Authors Note: Okay guys, I'm going to make this fast because I have to leave for work in ten minutes. First I want to apologize if you guys see any spelling mistakes or errors in grammar. I try my best but it was something I was never really good at. I hope that you guys enjoy this, I wanted to sit with it for a couple more days but the response has been so positive I just had to get it out. My goal is to try and update at least every two weeks. I'm not sure how realistic this will be considering I started nursing school today, so between that and work I probably will have little time to myself. This is told from Derek's POV. I hadn't originally planned to do this but I went with it and I felt it worked so I hope you guys agree as well. Well, that all I can think of to say! I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Chapter 2: Anytime

Derek

Stiles Stilinski.

He was probably the most—the most, Derek didn't even know where to start when it came to describing Stiles Stilinski. The guy was just weird, not the bad kind of weird—just different. Kind of eccentric but not too extreme, regardless there were plenty of times Derek caught himself staring at the young man in the hallways around school. Just trying to figure him out; he didn't know what it was about the young man that drew Derek in. Stiles was a spazz, he seemed to be the most unsettled individual Derek has ever come across. Stiles basically vibrates his way around, either that or trips over himself with his gangly limbs. Derek has lost count at how many times he's seen Stiles wipe out, how he ever made it in the lacrosse team is something Derek will never understand.

Derek thought Stiles was one of the quieter students, kind of reminded him of himself at first. Derek generally always kept to himself when he was in high school and pretty much throughout university. Sure he was in a few sports but mostly was a lone wolf; his best friend in the world was his sister Laura, he didn't care how lame that sounded, she was amazing and was always there for him.

It didn't take much time to realize that Stiles wasn't quiet by nature, he was actually a topic of conversation that filtered around the teachers' lounge all the time. What he did? What he said? How talkative he was, always opinionated and always quick with a witty response. Derek was still reeling when he heard Stile caught the chemistry lab on fire. Not just a little spark but an entire work bench, completely in flames. Luckily they got it under control.

More of the older staff felt like where Stiles was the sheriffs son he should show some sort of responsibility and respect because of his father's position. Derek thought that was more incentive for Stiles to be who he wanted to be, he hated the idea of living under someone shadow and it seemed obvious that Stiles had felt the same way. Derek didn't voice this fact; it was awkward enough working with some of the same teachers that taught him, he knew better then to cause waves when he was just starting to get a steady footing.

Learning about Stiles' behavior outside his classroom is really what drew Derek's attention to the younger man. Stiles' ability to weasel his way of participating in class had blown Derek away. A supposedly talkative student barely spoke a word and when he was called upon, he could actually see Stiles calculate in his head the shortest response possible. Derek was completely guilty for picking on him in class, a lot of the times he couldn't help it. His I-don't-give-a-shit attitude set a fire in Derek and he really wanted to know why. Stiles was an honor student with the exception of Derek's class and he had no idea why.

The times Derek got more than a few worded responses, Stiles would eventually stutter the sentence out and completely turn into a tomato. He would literally then seem to refuse to even acknowledge that Derek was even speaking for the rest of the class. As interested as Derek was putting Stiles on the spot, he avoided it for the simple fact that he was causing him to flounder.

He had lied to Stiles and told him that his father contacted him about his failing grade but it was really Derek who contacted his father. This is something that Derek has done a few times for other students in his courses so it wasn't specific to just Stiles. He would usually call the parents of the student to let them know that their son or daughter was failing, which Derek would offer extra credit, dependent on him noticing a change in their work ethic, etc.

Stiles was different, he knew that a fatherly pep talk wouldn't work. Just like trying to make him participate in class would only force him separate himself further. It was the sheriff who mentioned the idea of helping Stiles one on one. He had explained that even though Stiles maintained excellent grades, his ADHD made it difficult for him to sometimes concentrate in large groups of people. That had answered a lot of questions about Stiles' hyperactivity. Derek had offered that he would do lunch hour or after school sessions with Stiles one on one to get his grades up. Give him extra credit assignments to make up for the ones he had did poorly on and make sure he was keeping up with all the material in class. The Sheriff immediately agreed and seemed a little too happy about it, almost smug. Derek guessed that Stiles would absolutely hate this idea and that fact alone must have given the Sheriff satisfaction. Stiles seemed like a hard kid to pin something too, with the way he heard others talk about how the boy could talk he way out of anything.

