Okay, I guess people liked it, even if it's a very slow moving story ? - Thanks !


-Road Trip-

Part II: When something doesn't go unnoticed

Stiles was happy. Not fantastic, but happy. Instead of driving his usual truck, he was driving a deep black Camaro, la crème de la crème ! It wasn't that he didn't like his old car, but being looked down by almost every single student from Beacon High wasn't really his dream. He sighed. From the very start, Stiles had been small, and skinny. Kids weren't mean to him, but they didn't like him either. He had spent most of middle school alone, and enrolled in the Lacrosse team as a backup player just to be noticed. Sometimes, it seemed like he had been waiting to be noticed his whole life. Oh, he wasn't alone anymore, he had Scott, but the guy was a werewolf now, let alone the fact that he had a girlfriend. Everyone seemed to want Scott. Derek wanted Scott in his pack. Erica wanted to jump him. Boyd wanted to be like him. But who wanted the skinny sarcastic human being to be in a pack ? The answer was and always had been simple. No one. No one wanted him. He was used to rejection now, it shouldn't hurt anymore. And yet it did. He felt an ache in his heart, and his breath started to go faster. No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Having a panic attack while a grumpy werewolf was pretending to sleep next to him wasn't really a good idea. The night had fallen for a time now, and everything was silent. Well, for him anyway. Derek could probably hear a coyote sniffing his butt somewhere. Taking a look at the alpha, he let his hands slide to the sides of the wheel, where Derek had previously scorched the fabric of it. Thinking about it, he seemed pretty upset earlier. But he couldn't exactly ask him what was wrong, right ? Besides, he didn't need to be a genius to know what was wrong in Derek's life. He was surrounded by people who either wanted him dead, or didn't want him at all. Much like him, actually. Maybe they were more alike than he dared to admit. He glanced at him. He was definitely asleep. His breath was slow, and his mouth slightly open, showing his bright white teeth. Really, the guy was impossible. He could have had any girl he wanted, and he spent his free time hiding in an old subway station, covered in grease. Stiles narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at the werewolf, for once. He wasn't shaved, and his hair was messy. Dark circles were growing beneath his eyes, and even if he seemed peaceful at the moment, sometimes his mouth twitched, like he was muttering something, a secret maybe ? Stiles bent over the seat, trying to hear what he was saying, but he only managed to get closer to the body of the most dangerous guy he knew. His breath hitched as he studied the lines of Derek's face. His long lashes were casting a shadow on his high cheekbones, and for a time Stiles wanted to curse. Really, Derek was a pretty attractive guy. If he could just put some effort into seducing ladies, maybe he wouldn't be so damn angry all the time. Looking back at the werewolf's mouth, he blushed. He was way too close for him to be safe. He could even feel his breath on his own lips ! If Derek woke up, Stiles was good for another date between his forehead and the wheel !

He slowly, carefully turned his head towards the road, happy he didn't crashed the car again because he was fascinated by a guy sleeping.

There it was. The creepy sign announcing a motel. He yawned. He really needed to get some sleep too, but he was about one hundred percent sure Derek wouldn't like it. Well, screw Derek, he needed a goddamn pillow right now !

He gently pulled the car over, trying no to wake the beast. It was finally when Stiles took the keys off the dashboard that Derek woke, grasping Stiles arm. With a deep voice, he said :

'Don't even think about doing that ever again.'

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The motel wasn't really classy, but the opposite would have been weird. When they both entered the place, Derek thought he was going to throw up. The smell of cold cigarettes, and vomit on the carpet jumped to his very sensitive nose, and when he shared a look with Stiles, he knew the boy felt the same. But the upcoming headache he was starting to feel prevented him from trying to find another place.

He sighed. He just wanted a good night of sleep, and he hoped that frantic shagging from their 'neighbors' wouldn't wake him up tonight, because he was very close from committing murder already. The receptionist was all flustered when he first came in, and he was pretty sure he saw her eyes light up even more when she realized he was with Stiles. And he didn't want to know why. She had given them a single key, since Stiles, that dumb face, thought about bringing peanut butter, but conveniently forgot his wallet back at home. Derek shook his head, trying to focus on the present task, which was entering their room. Oh, great. Now there was only one bed and he seriously wasn't in the mood for sharing it. It all seemed like a giant nightmare or a bad joke, it couldn't be otherwise.

"What the hell, man ?"

Stile's whisper woke him from his thoughts, and he answered quickly :

"Don't even think about calling dibs on the bed. It's mine."

"I wasn't going to be. You're always so grumpy when you're tired, I don't want you to hit me again ! And can you please stop with that Alpha thing ?"

Derek lift a brow.

"What Alpha thing ?"

Stiles glared at him, looking seriously bored.

"Saying everything is yours. Even I sometimes think, from the way you're treating me, that I'm only a puppet you're keeping close to you to try to get to Scott. It's fucking annoying, man."

Rolling his eyes, the teenager took a blanket from the bed, and wrapped himself in it before lying down on the carpet. Derek was astonished. Was he that bad of a person that Stiles, of all people, got tired of fighting with him ? His little speech got him thinking. He didn't even remember how he ended up like that. Despite everything people seemed to assume about him, it wasn't in his nature to be rude, or violent. He had to become that person because caring had made him weak. Being soft would practically mean signing his death sentence, and he didn't want to run anymore. But realizing the effect he had on people nowadays still hurt his feelings. No one was willing to see past his clenched jaw and frowned brows. They just assumed he was bad. Even Stiles seemed to think so, even if he had saved the teenager's ass more than one time. That everyone kept forgetting about.

He lied down on the bed, above the sheets. It didn't feel comfortable, well not as comfortable as it should have been. He took a look at Stiles to see his back turned away from him, like he was... sulking. Derek's mouth twitched. He didn't like feeling guilty, especially over someone as unnerving as Stiles, but that didn't change the fact he wasn't feeling good about letting the boy sleep on the floor. Maybe he could try to sit on his pride, for once. He whispered quickly :

"Stiles."

No answer. He insisted.

"Stiles."

"What."

The boy was obviously crossed, and Derek was actually surprised it took him that long to be pissed at him.

"Come over here."

Stiles turned his back so quickly Derek almost jumped out of the bed.

"Are you insane ? I don't want to sleep with you !" He blushed."I mean, next to you. I don't want you to kill me because I snored."

"You snore ?!"

That seemed to be enough for Derek to leave the side of the bed and get up, like he was disgusted at the thought, and Stiles restrained himself from smirking in victory. The werewolf was now facing the window, probably checking out on the moon.

"What are you doing ?" Stiles asked in a sleepy voice. "You know if you let me fall asleep right now I'm going to take all the space for myself, so please don't break my legs before asking me to move, alright ?"

He wasn't sure he heard the Alpha reply. Stiles was so tired his eyes shut down like a curtain, as Derek whispered softly :

"It's okay. I'm not tired anyway."


There you go !

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