough, deep, stern, and well attractive—wait what are doing Stiles confront him. "How are you? What are you doing here?" the shadow began to stride towards the middle of the room where the moonlight shown through the window, bright enough to make out the features of the creatures face, but it stopped at the edge of the darkness. After a second Stiles could only tell for sure that it wasn't an it, it was a he but the boy still couldn't make out who it was until the man flashed his beautiful glowing blue eyes. Without thinking Stiles heard himself say the man's name

"Derek?" he heard the pathetic hope and longing in his own voice but he didn't care. The werewolf stepped into the moonlight, his eyes still glowing like sapphires. The moonlight kissed the man's face and Stiles was able to make out every feature in his face. It was him. It was Derek Hale.