Derek/Stiles

Ch. 0: Trouble in Paradise

"Sorry I'm late." The teen werewolf pulled his backpack off and fell back on the other boy's bed.

"What held you up?" Stiles asked, a little irritated by Scott's nonchalance.

Scott rolled his eyes. "Dude, you know the answer. You know I was with her."

"I love that you're so honestly admitting that you cheat on me." Stiles said with some venom in his words. "Why the hell are you even here if you're busy walking her to class and carrying her books?"

"I'm not having sex with her. I'm not cheating on you, Stiles." Scott bit out defensively.

"Just 'cause you're not fucking her, doesn't mean you're not cheating, you dick." Stiles hissed. He wasn't buying his bullshit anymore. He'd had enough of his friend's mixed signals. "Dammit, Scott, I'm tired of you jerking me around."

"I thought you liked it when I jerked you around." Scott smirked, but Stiles didn't find his comment funny. "Man, don't be a bitch. We never really established what this-" he gestured between both of them, "-is."

"Dude, just get out." he said tiredly, running a hand over his face.

"I thought you were going to-"

"Well now I'm not in the mood. And don't bother coming back until you've made up your fucking mind. If you want to continue being a fucking closet case, go right ahead. But if you want me, you won't go back to her." Stiles shoved Scott up toward his bedroom door.

Scott shook his head, an agitated expression on his face as he left. Stiles could hear his friend mutter something about him making a big deal out of nothing under his breath, but ignored it.

As soon as the McCall boy left his house, Stiles found yet another werewolf visitor in his bedroom. Sighing exasperatedly, Stiles barely glanced over at the older boy as he collapsed onto his bed. "What the hell do you want, Derek." the Stilinski boy grumbled.

"Trouble in paradise?" The Alpha raised an eyebrow as he made his way to a chair at Stiles' desk.

Stiles snorted. "Paradise? Is that what you call a blow job in a darkened locker room? Because that is currently the state of the 'relationship' I have with Scott."

Derek paused, his keen blue eyes scanning the high school boy's form with interest. "He still peruses the Argent girl." he stated- not even denying the fact that he'd been listening in on their argument.

"Apparently." Stiles said in a defeated tone. "I think he just wants to preserve whatever is left of his 'normal' life. Being gay and a werewolf kind of makes him twice the outcast he already was."

"You really need to stop sympathizing with him. He's just going to drag you down, Stiles." the Hale boy said softly. "You need to stop living like his full time sidekick. This isn't the Scott McCall show."

"Yeah, well ever since the whole 'he's a werewolf' thing, it's been hard to get out of his shadow. It's all 'Ahh, my life is so hard cause I'm a werewolf' and 'Allison this' and 'Allison that'." Stiles threw up his hands, hoping all his whining didn't sound as pathetic as he thought it had. Then as it finally registered that Derek Hale was currently humoring him with a perfectly normal conversation - free of all the drama they had with Peter or the hunters - he frowned, suddenly very suspicious of the Were's motives. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bored." Derek admitted bluntly. "You're my entertainment."

Stiles scoffed, propping himself up on his elbows. "I'm glad my problems amuses you so. If that's all, I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly get the fuck out."

Derek's lips upturned into a smirk and he nodded. "Fine. I get it." Moving from his seat, he stood near the edge of Stiles' bed - towering over the high school boy. "But if you ever decide you want to join our club," And by club, Derek was referring to becoming a werewolf like him and Scott, "There's always room for one more."

"Y-yeah," Stiles' voice wavered as he shifted uneasily, his breath shallow from the intensity of Derek's stare. Clearly a part of him was still terrified of the new Alpha. "Well, I've gotten that offer before. And my answer's still the same." He wasn't inclined to become a monster every month and have the potential to kill people, just for a few perks. There was a long pause between them and it made Stiles nervous. Deciding to break said silence, he cleared his throat with, "Um, okay, well my dad's suppose to be home soon. You should probably go." Stiles fidgeted under the werewolf's piercing gaze.

Derek crossed the room, pausing at the door as he said, "Oh, one more thing," he turned back to Stiles who hadn't moved from his bed. "Be careful around Scott."

Ch.0 END

A/n: So the story takes place a few months after the events of the last episode of Season One. Have no fear. This is NOT a Scott/Stiles story. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. This is just a little taste of what I have planned. It's all very mellow right now, but the first chapter (which will be titled Ch.1: Sweet Dreams and will be longer than this chapter) will have some bloody violent angst-y-ness and a plot will start to form. I hope that's enough to keep you guys reading. I'll post the next chapter in a two days. Please review!