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You See Him and Make Small Talk

The first time Danny saw Stiles was at a party that he threw for his birthday. Derek, one of his most trusted employees and friend, was the one who brought him over. It was a simple small private party held in Danny's massive home. Many called it a mansion but Danny set them straight. His house was smaller than a mansion. It only had one outdoor pool, seven bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a maximum of ten closets including those in the bedrooms. The kitchen and living room were of decent size. Some of his employees gaped at the grand piano situated at the window of the living room but he knew they were exaggerating. His house wasn't that big. He found it to be quite small and stuffy. No one agreed with him but that wasn't the point. The point was on the day of his birthday Derek had brought over a friend.

Danny had been in the middle of a toast when Derek walked in, don in leather and scowling. He looked around with a quick sweep of his eyes. Their eyes connected and they nodded at each other. Danny moved to look away but did a double take as Derek moved aside to reveal a tall slender looking man. Danny froze and stared. The man was dressed in tight fitting jeans, a red designer dress shirt, and a silver chain hung loosely on his neck. His caramel hair was styled into a buzz cut. The man's brown eyes scanned the party curiously. He stuck to Derek's side, unsure about being at Danny's party.

We can't have that now. Danny thought. He detached himself from the circle that his employees have caught him in and walked over to greet his friend Derek Hale and the mysterious but beautiful stranger. Derek saw him coming a mile away. The man's eyes followed every step his feet took. The closer Danny got the straighter he stood. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, waiting for Danny to be within arm's reach. Danny smiled.

"And here I thought you bailed on me!" He nearly shouted excited. Derek's scowl loosened. It was the closest to a smile Danny's ever seen on his face.

"Sorry, Danny," Derek apologized. "I had to pick this one up." He jerked his thumb back at the man who was staring at Danny curiously. Danny's smile brightened.

"Hi, I'm Danny Mahealani, Derek's boss and heir to Mahealani Corp." He stuck out a hand for him to shake. The man took it immediately.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Mahealani, I'm Stiles Stilinski."

What a peculiar name, Danny wondered.

"Danny is fine. I'm not Mahealani yet." He winked. Stiles laughed. It was melodic and hypnotic. Danny found himself chuckling along to his laugh. He lifted up his cup of champagne and took a sip. "Derek didn't tell me that he was bringing someone. Good thing I always prepare extra food and beverages." Danny casted a curious glance over at Derek; the man betrayed nothing.

"Sourwolf here decided to drag me out of my apartment." Stiles glowered at Derek.

"Sourwolf?" Danny was confused.

"Yeah, that's what I call this dude," Stiles jerked a thumb back at Derek. The two glared at each other before Derek excused himself to go get some drinks for Stiles and him. "In all the years I've known him, I've yet to see him crack a smile. I'm beginning to believe smiling and happiness has not been encoded in his DNA. I am tempted to steal a strand of hair and get it checked it out." Stiles grinned.

Danny laughed. He bent over, closed his eyes, and laughed. Stiles' grin grew wider. This Stiles person was really funny. He was easy to get along with and Danny liked him. It was a lot to say about a person he met three minutes ago but it was what he got as a first impression.

"So, Derek didn't tell me what this party is for." Stiles said. Danny collected himself, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and took another sip of champagne. Once he had his breathing back to normal he cocked his head and smirked. He didn't know why but he did it.

"It's my birthday. I turned twenty-six." He said with pride. Stiles' eyes bugged.

"Holy shit, you're my age!" He shouted and pointed with an accusing finger. His arm was tugged down aggressively by Derek who returned with two cups of champagne. Stiles accepted the cup that was thrust into his hands violently. He turned to Derek with a shocked expression. "Dude, you didn't tell me your boss was my age! Why didn't you tell me? You know these things are important! Do you know how stupid I look when I don't know these things? You should have told me that it was his birthday too! I didn't even get him a present! I know it's my first time meeting him but still. You know how I don't like to be the odd one out, the one who's impolite, the one who's left hanging because he didn't get the man a present. Why do you always do this? Why do you always leave the important things out?"

Danny's eyes widened slightly at the amount of words that came out of Stiles' mouth in a breath. He wasn't even sure Stiles took a huge breath before he started to rant. In fact he was positive that he didn't take a breath. He just started ranting. The words just kept coming and Stiles neither turned red nor appeared out of breath, just very angry and frustrated. Derek took a gulp of his champagne and looked at Stiles calmly. Once the man closed his mouth, Derek opened his.

"Don't point at him so rudely. I'd like to be able to go to work without embarrassment hanging over my head." Derek said simply. Stiles clenched his hands into fists. A wave of irritation flooded out of the man and slammed into Danny. Fear spiked in Danny as he recognized the hostile expression on Stiles' face. He stepped in quickly.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I don't mind that you didn't get me anything. I don't like receiving gifts anyway. They're superficial and the thought is what counts." He said with a smile that faltered slightly under Stiles' scrutinizing glare. Stiles looked at him suspiciously but let it go. He drank his champagne all in one go and thrust it back at Derek. The man seemed to have gotten the idea and moved to get him some more.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Stiles muttered embarrassingly.

"It's ok," Danny accepted his apology easily.

"I get over excited when the brute keeps things from me and then throws me into the mix, expecting me to be ok with it and go with the flow." Stiles rubbed the back of his head.

"I understand what you mean. Derek has the same problem with work too. I'd give him a project to do and the next thing I know, I know nothing and I'm expected to just wing it." Danny laughed. The alcohol may be working on him a bit. He wouldn't admit it though. Stiles laughed too. They lapsed into a silence afterwards. Danny drank the rest of his champagne as Stiles surveyed the party. It wasn't a formal party. It was more like the parties Danny went to during his high school years. He never really liked those stiff and class approved parties. It wasn't any fun. He liked to let loose and just hang out. Danny was always criticized for it but it was his birthday and he'll have it his way. The music was blaring in their ears as people danced around the ballroom. Unlike the clubs that Danny's been to, his ballroom was capable to holding a couple hundred people and still has room to move and spin and do actual dance moves. The snacks and drinks tables were pushed to a corner, out of the way, and easily accessed.

