Derek's POV
Stiles had just head off to bed, good the boy needed sleep, he was surprised Stiles had even made half way to the campsite that day. Once again he proved to Derek that he could be just as resilient as the rest of the pack, and that's what Derek liked about him. His ability to keep up and bounce back. He also liked how Stiles interacted with his fellow pack members. The way he could stand up to Jackson, Erica and Derek himself, While at the same time being able to comfort Isaac when he got upset.
What really got him though was the way he commanded respect from everyone. Even Derek. Stiles would be a natural alpha if he was ever turned, and a damn good one too. He would also make a good mate. A pack mom. Derek knows it, he wants it, but he knows that if he so much as hinted his feelings for the boy that Stiles would throw his life away to fill the position. Stiles really was that selfless and maybe that's why Derek always found himself attracted to the him. He couldn't help it, he had fallen hopelessly in love with Stiles Stilinski. He took every opportunity to be close to him. Carrying him into the woods, lifting him up in the swimming hole, even carrying him in the woods when he hurt his ankle, which reminded him, he was going to rip that exact root out of the ground on their way back so it could never hurt Stiles again. Now he has to share a tent with him though. The tents small enough that they will be pressed against one another, thank god stiles can't smell arousal. He would never live it down.
"Derek" came Erica's voice, breaking through his deep thought in a way only she could.
"What is it?" came his reply, maybe a little bit more growl then needed.
"We are running low on fire wood, come get some with me" she said.
"Why not take Scott or Jackson or someone, I'm your alpha I do not take orders from my betas" he growled out. He didn't mean to be a dick but he just wanted some time to think to himself.
"Get your lazy ass up and come walk with me" She hissed out. "I don't think you'd want to have this discussion in front of the others" she said, it was barley a whisper but he could tell she was talking about a lot more then fire wood.
He nodded to her and she got up stalking off towards the woods, he fallowed right behind.
"What is this about" he snapped once they were out of earshot of the others, taking hold of her arm to spin her around.
"Your damn pinning" she snapped back. "I can't take anymore of your stupid love struck emotions pouring all over the campsite."
"What the hell are you talking about? Love struck emotions?" Shit. She was on to him.
"Don't even try denying it, I can smell it all over you. You have a hard on for Stiles and don't want to admit it because you know he will do anything for the pack" she said, voice taking a lower tone. Damn she was good, he forgot how much better she was at scenting though, almost better then himself.
"Whatever, and yes, you know he will be with me simply because it would improve the pack, I don't want to force him into that" he said, letting a note of defeat slip into his voice.
"Your such and idiot" she said, but there was no fire behind it. "You are more clueless then he is"
"Wait what?" she wasn't making any sense, what does she mean by 'more clueless then he is'? who was 'he'?
"Come one, don't tell me you haven't noticed" she continued. "He's all over you too, hell, he's more into you then you are into him"
"Now who's the idiot?" he spit back, there's no way that was true, Stiles had no reason to like him, he had to kidnap him just to make him go camping with him.
"Still you" she replied smirking. "But hey, if you want to be stuck pining after each other for the rest of your lives like love sick morons, be my guest" She said with a tone that said this conversation was over and headed back in the direction of the campfire. He fallowed 20 paces behind, trying to comprehend this new information.
Just a little taste of what's going on inside Derek's head. Ill be writing the next chapter or 2 tonight as well, I wont be able to publish until tomorrow afternoon though. What a crime*extreme sarcasm*.
