Derek

Derek wasn't surprised that Stiles hadn't said anything to him over the past weekend. But from what he could get out of Scott, Stiles had handled the news well and had been researching a lot about werewolves. Which really didn't surprise him, he just wished that Stiles would talk to him.

It was now Wednesday and they were sitting in Jennifer's office. Well, if you could call it that. The place had been turned into a pigsty. It was also five minutes into the session and she hadn't said anything either.

"Uh, Jennifer." Stiles asked, "What happened to your office?" But his question goes unanswered and for the first time Stiles actually looked over at Derek with an unsure look.

"Oh right." Jennifer said when she realized she wasn't alone, "Sorry forgot that you two were here." Derek could tell something was off about her, but he couldn't exactly figure it out, "I wanted to talk about what happened at the rally before the weekend."

Stiles released a groan, "What did I do now this time?"

"It's actually what you both did." She replied. Which immediately caught Derek's attention.

"What exactly did we do?" Derek asked her.

Jennifer lets out a laugh, "You two really don't know, do you?" She looked between the two of them, "You two, the worst couple in this whole assignment, stood-up for each other. Maybe not in the most appreciate way," Derek noticed her eyeing Stiles, "But nonetheless, you helped out the other. I must say. I'm quite I'm impressed. I really didn't expect it coming from the both of you." She said with a smile.

"Well, uh thanks. I guess?" Derek said not quite sure what to say. He learned that Druids were temperamental creatures.

"Well, it was a one-time thing Jennifer." Stiles spoke, "I don't really see why it's such a big deal."

"And there Stiles is a complete lie." Jennifer said knowingly, "You also helped Stiles after the tryouts, didn't you?" She questioned looking at Derek. Derek knew what she was getting now. She was about to do the same thing Laura did to him.

"Jennifer, no offense, but you're sounding like a stalker." Stiles told her.

"Actually, in case you didn't notice my office window faces the lacrosse field." Jennifer said cheekily. Derek just wanted to go.

"I get a feeling this isn't over." Stiles told her.

"Well, it is." Jennifer said, completely surprising him. "I just wanted you two to know how well you have improved."

Once they got in the hall and walked to class. "Well, that was weird." Derek said to Stiles, hoping that he would at least talk to him.

"I had weirder." Stiles joked at him, "I swear, I thought she was going to start vomiting rainbows."

"I think we make a pretty good team." Derek found himself saying.

"Yeah, I think we do too." Stiles agreed automatically and fell silent.

"Scott, told me you handled the whole werewolf thing pretty well." Derek said to him.

"Yeah, well with everything you had told me I figured I need to do some research on my own," Stiles explained to him, "But there is one thing that concerns me."

"What's that?"

"The squad and everything." Not what Derek was expecting, but it was something, "She can't kick me off can she?" For reason that just made Derek laugh. "Oh don't laugh at me. With everything going on. I have a right to know."

"Oh there is no way Kate will." Derek assured him, "Especially, if she wants the squad to go to regionals. Good thing you got that wrist brace from the doctor's."

"Joy." Stiles replied sarcastically.

Derek looked at him for a moment, when the smell of dread hit his senses, "So you were hoping to find an out on the squad." Derek realized, "What happened to that dedication?"

Stiles made a snarling noise at him. Which Derek had to admit was good for a human, "Well, first off the chick hates me."

"If anything she probably hates me." I tell her.

"I really don't see why." Stiles said as if he wasn't actually thinking about it, "You're such a nice guy."

For reason that made Derek feel that same feeling he felt every time he was around Stiles, "Well, does someone have the hots for someone else?" Derek picked at him, causing Stiles' face to turn a tint of red.

"You know what. I won't even answer that because the comeback will be too much for you to handle." Stiles countered, when they finally reached their homeroom. But Derek could smell the emotion rolling off of Stiles.

"Not like I can't smell your emotions or anything." Derek said to him.

"We are not having this conversation." Stiles told him just as the bell rang and class began. An hour later as the bell signaled for class to be over Stiles leaned over the walkway of the desks and said. "I will deny everything. Admit nothing. Demand proof."

Stiles

"I don't know where that idiot got that idea from." Stiles ranted, "What an egotistical manic and here I was thinking he was different."