Breaking the news shouldn't have been as fun as it was. Derek after all was giving up his lunches and increasing his work day but the look on Stiles face was completely worth it. He had gotten extremely bold and turned down the offer, while still trying to remain polite. He wore a painful expression the entire time, biting and sucking on his bottom lip and fidgeted so much it actually seemed unhealthy. Then watching his gangly limbs stock out of the classroom was completely priceless.

Derek had remained beyond surprised at Stiles' attitude the next day, how attentive his was. Derek of course had been hyperaware of him, especially after their talk. He'd promise him as soon as he saw improvement, Stiles was free of his clutches. Derek had noticed how Stiles sort of hung off every word he said and took what seemed to be detailed notes. Derek noticed his friend Lydia—or at least who he thought was Stiles' friend constantly glance in Stiles' direction and roll her eyes, which Derek didn't quite understand. They had that whole opposites attract thing but Derek couldn't tell if they were something or just clashed a lot.

Then when Stiles raised his hand, Derek couldn't hide his surprise. Stiles looked like such a meek little creature, so small and almost a little helpless looking. Then when he started to babble Derek couldn't help but think about how cute it was. Derek had frozen in shock at that very thought and when Stiles stopped speaking, he struggled to give him an answer because he had missed half of his babble lost in the fact that he just called one of his students cute.

Derek had spent the rest of the class after he sent them all to work, freaking out. There were lines that he didn't cross. This he told himself this was a line he wasn't going to get fifty feet near. Derek rationalized that it was a normal occurrence to think something was cute. It wasn't that Derek thought Stiles was cute, it was just him babbling that was cute. The whole situation had taken Derek back a little because he was sure that was the most words he has ever heard Stiles speak at one time. He could see how all the others called him talkative. He almost preferred the quiet Stiles.

When Stiles left to get his lunch, Derek hauled his out, trying to eat away the sudden wave of nervousness that seemed to crash over him. It wasn't a normal occurrence for him to help a student in such an extreme way as he was helping Stiles, but he has had one on one meetings with other students before without it feeling like this. He couldn't shake the feeling of this being something more, which was completely ridiculous considering he was forcing Stiles' hand to be here.

Derek felt Stiles' judgmental look when he caught Stiles eyeing his lunch but politely offered him a chip regardless. Stiles had declined him, within a few moments was telling him that he was going to put Derek on a diet. Derek couldn't help but smile. He was in good shape, great shape but junk food was his weakness. He didn't eat take out often but crap like chips and chocolate were his ultimate weakness, Pop Tarts especially, if he could justify eating a box in a day he would and has done it before.

Stiles then began pushing details for Derek about how these sessions were going to work; it had caught Derek a little off guard because he had honestly forgotten that was why they were there in the first place. Stiles apologized for his babbling earlier; Derek couldn't help but reflect what had happened, telling Stiles it was okay and that he raised a great point. Watching Stiles blush made Derek tingle slightly, making a warmth spread throughout him; he beat the word 'cute' back before it could even try to surface.

Stiles' confession of how his mother used to read to him as a kid had awoken something within Derek that he really didn't want bubbling to the surface. Laura and he had lost their parents in a fire when they were children. He didn't have very many memories of them, his father especially but his mother, there was some Derek hung on to, his mother reading to him was one of those memories.

Derek couldn't help tease Stiles a little over being a romantic; it felt good for once to not be the one having that thrown in his face. Laura teased him mercilessly about the over sized bookcase full romance novels in his room and watching Stiles stutter over himself was undeniably cute. Derek had shot back that lesbians needed love too before he even thought that maybe it reaching inappropriate teasing Stiles the way he was. It was just so hard not to; he just reacted in all the ways that made Derek want more.

