Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
A/N: This was going to be a full story, but I couldn't think of a good place to take it. Other than the typical they fall in love and such. So I thought I'd just dump it in my 30 drabbles and ficlets.

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Derek had heard a lot about Stiles before he actually met him. He was friends with a lot of Stiles' friends and somehow they just kept missing each other. But he knew that Stiles' favorite color was red, his stuffed toy from a child was a wolf named Sourwolf based on his pinched expression, his dad was the Sheriff (and that didn't stop Stiles from getting into trouble), he was studying to be a paramedic specialist, he helped Scott out with him plumbing, he helped patch Jackson's roof, he was in the same math classes as Lydia for no other reason than he found it interesting, he helped Isaac get out of his father's house, and now Derek just found out that Stiles had baked the pie he was eating.

"Who is this guy?" Derek asked, his mouth full.

Erica shrugged, "It's just Stiles."

"Yeah." Isaac said, "Just Stiles."

Derek's fork waved in the air as he spoke, "But he seems to always be there for you, and be able to fix anything."

Isaac blinked, "He did fix my computer yesterday."

Derek pointed, as if to say 'see?'

Erica ran a hand through her hair, "Stiles is-" she paused.

"He's the type of person who can know a lot about one thing," Isaac started, "or a little about a lot of things." He shrugged, "He just decided to know about a lot of things."

Erica nodded, "It's weird that you've never met him." A gleam entered her eye, "We need to fix that. We can make a party out of it."

Derek glared at her, "No, none of your parties. I don't need to get arrested. Again."

She pouted, "Fine then. A little get-together."

Isaac grinned, "Yes. Let's do this!"

And that was how Derek found himself walking into Jackson's giant house for a get-together so that he and Stiles could meet. It almost felt like a blind date. Didn't help that he had a sort-of crush on Stiles, based on what the others have told him. And that made him feel like some sort of creeper, having feelings towards someone he hasn't even met.

And when he walked in, Derek saw everyone around a guy he didn't recognize. Of course he could only see the back of his head, but Derek was sure this was the infamous Stiles. Stiles' hands were moving and he was talking about something.

Allison looked past Stiles and nodded to Derek, and so he nodded back as he took off his leather jacket and hung it up.

Stiles must have noticed Allison's greeting, because he turned around and-

"Ge-" before Derek could get the rest of the name out, Stiles (really? He goes by Stiles now? Derek knew he never liked his name, but why Stiles?) is across the room with his hand over Derek's mouth.

"No, shhh. Der-bear, we never speak that name." Stiles hand is warm on his mouth, "When I take my hand away you won't call me by that name, but as the name I am known as forever more. Stiles." His eyes got big at the end and Derek nodded.

Stiles nodded back and stepped back, "Sorry, 'bout that." He glanced down at his hand, "I think I got pizza sauce on your face, Der-bear."

"What the hell is going on?" Scott asked.

Scott speaking up apparently was the signal for everyone to talk at once.

"Der-bear?" "Wait, 'Stiles' isn't your name? What's your name?" "You guys know each other?" "I'll lick the pizza sauce off. What?"

"If I have to call you Stiles," Derek started and pointed at him, "Stop with the Der-bear."

Stiles nodded, "We have an accord."

Lydia walked up and pushed them apart before Stiles could spit into his hand and make Derek shake on their accord. "I was under the impression you didn't know each other."

"Same." Stiles nodded.

"I didn't think I knew him." Derek said, defensively. "He goes by 'Stiles' now. How was I supposed to know that?"

Lydia frowned, "How do you know each other."

"He's my big brother." Stiles said with a shrug. At everyone's blank and confused stares, he continued, "Part of the Big Brother Big Sister program? My dad enrolled me after mom died and I got paired with with Derek here." He reached over and slapped Derek in the chest, "And then stuff went down and he left town-" he chuckled "Heh. Rhyme. Anyway, we lost touch."

"Lost touch?" Jackson scoffed.

"Yeah, jerk-face." Stiles rolled his eyes, "It's something that happens.