Stiles seemed a little bewildered at the nature of the party. His eyes kept watching those dancing, as if expecting them to all pair up and waltz to a sudden change of music. It wasn't going to happen and it was funny to watch the man expecting it. Danny wanted to chuckle and call him cute but held back. It was inappropriate, especially to a guy he wasn't sure if he was gay or not. If he turned out to be straight, he would have not only offended him but lose a possible new friend. Danny didn't want that. He wanted to at least be friends with this man. He was good company and good company is hard to come by.

"So Stiles, tell me about yourself, is Stiles your real name?" Danny asked after a moment.

"No, it's a nickname. I don't feel comfortable with my real name and honestly, it's too complicated." Stiles replied.

"Mmhmm, I see. Well, Stiles is good with me. I like it." Danny purred. Stiles blushed.

Yes, it's possible! Danny cheered mentally.

"What kind of work do you do?" He pried even further.

"I'm the sheriff for Beacon Hills."

"No way!" Danny almost choked on his own saliva. "You're twenty-six and you're the sheriff?" He asked disbelieving. Stiles caught a slight case of the embarrassment. His cheeks reddened further and he suddenly found his toes really interesting.

"Well… My father was the sheriff, after… after he died in the line of duty, I was given the position and I took it." Stiles tried for a smile but it came out solemn and tired. Danny kicked himself in the behind.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring up such painful memories." He apologized immediately.

"It's ok. My dad received a medal for his heroism and it's hanging behind the front desk at the station. Anyone who walks by will be able to see how brave and heroic he was. He saved a small young girl from a rapist and murderer. There was this deranged man who moved to our small town a couple years back. He had this sick twisted kink for pre pubescent girls. My dad worked the case day and night, almost became malnourished. At the end, he figured out who it was and went after him. He wanted to save the last girl who was kidnapped. He couldn't save the others but he knew he could save that one. He saved her but in the end he was stabbed in the heart and died on the way to the hospital…" Stiles' head drooped and hung and he fell silent. Danny looked around helplessly.

Honest to truth, he had no idea how to deal with this kind of situation. He's never had to console anyone that was suffering from this much grief before. He's never had a death in his family and he wasn't around for the deaths of extended family. His eyes began seeking out Derek. However, the man was conveniently missing at the moment. Danny looked back at Stiles. The man was surprisingly looking at him with wide curious eyes.

"What…?" Danny asked uncomfortably.

"It's funny," he said. "It's funny how I just met you yet I'm telling you about this…" He explained with a thoughtful tone.

"Well, people do say I have this aura that makes them feel safe." Danny tried to chuckle. Stiles' chuckle was better than his, in every tone possible.

"I don't know about the aura idea but I think it's became Derek trusts you. Derek doesn't trust many people. He doesn't spend his time with people outside of required circumstances. Not to be conceited or anything but I'm practically the only friend Derek has and I've never met anyone else who knew Derek on a personal level. He came to your party and that says a lot, even though you are his boss." Stiles' smile was brilliant.

"Talking about me are we?" Derek reappeared with another cup of champagne. Stiles took the cup.

"What took you so long?" Stiles asked.

"They were out of the one you like. I had to go search for another bottle." Derek explained.

"Thank you," Stiles replied gratefully. Derek scoffed and looked away. Danny didn't recognize that face. He stared at Derek for moment, trying to figure it out. Then a hand grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the front of the room. A table, cleared of all things, was placed at the center and surrounded by his employees. The one tugging him hauled him onto the table and thrust another cup of champagne in his hands.

"To the birthday boy; happy twenty-sixth birthday!" The man shouted at the top of his lungs. The room erupted in cheers. They jerked their cups into the air and then downed the champagne in one go. Danny mimicked them and choked a little when the employee slapped him on the back, obviously drunk.

"Thank you," he replied to their cheers politely.

"No problem, boss. We were dying of boredom and dreading our dead end jobs until you came along! You were like a breath of fresh air. You actually gave us hope at a promotion. You showed us that not all the higher ups are stepping on our backs and breaking our spines so they can benefit from our hard work." The man clapped him on the back again. A cart carrying a big gigantic birthday cake was wheeled out in front of them. Danny jumped down from the table and stood in front of it. He counted twenty-six candles as the crowd sang happy birthday. He looked up when someone yelled for him to make a wish.

"Now, I know it's my birthday and I'm supposed to be selfish with this wish but I'd like to share it with you all. I wish we'll all still be here in the next ten years and the next ten years after that." He blew out the candle. They cheered even louder.

Danny scanned the crowd for Stiles or Derek but they weren't there. The cake was wheeled away and his employees followed behind to get a piece of that cake. Danny was left standing quietly as he looked at the retreating backs, making sure he didn't just miss the two. They weren't there. He turned around to the spot they were standing at before he was tugged away. Two empty glass cups sat on the polished marble floor.

His phone vibrated in his pants pocket. He fished it out quickly and took a look. It was a text from Derek.

Sorry for leaving early. Stiles isn't feeling too well. Thank you for inviting me. Happy birthday, Danny.

A/N: So, I know I don't have the right to start a WHOLE NEW STORY (those who read my other stories know what I'm talking about) but this is a request from my friend who I got to watch Teen Wolf and is now IN LOVE WITH STEREK! (EEK!)

This is my first time attempting a Teen Wolf fanfic.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think.