As soon at the word smut left Stiles' mouth Derek had lost it. Stiles was probably one the funniest people he had ever met. What was great about Stiles was the fact that he didn't try to be funny, he just was and that spoke more volumes about Stiles to Derek then all the dates he'd been on, with both guys and girls who tried too hard to impress Derek, try to make him laugh, try to make themselves come off more attractive when all they need to do was be themselves.

Stiles was himself but this wasn't a date.

Derek looked up and Stiles and watched as his put the bottle of water to his lips. The way he tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck, watching his Adams apple bob up and down. Derek felt his mouth go dry and let his gaze immediately connect with Stiles' when took the bottle from his lips. He never noticed how pretty Stiles' eyes were, a molten amber color, bright and wide with fascination. They remained that way for what seemed minutes but could have possibly only been seconds before Stiles fidgeted and broke Derek out of his trance. Clearing his throat he excused Stiles to enjoy the rest of his lunch, needing a few minutes to gather himself before classes resumed.

The fact that he had to gather himself angered Derek. The fact that he blatantly teased and stared at his student in a way that wasn't strictly in the realm of education and helping Stiles get a better grade, which is what they were here for to begin with. Derek realized that this was probably going to be a very bad idea and it was too late to go back on, then as if betraying his own thoughts he told Stiles his name. The smile the boy gave him made something flutter in his stomach and he knew he was in trouble.

"So are you going to tell me what's on your mind or do you want me to crack your skull open and poke around to try and figure it out myself?" Laura had always read Derek well, way too well for her own good.

"Nothing is on my mind! Just spaced off for a second there," Derek smiled back. Laura made a noise with her throat that told him she didn't believe a single word that came out his mouth.

Sad thing is, is that Derek was thinking about Stiles and what had went down yesterday at lunch. He was trying to chalk it up to a lapse in sanity but the guy couldn't stop bubbling he was up into Derek's thoughts and he wasn't about to tell his sister then, especially about someone who was his student.

"Is it a girl?" A smile broke across Laura's face, "a boy?" Derek huffed; he knew that taking Laura out to supper tonight was a bad idea. She had been begging him to spend time with her, despite the fact they lived with each other, since the school year had started Derek had honestly been too busy to do anything else.

"It's not a girl or a boy. Nothing like that all." Derek offered

"So what exactly is it? You've been on another planet all night and the last time I've seen you like this it was with Kate." Laura spit out Kate's name is utter disgusted.

Kate had been Derek's ex, most recent one at least. He had met her in university, up until then he was still pretty new to the dating scene. High school never gave him much option because everyone seemed to always have an alternative motive behind everything. He had bumped into Kate at a party his dorm was holding and she had been a firecracker and they sort of hit it off immediately. She had seemed incredibly real, having a this-is-me-deal-with-it attitude that Derek found insanely attractive. She wasn't afraid to be herself and it certainly helped that she was beautiful. She was Derek's type if he had to really narrow it down.

Laura hated her immediately, not that Derek was surprised by any means. He figured it was Laura being jealous and/or overprotective. But she had hated her on sight. He remembered when Derek brought Kate back for thanksgiving weekend, as soon as Kate came into Laura's view, he saw his sisters eyes harden and he barely contained a flinch. How Kate had made it through that weekend was a testimony to her strength because Derek barely made it. He didn't speak to Laura for a while after that. They had just barely gotten civil in time for Christmas, which he was thankful for.

"Oh god, it's not Kate is it? Please tell me it's not her Derek." Derek had brought a glass of water to his lips to drink but only ended up choking on the water.

"No, why would you even think that? I'm not that much of a fool." Laura gave him a look that immediately told him she thought different. He could almost hear her say that he was stupid enough to even be with her in the first place.

