Elevator Fate
Summary: Derek Hale is a sexy billionaire. Stiles is, well, not doing so bad himself but is still his geeky self. Join Stiles as they overcome their lack of social skills, fears, insecurity and constant rambling, and turn their odd relationship into something more, hopefully. Slash M/M AU. All human.
I know I should be working on my HP fic, but whatever. I had this thing running in my head. I fell in love with this couple and well I had this idea… and here I am. Rambling.
It's going to be all Stiles POV, first person.
And yeah is a Slash, so if you hate m/m Don't read it! (I hate when people complain about gay/lesbian fics. It's love. Stop the hate.)
That said, to the fic.
#$
I walked into the building not really knowing what to do. Looking around I could see people rushing in and out of elevators dressed flawlessly in dark suits and skirts, contrasting with my Green Hornet t-shirt and converse. A couple of them bumped into me and looked; some smiled, others puffed and rare ones apologized.
Pulling my backpack closer I thought that I probably looked like one of those tv geeks; hell, to be honest, I was a geek. No shame in that, but I was proud to say I was the coolest geek ever, they just didn't know me that well.
As I walked out of the elevator on the 27th floor, I spotted a blonde talking intensively to someone on the phone.
"I swear to God Marc that if you don't get me those papers here in 10 minutes I will personally rip your throat out, with my teeth!" her face red from all the screaming.
"A fan of Alpha Packs I see" I said approaching her desk. A huge logo of ScKi Computer Entertainment was hanging from the wall at her back. I smiled looking at it.
"Can I help you?" She said raising a perfectly formed eyebrow. Looking at her closely she was very hot, she had the whole 'don't fuck with me look going on' and, let me tell you, it was totally working.
"yeah well, urmm" clearing my throat "I'm looking for Scott?" more like a question than a statement "I mean I didn't really tell him I was coming. Shit I didn't even call. Maybe I can call now; I think I have my phone somewhere in my backpack. Or maybe he's just busy, I mean I wasn't supposed to come today, I just, well decided that since I wasn't really doing anything yet and I still don't have internet. Can you believe that I paid for my internet connection like 3 days ago and still no internet? I've been surviving on my hotspot, which is totally pathetic." I stopped looking for my phone for a second to see that she was watching me like I was crazy or something. She seemed to be contemplating whether or not calling security.
"Sorry I tend to ramble. It's not contagious". I gave her one of my warmest smile; pretty sure it would just turn out to be a creepy.
"Truly hope not," bitchiest tone ever heard by my not so virgin ears. "but since your kind of cute, in your whole nerdy hipster way, I will hear the story of whatever crazy game you invented and came here to sell." She smiled at me and had this 'I'm totally going to eat and lick every inch of your body' look. Talk about bipolar! This chic was crazy!
"uhm I, well, I"
"Stiles!" I turned around finding Scott screaming my name with his trademark smile; he was coming my way; a little jump on his steps when he was getting closer.
"Are you actually skipping? Dude." I couldn't contain my laugh.
"Whatever. Just glad you're here"
He gave me one of those manly side hugs and then looked at the girl at the front desk and smiled. I noticed she now had a genuine smile on her face too. Forget bipolar this chick was a total psycho.
"I'm so glad you're here man. I missed you." Cue sweet puppy face.
"Dude, you're totally embarrassing me or yourself, whichever."
"Oh come on, it's only Erica. You don't mind Erica, right?"
"No, I don't care boss, whatever rocks your boat." winking at Scott. Wait, was she implying that Scott and I... what… yuck!.. Disgusting! I mean i was gay and all, but not for Scott! Scott was like a brother to me.
"haha you're so funny" Scott being ironic was like a kid trying to be sexy, it just didn't mix. "This is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski" a grin on his face.
Erica nearly fell of her chair trying to stand up.
"I'm so sorry sir. I didn't know it was you. I didn't even ask for your name! oh my GOD I was totally hitting on you! Please don't fire me." she looked horrified.
"Oh you want my forgiveness now? Cause I totally felt sexually harassed and that is not a conduct we want here" I was enjoying this too much. "Just kidding, relax. You didn't even know who I was, ok. It was nothing. As long as you forget me rambling stupidly a couple of minutes ago, we can call it even."
She smiled brightly at me and nodded.
"Are you done tormenting the employees now?" Scott putting an arm over me shoulders and walking me into the offices.
"Hey, she totally got me first dude, that chick is crazy."
"Yeah, but she's great at her job. You know she's actually programming a bit from the front desk. She's a total multitasker, loyal and excellent at her job."
