He's Waiting for Someone so You keep Him Company

After the party Danny was positive he wouldn't see Stiles again for a really long time. They led different lives and it was almost impossible for their lives to cross paths. Their only common link was Derek. It was a strong link considering they're both friends with him but Derek doesn't do hang outs. He doesn't go to get-togethers as well. So his chances of seeing Stiles were slim. If he knew that he'd see Stiles again, despite the odds, then he would have spent more time on his appearance before going out on a Thursday, three weeks after the party. It was his day off. Suddenly feeling like getting a coffee and eating cake, Danny pulled on a pair of slippers and grabbed his wallet and keys. He left the apartment in a black T-shirt and blue checkered pajama pants. The café was five blocks away so he didn't see the point in getting dressed properly. The employees there know him well enough to welcome him to the café as is. However, he soon realized it wasn't the employees he needed to worry about. It was the young man sitting at the back of the café with a book and a large cup of coffee. Danny immediately recognized him as Stiles. Without thinking, Danny ignored the baristas and headed straight for Stiles.

"Such a surprise seeing you here," he said on a whim. Stiles' head jerked up in surprise. The young man peered at him then smiled welcomingly.

"Danny!" He almost cheered.

"May I?" Danny gestured to the empty chair.

"Of course," Stiles offered it willingly. Danny pulled it out and sat down. Stiles closed the book he was reading and turned his undivided attention to Danny. His heart soared as Stiles gave him a patient smile. It was more than he could have asked for from a simple walk to get coffee. In fact, seeing Stiles was already a miracle in the making.

"So do you live around here?" Danny asked once he was comfortable in the metallic chair. He looked away for a minute to catch the eye of one of the baristas. She smiled back at him when he waved and lifted a finger and mouthed the word "coffee". She nodded; message received. Danny turned back to Stiles.

"I don't live around here, actually." Stiles said.

"Oh? Then pray tell what are you doing around here?" Danny leaned forward. He added a soft purr to his voice. Stiles giggled in response.

"I'm waiting for Derek." Stiles' words were cold water that cascaded down Danny's head and seeped into his pores. He was disappointed that Stiles was waiting for Derek. He was hoping he was here by chance, alone. However Danny remained all smiles on the outside. He peered out the window at the tall glass building that was three blocks away. That was his building, his company.

"Derek sure is a lucky man, to have a friend as patient as you." Danny commented Stiles. The young man giggled once more.

"Try bored out of my mind." Stiles rolled his eyes. "He told me he would be done with work at twelve; said something about today being his half a day. However when I show up, he's still working. He had his head buried in a fat folder and rushing through the office like fire was eating at his heels. I tried to follow him and ask him what was going on but no! I can't ask a simple question because apparently I'm distracting him from an emergency! How distracting is it for him to just simply tell me that we couldn't leave yet because he needed to take care of emergency business? Apparently it's rocket science because he screams at me and forces me to sit in his office. He even tried to lock the door! That bastard! However I was smart. The minute I heard the words 'emergency meeting', I high tailed it out of there. There was no way I was sitting there twiddling my thumbs while Derek has a meeting. I know all about Derek's meetings. They go on forever. So I grabbed a book off his shelf and declared that I am waiting for him here." Stiles pointed down at his lap at the end of his rant.

Danny's eyes were wide with wonder. He knew that Stiles was capable of talking for a long time but it was still surprising to hear him talk. Once again he studied his facial expressions, wondering how he wasn't choking for breath or how his face stayed so pale without a tint of pink. It was fascinating to Danny. He laughed when Stiles scowled and drank his coffee.

"Well, Stiles, if you don't mind, I'll keep you company until Derek shows up." Danny suggested. He leaned back as the barista came over with his cup of coffee. She set it down before turning to return to her post. Stiles' eyes widened.

"You'd really do that?" He asked in surprise.

"Of course, why not, it's my day off and I don't have anything to do. We'll save each other from boredom." He stirred his coffee before taking a careful sip. It was scalding hot. Stiles smiled brightly and reached over the table to grab onto Danny's hands. He clasped them between his and squeezed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you; you're a life saver!" He exaggerated. Danny laughed loud and deep. Stiles was definitely an interesting person.

"You're welcome." Danny said. Stiles released his hands and returned to his seat. His smile was wide and excited.

"So!" He shouted but shrunk in himself when half the café looked their way. Danny chuckled. "So, tell me about yourself Danny. I didn't get a chance to hear about you at your party."

"That's right, how are you feeling? Derek texted me that you weren't feeling well," Danny remembered. Stiles waved at him dismissively.