"Well, I should hope so, after what that whore did to you. She is lucky you managed to talk me down. I wanted beat the skinny tight ass of hers up and down this block and I would have done it, if you hadn't told me to drop it." Laura replied fiercely, she kind of scared Derek sometimes, that day being one of the scariest. He literally had to hold her back and take her keys to keep her from driving to the Argents. He could literally imagine Laura pulling up, stomping into that house and hauling Kate out by her hair and ended her on the front lawn.

"I know, you've told me a million times already." This topic always seemed to exasperate Derek, it wasn't one of his fonder moments and his sister couldn't help but let him live it all over when she started on her hate for the woman.

"Do you blame me? She slept with half of the campus; she also keyed my car Derek. My car! She is fucking crazy and a slut!" Derek sighed, it wasn't half the campus but he wasn't quite sure on the number of people she had cheated on him with. Her excuse was that he was smothering her, that Derek was 'dampening her flame'. Even after two years of being together, she dropped him just like that, not like Derek wouldn't have left after learning what she had done. He wasn't that desperate. He thought he had loved her though, he still wasn't quite sure. Kate had a way of always keeping you at a distance and Derek guessed he did the same thing by proxy. Derek had chalked it up to life experience and had moved on, she was a chapter of his life that he needed to experience and then learn from.

"No I don't blame you and if it had been the opposite situation I probably would have killed the person who hurt you, but can we please stop talking about this? I've moved on and don't particularly like reliving this every time her name is mentioned around you." Laura stuck out her tongue and grabbed the dinner roll on the table in front of her, tearing a piece out of the end. Derek had to remind himself that she wasn't his brother all the time, she may have been beautiful but her feminine qualities needed a bit of refinement.

"Fine, but tell me who got you panties all knotted up because you know I will find out and it will go a whole lot smoother if you tell me now. Cause if I have to take the time figure it out myself, it won't end well." Laura threatened Derek. He didn't really know why she thought she had too, he would have given up and told her anyways, which is what he was about to do.

"Okay, it's a guy—he is one of my students." Laura gasped, leaning forward, "—Shut up. Shut the fucking front door." She leaned back and laughed out loud.

"My brother, robbing the cradle, never thought I'd see this coming." Derek ran his hands over his face; he knew she would be like this, always making assumptions.

"No! Laura it's nothing like that!"

"Like hell, you know who you're talking too right?" Laura smirked. What was putting Derek off was the fact that she seemed okay—amused even at the thought of Derek and one of his students.

"I told you, it's nothing like that. I'm giving him one on one sessions to help with his—Laura, seriously, not like that. This is why I wasn't going to say anything!" Derek was getting mad. There was a pause between both of them as the waiter came and set their food down asking if they need anything else. Derek told him they were fine and he left, leaving an awkward silence between him and his sister.

"Listen, I'm sorry but answer me truthfully, do you have feelings for him?" Derek paused for a moment; he honestly didn't know how to answer that question. He had somewhat unhealthy infatuation with the young man since school had started but he never really thought anything of it until recently. Then experienced Stiles over the past couple of days, there was no denying that Derek was interested, he wasn't sure to what extent but he was closing in on that borderline that he told himself he was going to desperately avoid.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. He's—God he is just so weird. I noticed him at the start of the school year and how there was just something quirky about him." Laura nodded, taking a bit of what looked like the best chicken Derek had ever seen. Reaching across the table with his fork, he stole a piece she had cut off and continued, "then yesterday in class and at lunch I seen a whole different side of him and I couldn't help but think how cute it—he was. I'm just stressing myself because of no matter how I feel, I am still his teacher and he still is my student and it is completely inappropriate." Laura reached over and stole a meat ball off his plate, they clearly having no boundaries when it comes to each other food.

"How old is he?" she asked as she bit into Derek's food.

"Eighteen I believe but that's—"

"—Legal," she finish Derek's sentence making him sigh and lean back into his chair.

"Okay, I'm going to give you some sisterly advice. Who cares? See that was short and sweet." Derek laughed because he could certainly think a lot of people would care.

