Hey. This was a small idea for a drabble, that turned into a multi-chap idea in a span of a few minutes. This will be fastly updated. Like, within the week. Most within 24 hours; hopefully. Please Read and Review.

Also, this is a birthday fic for my awesome friend/beta.

Hunt

When Derek woke up this Saturday morning. He was hoping that he could just lay around, cuddle his boyfriend, and just not leave their home.

Instead, Derek woke up alone in the bed, his lover gone, and a piece of paper on his phone. He saw it, then just tried to go back to sleep.

Someone wasn't going to let that happen.

As he was closing his eyes.

Text. Text.

Turned his back to the phone.

Te-Text.

Cover his head with the pillow.

TEXT.

"Fine!" Derek yells to his empty room. Getting up and throwing back his covers. "Since SOMEBODY doesn't want me to sleep peacefully, I won't!"

He grabs his phone first, knocking the paper off it. Assuming it was just a "be back later" note from Stiles. Who was that one who texted him... 5 times.

'You can wake up now.'

'Wake up and start.'

'Derek. Wake up.'

'NOW!'

'This is time sensitive! So get your hot ass out of bed and START!'

'Awake now. Start what?' Derek typed out and sent. He got dressed and ready, assuming he had to go out and do things. He saw he got another text.

'Look at the note.'

"Oh. Right." Derek said to himself.

He saw the note he knocked off and read it.

'Hey Sourwolf!
This is a scavenger hunt with a wonderful prize at the end.
First place:
Where we first met is where the hint is placed
Where I first saw your sweet, sour wolfed out face.'

"Okay then. Scavenger hunt." Derek said, again to himself.

He grabbed his keys and left their house. Heading towards his work.

He arrived at Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic, where he held a full-time job at. And where he first meet Stiles.

"Hey Deaton." Derek said entering, seeing his boss behind the counter. "Stiles here?"

"No." Deaton replied looking at his employee. "But he did come by to drop this off for you." He grabbed a note from a drawer and handed it to him.

"Thanks. Any reason as to why he's doing this?" Derek asked. "Or where it ends?"

"Yes, but you should really go through it." Deaton said smiling at him. "He did set this up for you. He's a good person."

"Yeah." Derek said, sighing a little, smile tugging at his lips. Of course Deaton wouldn't tell him. He grabbed the note and thanked him while leaving.

'Now to the place that I worked at all summer
Where I was paid to flirt with you over a counter
P.S. Deaton's REALLY RUDE in the mornings.'

Derek snorted entering his car. "Told you."

He started up his Camero and headed to that Hot Dog-on-A-Stick place.

Where he's still convinced Stiles found out about his love for their lemonade before he applied.

XxXx

"Who hits a wolf?" Derek asked Deaton as he examined the animal in front of him. "Not just that, but I'm sure there were no wolves in California. Or at least around here."

"Apparently, he's an escape from the zoo." Deaton replied, watching his part-timer (at this time) work on the wolf. "At least she's not that bad."

Derek nodded and continued examining his patient. The phone rang and Deaton went for it, since their other part-timer was feeding the cats in the back.

As he was reaching for something (he can't remember what it was) the wolf snapped at his arm as he reached over her mouth.

"Hey!" Derek yelled glaring at the wolf. The wolf glared right back at him. It was like that for a few minutes (from what Derek heard, although he doesn't think it went on for that long). He even got on equal ground as the wolf laying down on the table, and started growling when the wolf started.

Until he heard a snicker behind him, and a voice.

"What are you doing?" the voice asked from behind him. Derek didn't turn his head to see who was speaking.

"Proving to him I'm the alpha in this place." Derek replied.

"The face has to be like that?" The voice said, now from in front of him.

Derek replied without looking away. "Yes."

There was a silence, until the wolf finally looked away and layed his head down and whined in an apology.

Derek looked up and smirked at the guy. He saw the most gorgeous honey eyes belonging to the voice. Along with a satisfied smile and a buzz cut."See?"

The guy nodded and just stared at him. Their eyes meet and neither looked away, until the other started laughing.

"Dude you looked hilarious. Plus, I thought the boss was the alpha."

"I'm the one treating her, I'm in charge." Derek said. "And my face wasn't that bad."

"You looked like you ate 5 huge sour balls. Or a lemon." He said smiling. "A sour wolf." And he kept laughing.

Derek just ignored his laughing, when the other part-timer came out. Scott.

"Stiles. Sorry. Be out soon." He called from the back, where he needed another bag of food. There were a lot of cats at that moment.

"It's no problem. Talking to sour wolf here." He replied smiling to his friend.

"Derek." Derek said, hoping to get rid of that name. "Derek Hale."

"Stiles Stilinski." Stiles said smiling over the wolf looking at Derek.

XxXx

'He left here. Now please don't use my office as you please.

-Deaton'