"That was nothing. My stomach probably had too much gas and he freaked out. The Sourwolf could be paranoid from time to time." Stiles rolled his eyes. Danny nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you're ok. I wouldn't know what to do if my champagne had somehow caused you to suffer illness." Danny joked.

"If it did, you would have heard from my lawyer weeks ago." Stiles joked back. Danny arched a teasing brow. He leaned back.

"Anyway, tell me about you," Stiles rerouted their conversation.

"What do you want to know?" Danny asked happily.

"Are you native to Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked as a starter question.

Danny nodded. "I am."

"Really? How come I've never seen you before? Surely we would have gone to the same high school at least." Stiles grew more curious. Danny hummed as if in thought then leaned forward.

"I'll tell you something interesting." He whispered. Stiles leaned forward. "I'm actually a genius with an IQ of one-eighty." (I know it's probably not true but this story is AU so roll with it!)

"… You're shitting me!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Nope, I'm not. I skipped a couple of grades and went straight for college. I've been working since I was sixteen." Danny felt pretty good about himself. He grinned wide and raised his chin high.

Stiles clapped his hands in awe. The sound was soft, almost quiet, but it fueled Danny's pride none the less. He felt more confident than he's ever felt before.

"My turn, what's your favorite food?" Danny asked suddenly.

"Oh? We're playing twenty questions?" Stiles asked.

"I figured it would be a good way to learn more about each other." Danny explained. "Unless you don't want me to know, I understand if that was the case."

"No, it's not that. I just wasn't aware you were interested." Stiles took a sip of his coffee. It probably had gone cold, judging by the slight disgust Stiles showed after sipping it. Without a word, Danny offered his cup of coffee. Stiles stared at it. Danny jerked it forwards, slightly aggressive in insisting he take it.

"I can afford another one," he said when Stile still didn't take it. "I insist." He added. Stiles was still hesitant about taking it but he slowly wrapped his hand around the cup. Their fingertips touched and Danny's heart soared for the stars. He wrenched it back down though. He wasn't in the all clear yet. Stiles wasn't his. Until Stiles was his, he can't allow himself to get carried away. He needed to be calm and precise if he wanted Stiles.

"Thanks," Stiles blew into the cup before taking a sip. He moaned at the deliciousness. Danny turned around to signal the barista for another cup of coffee. She smiled and raised her hand, telling him that she got his order. He turned back around.

"No problem, I wouldn't want you drinking cold and stale coffee." Danny winked. Stiles blushed. He hunched over the cup and took tiny tentative sips. Danny fought against the widest smile he knew was struggling to spread across his lips. The barista appeared by his side with another cup of coffee.

"Thank you," he smiled at her politely.

"Don't forget to pay." She sang with a wink. Danny laughed. Stiles arched a brow.

"You always forget to pay?" Stiles asked.

"No, I never forget to pay. She just gets anxious." Danny stirred his coffee with the little red straw that she placed in it. Stiles didn't look convinced but let it go.

"You haven't answered my question." Danny pointed out.

"The one about food right?" Stiles asked.

"Yep, that's the one." Danny crossed his leg and leaned heavily onto the table.

"I don't really have a particular favorite… hmm… I guess pizza?" Stiles didn't sound so sure. "I practically grew up on it until I learned how to cook."

"You know how to cook?" Danny asked. Stiles wagged a finger at him.

"Uh-uh-ah," he said teasingly. "My turn," he breathed out. That tone of voice sent a vibe straight through Danny's stomach and landed in between his legs. He pressed them tighter together in hopes it would go away. He didn't need to embarrass himself. He took calming but silent breaths to cool his heated blood.

"What was your first impression on Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Derek?" Danny choked. His problem solved immediately with a death threatening dose of freezing cold ice water dumped on his heated senses.

"Yes," Stiles took another sip of coffee.

"Well," Danny didn't want to answer that question. He didn't want to talk about Derek while he was trying to score himself a boyfriend. Talking about Derek was definitely not the way to go. However Stiles looked genuinely interested. His eyes were wide with attention and his fingers curled tight around the cup of coffee as he waited for Danny to answer his question. "My first impression on Derek was that he was a jerk." Danny couldn't help but speak the truth.

Stiles burst out laughing. He threw his head back and laughed loud to the ceiling. Then he jerked forward and his eyes were glowing with amusement.

"I knew it! Everyone says that! That brood is never going to change." Stiles said fondly.

"I didn't really mean anything by what I said. I only thought that because when we offered him a seat, he told us he'd much rather stand and did so throughout the entire interview." Danny explained. Stiles' eyes bugged before he laughed even harder.