"I don't know, maybe law enforcement, the school board, all the parents that will make assumptions that I'm automatically start sexually harassing their children." Derek was going to conveniently leave out that Stiles happened to be the Sheriffs son because that alone complicated things a fuck ton.

"Derek, listen. You're a good person, a great man and this guy, whoever he is would be lucky to have someone like you in his life," She paused. "I also know you and you're sitting there thinking that this relationship would be too inappropriate because of the position of authority but who knows? Maybe this guy is hot for teacher, I mean you're not ugly Derek by any means, I can't imagine how many hormonal teenagers think about you in that way." Derek gave her a disgusted face and put his open hand in front of himself to tell her to stop. She giggled and pressed on,

"You can't help who you like Derek. It's something you don't have control over so just go with it. See if this boy likes you the same way and if he does, test the waters because regardless of the fact that you are his teacher now, you won't always be. You're about five years older than him and if you guys were two years into the future, you wouldn't have thought twice about asking him out for coffee." She had been right there, if they had met outside of school, Derek probably would have asked Stiles out, no question.

"I also know this isn't just some whim either, for you to actually be thinking about repercussions of something like this means that you are serious about these feelings you're developing for him. You love your job and you're passionate about it and nothing would come close to ruining what you have if you didn't think you could get something just as good." Derek began to pick at his food at this point, losing his appetite due to the nervousness that was fluttering around in his stomach.

"I don't know Laura, it really dangerous of me to flirt with this idea, especially with someone younger and is probably straight to begin with." Laura sighed, reached over across the grabbed his hands, covering them with hers.

"I love you and all I want is for you to be happy. You're not stupid Derek so I know you'll make the best decision possible. If he is right for you, it'll work, you worry too much, just go with the flow." Go with the flow. That is a lot easier said than done. Derek smiled at her brightly, getting her to release his hands back to him. Although he wasn't quite convinced, Laura did give him something to think about for sure. A lot of this hypothetically relationship relied on Stiles and whether or not he was worth all the trouble.

A sudden squawk and the sound of someone falling to the ground turned his and Laura's attentions to the other side of the restaurant. Derek paled when he saw Stiles shoot directly up from off the floor, telling the people around him that he was completely fine, babbling nervously to everyone. Derek smiled slightly, thinking that Stiles babbling was entirely adorable.

Stiles had looked in Derek's direction, immediately locking eyes; he waved meekly before literally being dragged away by a strawberry blond who Derek assumed was Lydia.

"Who is that?" Laura asked, probably referring to the wave Stiles had sent their way.

"Stiles Stilinski, a student in my writing class." Derek said, trying to keep his voice as level as possible, trying not to give away the fact that Stiles was the student that had been talking about all dinner.

"Oh, is he hot for you or something?" Laura asked suddenly, making Derek choked slightly.

"Why?" Laura using her fork pointed in Stiles' direction

"He keeps looking over at us, staring at you." Derek couldn't help but turn around looking back in Stiles' direction. His eyes connected with Stiles and the boy immediately turned away, flushing red. Derek chuckled turning his head looking right by into Laura's accusing eye.

"That's him isn't it?" Derek opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"Oh. My. God. The Sheriffs son, I take it back, maybe you are kind of stupid." Derek just gaped at her.

"Says the woman who was telling me that I can't help who I liked," Laura laughed.

"Thought you said you weren't sure if you liked him or not." She teased. Derek couldn't help but look back at Stiles who seemed to be in the middle of telling a story, looking around at everyone, arm spread wide in front of him.

Looking back at Laura, Derek sighed trying to settle the butterflies that had taken over him stomach, it was almost nauseating.

"I'm screwed."

Before Derek knew it, he was sitting at his desk on Monday, waiting for Stiles to arrive. The rest of the weekend seemed to fly by, being locked in his cave grading papers. The one thing about being an English teacher that sucked was the amount of time it took to grade anything. It took forever to read and assign an appropriate grade because each paper was different.