"But she's creepy."
"She's a little intimidating, I'll give you that. Come on, I got to show you around."
We spent the first part of the morning walking around the office, meeting people, until Scott dropped me off in what was supposed to be my office. It was one of those glass wall Chicago view offices that you usually see in movies, except this one was real and, well, mine.
Walking towards my desk my eyes almost watered. It was, although bigger, a replica of the one I had at home. Scott even put the little pencil mark we did when we were trying to draw the 'Alphas'. Thankfully this chair was a lot more comfortable than the one at home.
We had started the 'Alpha Packs' project when we were back at MIT. Scott and I were both doing our grads in CDO and out of pure impulse we started working on an online game.
Alpha Packs was a multiplayer online role-playing game. You would start being a recently bitten human that would eventually turn into a werewolf. You would then need to learn how to control your wolf, to well, not wolf out every time, learn 'the way of the wolf', as we would call it, and eventually form you're pack. The amount of details were impressive, and obviously the game became a hit, making us multimillionaires. It was rather strange being a multimillionaire at 28. Hell, up till 1 week ago I still lived at home and up till 4 months ago with my dad.
My dad had developed liver cancer just when Alpha Packs made it big and I had two choices: leave or stay. The choice was obvious, so Scott had taken over the company and had told me not to worry about anything, I would work at home, and when everything was... done... and I felt ready, I could join the company.
After a 2 year fight with cancer, my dad passed away. That was 4 months ago. It was time to move on, Scott had said.
So with the help of my other best friend, Lydia, who worked as a Financial VP in one of the largest investment companies of the states, Scott and I opened ScKi. I know, it was a totally crappy chick way of naming a company, Lydia's words; but Scott and I were set on having our names, one way or the other, in the company name. So yeah Sc was for Scott and Ki for Stilinski, it so sounded like a ship, but it wasn't.
Scott, or rather Lydia, had decided that the company was to be located in Chicago. Why? Cause that's where she lives, that's why. And the building, the Hale Business center or Hale Building, as people called it, cause that's where she worked obviously. How the hell we got a floor on this building was way over my comprehension, this was THE building in Chicago.
#$
"Ready to go eat?" Scott popping his head on my office door.
"Yeah, just working on a couple of ideas here."
"Yeah? Can I take a look?" he said entering the office and walking next to me, facing my 3 giant screens.
"So you remember this idea I told you about physical interaction, like having our players have to physically interact and stuff?" turning on my chair and facing Scott.
"Yeah?"
"Well I was thinking we could do it with smarthphones, like an application."
"We already have an app for Alpha Packs Stiles."
"I know, but what about if we needed to, I don't know, physically interact with the packs, the smartphones would be and easy way to get your GPS location and, obviously, of your pack."
"Sounds cool, yeah I mean we could make it like a challenge or something." Scott was moving to one of the little stools I had next to me desk, getting sucked into the idea.
"Yeah. We could make them do missions. Like I don't know, going to a comic book store and looking for an specific line of an specific comic."
"It could be like, uhm, a code for something" Scott added excited.
"Stop it right there Leonard and Sheldon. We are eating and we are eating now!" Lydia's commanding voice coming from the door. An instant smile was on my face, I had not seen her since I arrived, so naturally, in all my Stilinski way, I jumped from my seat and ran to the door hugging her tightly.
"What is it with you two and hugging? You're like needy puppies." Although she was hugging me back.
"Missed you Pink monster" I said letting her go.
"I think I'll change your name from abominable snowman to abominable stick, you're too thin! I don't see you for two weeks and you stop eating?" Her hands on her hips.
"Is this like your funny way of telling me I look good? Cause it's totally working."
#$
"What's the fuss, why aren't they getting into the elevators?"
After having lunch in a nice but not greasy enough restaurant a couples of blocks away, we were maneuvering ourselves between a sea of women that were in front of the elevators without getting in. Ok, so they were not a sea of women per se, but still, a group of maybe 6 to 8 women.
"They are all just crazy chicks, waiting for Derek Hale to come up from the basement parking lot just so they could ride with him" Scott said while Lydia gave the women the nastiest look she could conjure, and let me tell you it was scary!
"He's already in, you idiots! He didn't leave for lunch today. Go. To. Work." She screamed as our elevator door closed.
"That's crazy! Does this happen every day?" I said pressing the button to our floor and Lydia's floor.
"No, just when he's around. He normally comes once a month or every two months, so it's not that bad really." She explained not that interested.
"And who is this Derek dude?" I sincerely had no idea.
