This is it, guys. Thanks to those who read, reviewed, alerted, and favorited this story. You guys are awesome.
I am thinking about starting another story, but I'm not sure if I should or not. Maybe if I get enough interest I'll consider it.
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Stiles checked his watch, letting out a gust of air. It was nearly eleven, had he gone to school he would most likely be getting harassed by Harris right now. A part of him was actually glad he skipped today. Now he just had to think of a lie to tell his father when he eventually woke up, but Stiles was figuring the fact that he only gotten two hours of sleep (on top of many sleepless nights) would convince the older man that he was sick. But that wasn't his main concern, so he let it go for the time being.
He leaned back in his desk chair, letting his eyes settle on the still slumbering werewolf. He was being creepy, watching the older man sleep, but it served him right. Derek wasn't exactly innocent in the creepy department. There were a few times Stiles noticed him standing outside the school, hands buried in his coat pockets, just watching the building. He may have been keeping an eye on Scott (and making sure Jackson didn't spill their secret), but it wasn't any less creepy.
The main reason Stiles had taken a page out of Derek's book was because he was worried. He figured the werewolf would be awake by now. Stiles hadn't exactly been very quiet when he woke up. He had tripped over his shoes, crashed into his desk, and swore loud enough to cause the werewolf to twitch. But other than that, he had yet to wake up. Stiles just hoped that medication hadn't screwed him up somehow (or screwed him up more than he already was). He didn't need that on his already burdened conscience.
It was bad enough he had to listen to Derek spill his secrets, secrets Stiles had no business knowing. The Adderall had been a truth serum of sorts, dragging everything out of the older man, and, last night, he hadn't seemed to care that he had said any of it. Now, if he remembered the night before, he was going to be mortified and no doubt attempt to kill Stiles. And the kicker, it was all Stiles' fault.
Derek twitched again, and Stiles leaned forward, watching him cautiously. The werewolf twitched a second time, burying his head under the pillow. "Derek," the younger guy said softly. "Derek, you awake?" Derek groaned, trying to burrow deeper under the pillow. Stiles would have laughed, had he not been afraid for his life. Instead, he let his elbows rest on his knees and waited for the werewolf to open his eyes.
It was another few minutes before Derek sat up, squinting against the onslaught of sunlight pouring in from the window. "Shit, sorry," Stiles said springing to his feet. He brought the blinds down, sending the room into semi-darkness. "You good now?" he asked turning to look at the werewolf. Derek's dark hair was messier than usual, his usual scowl replaced by confusion.
"Where am I?" he asked slowly, looking around the room, ignoring Stiles' question. Realization dawned on him before the younger guy could say anything. "Your place? How'd I get here?"
"Me," Stiles replied softly, knowing the werewolf could hear him.
"Why?"
"Um…" Did he lie? He could try, but his heartbeat would give him away. Plus, Derek could easily remember when he woke up a little more, making Stiles' lies obsolete. The younger guy was up shit creek without a paddle. It also didn't help that he didn't even want to attempt to lie. This was his fault, he should tell the truth, but Derek could easily kill him.
"Okay, it's my fault," Stiles heard himself say. It seemed his conscience got tired of waiting for him to make a decision. "I wanted you to go to sleep, so I slipped some Adderall in that coke you drank…"
"What?" Derek snapped his face contorting into a murderous glare. It wasn't lost on Stiles that he hadn't attempted to get up, but if his look said anything, he had just killed the younger guy several different times, in several different ways, in his head.
"I am so, so, so, so, so sorry, and you probably want to kill me right now." Stiles backed up, putting the chair between Derek and himself. "B-but remember, my dad is just down the hall, so killing me just isn't worth it. I mean, you won't even get time to celebrate, you know, unless you jump out the window before…" Stop, Stiles, you're giving him ideas.
Derek was still glaring at him, but he still hadn't moved, and Stiles was wondering what he had planned. Maybe he was going to wait until they were completely alone to rip his head off.
"L-look, I'm going to," Stiles crashed into his closed door, jumping, "go and make you something to eat. T-toast sound good?" Derek didn't answer one way or another. "Okay, toast it is. Do you like jelly? Butter? Anything?" Derek's body moved towards the edge of the bed. "I-I'll figure it out," Stiles said opening the door.
He backed out of the room, closing the door just as a pillow flew at it. He wasn't aware something so soft could make that kind of noise when it met wood.
When Stiles returned to his room, carrying a plate stacked high with toast, he found Derek lying on his bed again, his head buried under the pillow he hadn't thrown. He stiffened when Stiles entered the room, and if the younger guy wasn't mistaken, he growled.
"Hey, buddy, here's you toast," he said setting the plate on his desk. "I-I'll just leave it..."
"You know what I really want, Stiles," Derek responded softly, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Cake," Stiles muttered and Derek picked his head, giving him a questioning glare. "Sorry. What?"
"To be left alone."
"O-okay," Stiles said moving towards the door again. "I'll just go..." He had one foot outside the door when Derek called his name. "Yeah?"
"If you ever drug me again, I'll kill you," the older man threatned, burying his head under Stiles' pillow again.
"Gotcha," Stiles stated nodding, closing the door behind him. As he slowly head back down the stairs, he couldn't help thinking: Sober Derek is definitely back.
The End...