He had honestly been so busy that he never really had a chance to think about his and Stiles' meeting after school. Now that Stiles would be here any minute, he felt like he was going to vomit at any moment. It made Derek uncomfortable, the fact that this boy, this young man who he didn't even know entirely could make him feel things that Kate took months to make him feel and even then never this strong. He was afraid of him putting himself in an awkward situation because he knew a wrong slip up could cost him his job. That's why he decided he had to make sure that today was strictly going to be able Stiles' writing and the extra assignments Derek had planned for him.

Derek heard someone clear their throat, looking up he saw Stiles leaning against the doorframe. He was wearing a small smile and it made Derek wonder how long he was actually standing there. He motioned for Stiles to come in and take a seat. This time Stiles took a seat from behind the students desk and right up to Derek`s desk, directly facing him. Derek didn`t say anything, just watched the boy rummage through his school bag

All of a sudden Stiles slammed a container full of celery, carrots and broccoli with a small container of what looked like dressing.

"Eat." Stiles commanded, giving Derek a sly grin

"If I say no?" Derek replied, using Stiles' line against him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Well, Mr. Hale, here is the issue. Telling you to eat these delicious vegetables was me only extending a courtesy to you. You see, I decided that if I was going to do these sessions, you're going to start to eat healthier. Either that or we stop them all together." Stiles smirked and Derek literally felt his blood rushing downwards, he could really get used to this demanding Stiles. He leaned forward grabbing the container.

"Seems like I have no choice, so what's first?" Derek asked and Stiles gave him a big grin.

"Celery is my favorite."

Things had been going well so far. They had been doing strictly what Derek had planned. He explained that once Stiles had completed the extra credit assignments and then the children's book, which should lead them up until Christmas, maybe afterwards. He would be free of Derek as long as he could keep up his participation and grades.

Stiles had to write three letters to people in his life, past, present and future. A descriptive essay to replace the one they have already done and a writing assignment of his choice. Stiles seemed surprised, expecting a much harder assignments. Derek told him he wasn't a slave driver but the fact he was doing all these extra hours in these sessions is also considered a part of the work.

"Have you made any progress on the romantic children's story yet?" Derek couldn't help but tease Stiles just a little bit. It was his way to see how Stiles reacted to him. He knew if there wasn't any interest Stiles would eventually get uncomfortable or stop returning fire.

"You know I did, I'm just trying to get around these lesbian sex scenes, it's kind of hard to do when you're trying to make a book for kids five years and older." Stiles smiled brightly making Derek return one just as bright.

"Well, let me see what you got." Derek asked, pointing towards Stiles' notepad. Stiles nodded, licking him lips nervously reaching for his notepad. Derek kept noticing how often Stiles licked his lips. The boy did it unconsciously and it brought so much unnecessary attention to those full red lips of his. Derek was really going there right now. Stiles licked his lips again, looking directly at Derek innocently not having any ideas what the young man was doing to him

"Snow white couldn't believe what was happening. Sleeping beauty was undoing her blouse, hands shaking with anticipation—"Derek cut Stiles off with a burst of laughter. The thing was, this was completely inappropriate but he couldn't help himself. He never thought Stiles would even go there but he did. Derek knows he should be mad and tell him that he was being inappropriate and this was not was not the type of relationship they should have or that this was a line he was crossing but Derek found it extremely endearing.

Derek and Stiles stopped laughing and Derek couldn't help but look into his eyes, almost molten, bright with tears, Derek felt his heart flutter.

"You do know that was extremely inappropriate." Derek said, trying to be serious but he could tell Stiles knew better.

"I know, I know, I just like—I like seeing you smile. Better than those grumpy looks you give me." Stiles was blatantly nervous now, face flushed and Derek felt his own palms start to sweat.

Stiles liked seeing him smile. Derek really couldn't do anything but smile in this moment.

"I don't give you grumpy looks." Derek said hotly. He knew he did, especially when he was in a bad mood and Stiles was trying his hardest to not do anything.