Apparently it was the wrong thing to say cause she snapped at me. "Derek, as in Derek Hale? My boss? Owner of this building and owner of Hale Investments and Co.?"
"Oh right Derek Hale." I mean, I think I remember him. Pretty hot dude, broad shoulders, strong jaw line, sun kissed skin.
"Oh right? Oh right? That's all you have to say? The guy is like THE business guru of the century, he is the go to guy. His company is the 3rd in the top fortune 100. Do I need to keep on?"
"Chill, ok. I'm sorry." She was cornering me into the back of the elevator.
"Give him a break Lyds, we live in a totally different world." Scott jumped in trying to calm her.
"We'll you better step out of your little werewolf fantasy world and take a look around." She had calmed down a bit, but just a tiny itsy bit "I'll put it into words you geeks can understand" she was once again looking at me "in your fantasy world Derek Hale would be the Alpha, no wait, wait, wait. He'd be the Alpha of the Alphas! Get it?" She kept looking at me expectantly.
"Wow, that's like… a great name for a new version of Alpha Packs" I said turning to Scott with a grin "The Alpha of the Alphas. Has a nice ring to it."
"Oh fuck off" I could hear the amusement in her voice.
#$
5 weeks later, and I was getting the hang of it.
I had settled in my apartment, content with the fact that I now had internet. It was a nice place not that far from work, 14th floor, big, not too fancy. Obviously Lyds got it for me, I paid, but still, she decorated and all. It kind of looked like something I'd get; I mean, she knows me better than anyone in the world, so no surprise there.
By now I had a routine: I would have breakfast at a coffee shop near work; had lunch every day at a disgusting organic place Lydia and Scott loved; and made sure to have a coffee break at the office lunchroom, where we always had bunch of junk food, sweets and random non healthy snacks. Just to balance, you know?
Today it was 8:30pm and I was still at the office, working on my idea of the Alpha Packs interactions. I usually left around this time, not having much to do back at home. Maybe I needed new friends. Scott was always with Allison, ok, they were married and all, and had a kid and another on the way, but jeez, I barely saw the guy.
My time was mostly spent with Lydia, but is not like I could get together with her every day, although I could, I mean she recently broke up with her boyfriend, Jackson. It's not like I disliked the guy or anything, is just that he wasn't the brightest of the bunch; one of those rich kids that didn't have to work a day in his life. Besides, given their track record they would probably get back together next month. So yeah.
"Stiles you need to go home." It was Randy, the janitor.
"Oh hi Randy. How did your wife's birthday party go?"
"It was great; we had lots of fun. She told me to thank you for the flowers you sent, they were really nice" he was a small guy, little chubby, funny dude.
"Hey, if she can stand to be with you every day then she most definitely deserves flowers." I said turning off my monitors.
"Yeah well, I'm still thanking the heavens for that miracle."
"You're not so bad dude. You just need to cut on the sweets." I patted his huge belly as I approached him.
"It's part of my charm" he said grabbing his belly with both hands and moving it up and down. "Hey, how about you? Did you think about my offer of setting you up with my cousin Isaac? He's a nice dude, not a poor bastard like me; he's a doctor and all, a pediatrician."
"I'll think about it" I said with a big smile and my hand on his shoulder. "Have a nice one, Randy."
"You too, Stiles."
I pulled my red hoodie over my head waiting for the elevator, playing with the white strings on the sides.
A ding signaled the arrival and when I looked at the opening doors I was dumbstruck.
Inside was an incredibly Hot looking, broad shoulder, dark hair, strong jaw, mouthwatering guy. I swear to all that's pure that I have never seen a dude as incredible hot as this guy, he looked like a Hugo Boss add had come to life. I took a small step back, pretty sure I was high as fuck from the last 6 twinkies I ate and was imagining all this.
"Are you coming in or not?" Oh my god! His voice nearly gave me an orgasm. He had this deep voice that you would only hear in really high quality ... porn. Yes I said it. It was a pornographic voice. This guy was obviously a figment of my imagination. Maybe I needed to get back on adderall or maybe something stronger, preferably for hallucinations.
I felt myself being pulled by the collar of the red hoodie into the elevator.
"You were taking too long."
I was still gawking at him.
He stepped closer to me and I took a step back. He frowned and well, although I hate to admit, I just closed my eyes tightly waiting for the punch. Hell, I was a geek back at school, and I was proud to say I could spot a punch coming a mile away.
I felt my hoodie being pulled down my face.
"Stop staring." And he stepped back.