"Oh yes cause he is Mr. Head-up-his-ass." Scott replied easily.

"Are you being sarcastic with me?" Stiles asked getting out his book for class.

"Very." Scott said, "You know we can smell emotions and hear heartbeats right?" Scott reminded him.

"Oh please don't remind me." Stiles begged his friend. Just as Lydia, Jackson, Isaac, and Allison appeared by his locker.

"Don't remind you of what?" Lydia feigning stupidity, "About your blossoming crush on Derek Hale?"

"Oh god, please don't." Stiles begged. The last thing he wanted was for Lydia to get involved. She was scarier when she was playing matchmaker.

"Actually please do," Jackson told his girlfriend, "I could smell the pining from across the field."

"Shut it Whittemore." Stiles deflected.

"Having a werewolf as a boyfriend has its advantages." Allison teased as well. Stiles was thinking that maybe he should find a couple of non-supernatural friends at this point. But for once, luck was on his side and it saved him from being harassed any farther by having the bell ring on them, "I'll see you later." Allison told Scott as she kissed him on the cheek, "And you." She pointed at Stiles, "Don't do anything stupid like that again."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah get in line." Allison flashed him a smile and walked away. Which just left him with two werewolves staring right at him, "Oh shut up."

"We didn't say anything." Isaac said clearly not hiding the smirk on his face.

"I'm going to look for new friends." Stiles claimed to them as he walked away from them.

"Liar!" Scott called after him.

When Stiles arrived to the squad practice he immediately went straight to Kali apologizing for what happened, "It's no big deal. I'm just glad no one was hurt. Well, you already were and-" She stumbled over words.

"It's fine and I promise next time I'm injured I'll let someone know." Stiles assured her.

"You know. Unless your pride gets in the way." Derek said coming from behind him.

"Ugh, don't talk to me." Stiles said leaving him with a smile and walked to the bleachers and sat down to put on the brace. However, Derek followed him, "Careful, remember Jennifer's office has eyes." Stiles warned him. Derek remained silent as he placed himself right next to Stiles, "Did you need something or did you want to harass somebody?" Stiles asked him as struggled to put the brace on.

"I see you're struggle with that."

"So are you going to help or watch?"

"Is that your way of asking?"

"Yes."

Stiles was in a sticky situation, "Uh-uh, no way." He protested. He was currently standing on Derek's hands in the air. Really Stiles needed learn how to use the word "No" again.

"Oh come on." Derek pressed to him, "Trust me."

Since Stiles couldn't spot or lift anyone up, his spot was changed from the ground to in the air. Again he really should learn how to use the word "No."

"It's bad enough that my balance sucks as it is," Stiles said to him, "But there is no way in hell you will be throwing me up in the air." Stiles informed him, "I'm not Elphaba. I'm not Defying Gravity."

"How else do you expect to get down?" Derek countered.

"I don't know a ladder." Stiles replied easily, causing Derek to laugh and Stiles feeling his balance shifting. "Hey hey hey! No moving." Stiles ordered.

"Look, Stilinski as much as I love to hold you up all day. My arms are getting tired." Derek informed him, "I'm throwing you up."

"Oh God please don't!" Stiles whined.

"Too late."

Stiles was now in the air. There was nothing under him and he was close to ready to freak out. It wasn't the height he really had a problem with.

The scary part was the sensation of going down, "I gotcha!" Derek assured him.

"You better!" Stiles told him as he closed his eyes and did a spin that was he supposed to do in mid-air.

Just when Stiles thought he was about ready to hit the ground, he felt strong arms catch him. He could hear Derek laughing as he opened his eyes, "I told you to trust me." Derek said teasing him.

"Well, for a second there I thought there was going to be a repeat of what happened in the gym." Stiles shot at him.

"Hey, I said I was side-tracked."

"And so conveniently you caught me at the last minute then."

"But since then we have made so much progress."

"You're right." Stiles agreed.

"Good. Now that that's out of the way let's do it again." Derek said, before putting Stiles on back on his feet.

"I rather not."

"That's fine." Derek told him, "But over the winter break you're mine." He informed Stiles giving him a wolfish grin.