"Oh, please, I could actually feel your annoyance for me radiate from across the classroom." Derek was never really subtle, he knew that but in the classroom, he always tried to be in completely control, Stiles was more observant then Derek had thought he was. He wasn't so sure that was a good thing.

"Well maybe if someone actually wasn't trying his hardest to ignore everything I was saying, which by the way was completely obvious and actually pretend that he wanted to be here. Maybe he wouldn't get a scowl?" Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek at first thought it was childish but he quickly realized it was Stiles' way of mentally kicking himself, he tilted his head back and groaned a little.

"I want be here now. Does that count for something?" Stiles asked apologetically.

"Have I scowled at you lately?" Derek asked, attempting to scowl, making Stiles laugh.

"No, no you haven't." Stiles grinned. Derek figured it was about time they get back on track because he did have a job to do even though all he really wanted to do was banter back and forth with Stiles.

"So tell me about your actual progress. Not the lesbian porn you seem to write a lot of." Stiles laughed and scratched the back of his neck licking his lips, which Derek had learned was a nervous tick of Stiles', he seemed to have a lot of those and each one drove Derek crazy.

"As you know I was thinking something different. I decided that the creature will be a werewolf," Stiles waited to see Derek's reaction. Derek smiled and nodded.

"I-I-thought of the twist, the thing that sets it apart from other stories. I was thinking that maybe—the main characters, the main relationship would be been two—men." Derek didn't have a chance to process what Stiles had said before Stiles started to babble.

"I'm sorry, I know its pushing the boundaries but I sort of thought it was a good idea. I mean most tales always have a woman and a man but in this day in age it's not like that anymore. I don't want this to be a typical sexiest heterosexual relationship, which is what a lot of these tales these days have." Stiles let out a breath and Derek waited a few moments to see if Stiles was going to continue but Stiles sat awkwardly, fiddling with his hands avoiding eye contact with Derek

"I think that's a great idea." Derek smiled when he saw Stiles perk right up.

"Seriously? You don't think it would be gross?" Stiles said quietly and Derek gave him a disappointed look. Had Stiles been worried that Derek was some homophobic bigot?

"No, of course not! What makes you say that?" Derek wanted to set the record straight that he was not a judgemental person and obviously never had any problem with men being together with men.

It set Derek on edge a little just thinking that Stiles would be nervous or even afraid to express himself to Derek. Derek knew that he and Stiles didn't really know each other but Derek felt like he knew Stiles. As crazy as it sounded, he trusted Stiles; he had no idea why but the thought alone kind of scared Derek. Derek never trusted very many people; he could probably count on one or two hands, Laura being number one. Derek knew that he could tell Stiles his interest in men right now and Stiles would never breathe a word. The idea that he could put that on Stiles and know it would never cross the boy's lips again worried Derek.

"I just—I assumed and I know that do make an ass out of you and me—sorry, just me but no matter how progressive society is, not all men are comfortable with gay people, no matter how accepting they are. Not saying that I'm some closet case because I'm not, I just don't want this topic to make you uncomfortable." Derek didn't really understand what Stiles meant by not being a closet case. Does that mean he was gay and out? Or was he just straight and letting Derek know he wasn't gay?

"Stiles look at me," Derek waited for the boys eyes to reach his.

"I am one hundred and fifty percent okay with anyone's sexual orientation. 'Cause honestly, it's not really my business who you lay with at night but I commend you for wanting to work with this idea. It'll only been seen by me or the rest of the class if you choose to let it be read out loud, it's a great idea for equality." Derek watched Stiles eyes soften and literally fought the urge to pull him over the desk and hug him.

"Thanks, Mr. Ha—Derek." Stiles smiled softly, his name sounded so right coming from Stiles.