"I was so not staring" My blushing face still covered by the hoodie, thank the gods.
He puffed and turned to look at the numbers change on the elevator. His arms crossed over his chest.
I turned my eyes from his face and traveled all the way to his feet. Oh my GoD, even his shoes were perfectly shined, probably costing more than all I had on. I, felling self-conscious, cornered to the elevator, trying to get as much space from him as possible. Hey, I'm honest with myself, I mean I'm in no league with this guy, so what was the point of even fantasizing. I should start thinking about taking Randy's offer on going out with that cousin of his or something.
"Are you coming out?"
I looked up from my worn out converse to him. He was holding out the elevator for me, and obviously I couldn't move.
"Or do you want me to manhandle you, again?"
That got my feet moving. I bolted through the elevator and then through the building doors, only waving quickly at Dave, the security guy.
So it was rather obvious that I never got the chance to see the amusement on the hot guy's face.
#$
Not two minutes in my house and I was already cyber stalking whom I was now sure was Derek Hale. At the elevator I had a pretty decent idea it was him, but hey, you never know. By now I already knew his life… or the short amount of information of his life that was actually posted on the web. It was, surprisingly, not much. I think I could find more about the lunch lady back at school than what I found on Derek Hale.
He was the only survivor, apart from an Uncle Peter, of the Hale family. They had all died in a nasty fire accident when Derek was 16. Funny thing was that a friend of the Hale family had been arrested months latter involving the fire, a woman, Kate or something.
He had created his empire from a small fortune his family had left, but obviously turned it from a couple of millions to billions.
Romantically wise the guy was either the most discrete guy in the world or he was totally asexual, cause there was nothing, and believe me I checked in low, hacker, paparazzi, underground places, and nothing. Nothing. It was like the guy lived for his companies. If he went to an event he would go alone, stick for no more than 15 minutes. If they were awarding him, he would show up, award given and he would leave, celebrations just continued without him.
He was known for being crude, straightforward but totally professional. Which kind of made me wonder how he could make that combination work, he sounded so bad ass.
Apparently he was also very philanthropic. Not only he was a known contributor to many charities but, and this was discovered with some not really legal searching (cough*hacking*cough), he also had charities that were not directly linked to any of his companies, talk about behind 7 proxies. Those charities were mostly linked to victims of fire, burn victims or, and this one did intrigue me, a support group specifically targeting victims of Lies, Betrayals and deceit.
So, apart from his philanthropic ways, his tragic childhood and his lack of social skills, I had nothing. Oh I also found out that the guy does not talk a lot; his speeches or interviews are no more than a couple of minutes long and answers were always given in very short sentences. There were no, nada, cero, photos in the whole internet with an expression apart from his constant scowl or frown.
I went to bed feeling completely confused. This guy was a total mystery. He was hot as fuck, so why the hell was he so alone? I mean the guy was 35 years old and there was not a single picture with a girl or guy, believe me I checked.
Maybe he has like a super-secret kink or fetish or something, like dressing up like a cowboy and just pulling his gun and tying up his partner or… ok I should stop. Maybe he just made the media kill all stories relating him; although that was pretty unlikely too, since i found a couple of pages that were offering big bucks for any photos of him with someone.
I only found a couple of rumors of one model from Finland and a guy from Germany and another from Brazil; all guys, which made me a bit happy, ok, hysterical. Hey if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and talks like a duck well hopefully it was a duck. So yeah, that probably did not make sense, but in my mind it only gave me hope that maybe there was an infinitesimally possibility that maybe he was gay, hopefully.
With that thought in mind I went to sleep.
#$
"So I met your boss yesterday" I said, popping a cherry tomato in my mouth. God, I've never eaten so many vegetables in my entire life. Next thing I'd be growing leaves out of my ankles and they'd be calling me Timothy Stiles or Stiles Green. Whatever, bad joke.
Scott was at the doctor's with Allison, routine check and stuff.
"You what? When?"
"Yesterday. When I left, 8:30ish. We didn't talk or anything. I mean, you know me, I see a hot guy and I shit my pants; and let me tell you, if you haven't noticed, your boss is gorgeous. So I didn't say anything. Just acted like my weird geeky self and stood at the corner looking at my shoes" popping another tomato.
"I don't doubt it. Did he talk to you or anything?"
"You know, the usual: are you coming in or not? Stop staring. Are you coming out? The usual stuff when a creepy guy is doing creepy stuff. Oh and then he threaten to manhandle me if I didn't come out of the elevator. So yeah, I made a total fool of myself" another cherry tomato in. I was starting to like these things.
