It Began With a Red Inhaler

by Little Ms. Sarcastic

In the beginning there was a red inhaler, in the end there was something much worse than asthma. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.

He walked through the dark woods, his eyes trained on the ground under his feet and the bright circle of light that his flashlight shined on it.

" What are you doing?" A gruff and irritated voice asked from the left. Stiles whipped his flashlight around and pointed it directly into a very sexy man's face. " This is private property." The mystery man growl and before the young teen could respond he was being slammed against a nearby tree, his hands held firmly above his head. Stiles could feel his heart rate sky rocket and his breath hitch. " What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" The mystery man asked again.

" Getting my friends inhaler." He barely whispered before he was released and fell to his knees. He looked up and caught the bright red inhaler in question. " Thanks." He said into thin air. And that was the beginning to a beautiful if not dangerous relationship between Derek Hale and Stiles Stillinski.