"I just read a lot of things about certain ideas or objects being gender specific: blue is for boys, pink is for girls, boys can't play with Barbies… different things like that. If I have ever have a son or a daughter, I don't want them to be limited to what they can do or achieve based on what society thinks is appropriate for them. If my son is gay or my daughter is a lesbian or likes both, I want them to know from the very beginning that these feelings are okay. I think that homosexual fairy tales, if you want to call it that will let children know that gay relationships are okay." Derek leaned back in his chair in awe because of this young man right now. Derek knows high school is a hard place to express yourself and let yourself be heard but Stiles seemed so passionate in what he believed, what he knew was right, it made Derek's heart quicken and his stomach twist.

Stiles came across much older that what he was. He wasn't selfish like a lot of people his age are. He was worried about people as a whole, making their life easier, to have more acceptance.

"Stiles," Derek said grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling numbers down on a piece of paper.

"I'm about to do yet another inappropriate thing teachers shouldn't do or allow but—here is my number." Stiles eyes widen as he slowly reached to get the paper from Derek's hands.

"If you ever need to anything, I want you to call me, text me even. If you ever run into trouble or anything like that or just want to talk, just dial the number and I'll be on the other line." Stiles nodded dumbly, folding the number carefully and putting it into his pocket.

"Other than this gay relationship, do you have any other plot ideas?" Derek asked, getting out his note book, jotting down a few things. He liked to take notes to keep everything straight in his head and it also tells him the kind of progress that he is making, gives something tangible to the parents when they come barking at his door.

"Well, like I said it was about werewolves but one in particular. I want him to be a loner, like a lone wolf. He experiences many hardships in his life, the death of his family, an evil hunter who took them away from him. I want this character to be dark, to suffer, to know what it means so when the time comes and this boy drags him out of the darkness and helps him really see the beauty of the world but accept its depths as well. To get the message through that it's normal to go through hardship and dark times, but there are always good times on the horizon and you're the one who ultimately decides to pick yourself up and live your life. That it's okay to be free of all the hate that surrounds you, guilt that you feel, to just be able to live your life." Stiles had stopped looking at his notes and just went with it. Derek had to quickly jot down Stiles' ideas and main points he wanted to cover. It seemed like an awful amount of work and a lot to try and get across but Derek knew if someone could do it, Stiles could.

"Would it sound lame if I said I am really excited to actually read this? This sounds amazing, like wow. I was expecting like a cliché kind of story but this is really dark and sounds really good. I like the contrast you're going to be doing on the light and the dark. There is a lot of complicated emotion in there, I just hope you can portray it in a way that your audience can actually understand what is happening." Stiles nodded and jotted something down on his paper. Derek looked up at the time and realized that they had been here for over an hour.

"Well Mr. Stilinski, I believe I have kept you long enough. Just let me know tomorrow morning in class when you want our next meeting to be." Derek watched disappointment flicker in Stiles' before he nodded and gather his things.

"I want you to try and brainstorm some names for this story of yours as well. I know sometimes it hard where you're just in the idea stage but you never know something might come to you." Stiles smiled and said goodbye to Derek and he walked out of the classroom.

Derek sighed and leaned back up against his chair. He knew he was in trouble, he was at the point of no return and it never really occurred to him that he should really turn around and walk away. He wasn't a fool to think Stiles was magically interested in him but despite his developing romantic feelings for the boy, he genuinely cared for him. Despite whatever transcends between them Derek wanted to make sure that he was happy and that he got what he deserved. Stiles was smart, really smart and is going to go a long way in life and Derek could settle for being a small stepping stone for this young man's journey.

As Derek gathered his things, he noticed his phone light up from the corner of his eye. Grabbing it he realized he didn't know the number but there was no doubt in who it was.

I don't need a couple of days! Sourwolf, that's what my story is called.

Derek smiled, Sourwolf, it was pretty clever, which is what he texted Stiles back. He immediately received a happy face in return.

By the time Derek had gotten to his car, his phone had gone off again,

I just wanted to say, Thank you for everything Derek. You're an amazing teacher; don't let badass students like me tell you otherwise.

Anytime. Derek replied, chuckling at the thought of Stiles being a badass.

Anytime.

Authors Note: …and that's all she wrote! Please review, any feedback would be amazing, thanks!