"wait wait wait. HE actually said all that? Like all those words, combined? Or did you just interpret the grunts as words?"
"Grunts? He grunts?" Lydia was looking at me like I had grown two heads. "HE didn't grunt ok, he just said those things. Like said them. What? Is he mute or something? cause I know he's not mute, I cyber stalked him yesterday and saw all his 2 minutes interviews."
"Exactly! 2 minutes, and he says what? One, two words tops! You get two minutes, a stranger, no wait, a creepy stranger, no offence"
"Non taken"
"Two minutes with him, in an elevator, and he says like four sentences to you with more than one syllable. Wow. I'm baffled." And she totally looked baffled. "Just tell me the whole story top to bottom Stiles, don't leave anything."
So I did.
"Wait, wait, Let me get this straight" she was smiling her creepy smile now "he asked you if you were going in, obviously, you being the stupid guy you are, just stared at his beautiful face, he pulled you in, you keep staring, he pulled the hoodie over your head and told you to stop staring, and then he asked if he had to manhandle you to get you out?"
"Yeah something like that. You make it sound like it's a good thing" I was making a smiley face with me leftover peas.
"Stiles, Derek does not touch unknown people, like maybe he can shake your hand or something, if it's inevitable, but willingly, no. Never. I've known him for over five years and he just patted my back for my birthday, two pats. That's it. And he does not talk to strange people; he might frown, grunt or ignore, but not talk."
"Well maybe he pitied me or something. I don't know, Lyds."
"uhm"
"So, when is he going back to New York?"
"So you did cyber stalk him." Nasty grin on her face. I lifted a brow "Saturday".
I smiled. It was still Tuesday.
#$%
I made a habit of leaving the office at 8:30 since Monday's event, and every day I meet Derek on the elevator.
We don't really talk much; well he doesn't really talk much, just answers with a couple of yes or no to questions I make. By Thursday I was more relax and asked him if he was really leaving Saturday. At his questioning brow I told him Lydia, whom I told was one of my best friends, told me. He actually used more than four words for this. He said, and I quote, "That's the plan, but I'm thinking I'll need to return next week, maybe Tuesday." At this he looked at me expectantly, whatever he meant by it I just nodded.
Today was Friday. It was 8:28pm and I was nearing the elevator when Randy appeared.
"Hey, Stiles!"
"Hey Randy, how are you man? Haven't seen you in a while."
"I'm good, good. Oh the wife sent this to you" he handed me a package "It's just some of those curly fries you like. She wanted to thank you for the flowers and everything. She told me you just need to deep fry'em, they're all seasoned and stuff."
"Oh great man! I love curly fries!" I inspected the closed package, my mouth watering.
"Did you think about the date with my cousin Isaac? You need to get out man. Not everything is work. If you want I can hook you up with someone else. There's a guy from the accounting firm downstairs that keeps asking about you."
"It's ok Randy. I'm good, I promise" I did a side glance to the elevator and saw Derek holding the door, a mean frown on his face, well meaner than usual.
"Look Randy I got to go. Thank Lisa for the fries." I bolted to the elevator and Derek let go of the 'Open' button with a grunt.
"HA! There's the grunt! I was starting to think it didn't exist, and it was all in Lydia's pink blonde head. What's with the face, bad day?"
Derek usually looked at me while I was talking a mile a minute with a neutral face; no emotion, no frown. Today there was certainly a frown.
"What's that?" he said pointing to my package.
"Oh, they're curly fries. Lisa, our janitors' wife, knows I'm totally in love with curly fries. I mean, what's not to love? So she sent them as a thank you for some flowers I sent her on her birthday." I started inspecting the package. There were a lot of fries here. I don't even know if I have a pan to fry this in.
"Why did you send her flowers?" he now crossed his hands over his chest. Uhm, was he mad or something?
"Cause it was her birthday and, well, I mean women like flowers?"
"Do you like this Lisa?"
"What? wow, that escaladed quickly. She's Randy's wife ok. Uhm, not that I have to explain or anything, cause I don't" I think I said this more to myself than to him. He still had the frown "well she has cancer ok, and well, I'm kind of helping them out, and yeah. So yeah. Urhm" clearing my throat and uncomfortably looking at my shoes.
"I didn't know. I know that your parents both"
At this I looked at him and he instantly looked at the door that was already opening. He bolted out and, without a second thought, was out of the building and into his car.
Yeah, the guy was crazy as fuck. Hot, but still crazy as fuck.
! #$
Xoxo.
Seida.