"Man, this is priceless. I remember that day. Derek wouldn't tell me anything about the interview. No matter how hard I pressed. I tried all sorts of ways to get him to talk but he wouldn't!" Stiles clutched his belly.

"I can understand that." Danny chuckled at the memory. He couldn't believe he still remembered after this long. "We asked him all sorts of questions ranging from professional to his personal life. He was unwilling to give the personal details but we let it slide. We only wanted to get to know him better. I think we made him uncomfortable. I remember during the end of the interview, one of the board members asked him if he was married or single. Derek stayed silent for a moment then just left." Danny wondered for a moment what that was about.

"Yeah, Derek's strange like that. I don't understand why he can't just answer simply. He over thinks things and then all sorts of problems arise from it. I can't count how many times I had to clean up after him because of his stupid habit. You know, I told him before that interview to stick to simple and honest truths. I said 'simpler the better; don't over think it because the answers are always simple'. I'm guessing he didn't listen?" Stiles looked to Danny for confirmation.

Danny shook his head. "Actually, I think he did. Most of his answers were two or three words. We had to ask him to elaborate a few times because he answered a question that required him to think with two words."

A smile spread across Stiles' lips. It was a smile of fondness and happiness. Danny cocked his head to the side as he tried to understand why Stiles would have that kind of expression. It didn't seem to fit into their conversation. Danny took a sip from his coffee. Stiles looked out the window and the smile widened. He jumped up suddenly and charged for the door. Startled, Danny stood as well. He turned to see what caught Stiles' attention. His stomach dropped once he saw Derek walk into the café. Stiles stopped right in front of him. They exchanged words before Derek looked his way. Danny waved and convinced himself he was happy to see Derek. A smile spread across his lips as a result. Derek walked forward with Stiles by his side.

"Danny," Derek nodded.

"Derek," Danny nodded back.

Stiles stared at them. "You two are weird." He commented before picking up his book and the coffee that Danny gave him.

"I'll wait in the car, Stiles." Derek said as he turned. He nodded good bye to Danny before leaving.

"Well, thank you for keeping me company." Stiles reached out a hand for Danny to shake. It seemed weird but Danny latched on. It was a chance to touch Stiles.

"You're welcome, any time you need me as company just have Derek ring me up." Danny winked. Stiles laughed.

"Bye," he released Danny's hand and made for the door. Danny was reluctant to let him go. However he did. It would seem abnormal for him to hold onto Stiles. He watched the door close behind Stiles. He turned when Stiles disappeared at the corner of the front of the shop. Stiles' back faced the window as he crossed the street to Derek's car. Derek was already inside with the engine running. Stiles opened the passenger door and slid inside. He was smiling and talking while pulling on his seat belt. Derek said something back before pulling away from the curb and disappearing from Danny's view. Danny huffed in disappointment. He was hoping Derek would have taken longer but of course, today was the day Derek decided to not take forever to conclude a meeting. Why couldn't the guy just work with him?

Danny picked up the two remaining cup of coffee on the table and dumped them out in the garbage. There wasn't a point in staying if Stiles wasn't around. He approached the counter. The barista slapped his receipt on the counter. Her eyes steadily trained on his as she waited for him to pay. He pulled his wallet out while eying the cakes. A tingling settled on his throat as his eyes caught one of the slices of strawberry mouse cake. He licked his lips when his eyes landed on the chocolate cake next to it. Then he arched a brow; why not? It was his original plan. He turned a blinding smile at the barista.

"Actually, can you add one of each cake and another large cup of coffee to the bill?" He pointed to the miniature cakes sitting inside the glass refrigerator. The barista nodded eagerly before packing his order and handing it off to him. He slapped a hundred on the counter.

"Keep the change." He said before carrying the gigantic box and his coffee out of the café. He swore he heard the barista squeal.

A/N: Soooo… I don't think that was my best work. Honestly I wasn't sure where this was going. I wanted to write something else but I felt like this should come first.

The original person who requested this fic is no longer my friend. I feel that I should inform my readers of that just in case someone gets any ideas. I am not continuing this fic as some secret code for wanting to be friends again. There is no desire to reconcile what so ever. I don't want to leave my other readers hanging in disappointment. Don't try anything, don't even think about anything, and just leave me alone.

My other readers, I will continue this fic. I already have the ending planned. In fact, I'm so well planned that I wanted to write a later chapter instead of this chapter. (XD) But I knew this one had to come first so please do review and tell me what you think!