A/N: Okay then. I've heard a bunch of theories of how you think Derek and Stiles are going to meet again :) Well, wait no more.

Chapters will be updated weekly. Special warnings would be at the bottom notes of the chapters when needed.

Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 5

Little darling,

The smiles returning to the faces.

Little darling,

It seems like years since it's been here.

The sound of fried chicken hissing alarmingly in the pan made Sheriff Stilinski turn around in seconds while cursing under his breath as he took the pan off the stove and practically dropped it on the counter.

"Hot, hot-hot-hot! Damn it!" He flinched at the sight of the smoking burnt food, reaching for the wooden spoon and stirring the rice he attempted to cook. He turned everything off and placed the spoon back on the counter, pulling two plates out of the cupboard. He placed them on the table and put the bowl of fresh salad between them, eyeing his work with a tired sigh. Good enough.

Stiles' birthday was due in three days, and the Sheriff decided - as he did every year - to make the week before his son's birthday seem like a vacation. He cooked all of Stiles' favorite meals - or at least tried to, as it was Stiles who usually took care of food, and he ignored curfew and took days off to spend them with his son, and he smiled. All the time. That was Stiles' favorite part.

"Stiles!" The Sheriff called from the bottom of the stairs, placing his hand on top of the rail. "Dinner!" He heard some shuffling from upstairs and something hit the floor before Stiles' round, smiling face appeared and looked down at his father, and he ran down the stairs with a large grin.

What's for dinner? He signed quickly, sniffing the air curiously. The Sheriff shook his head.

"I tried making some rice and fried chicken but I think I kinda overcooked it." He said, scratching the back of his head with an awkward, tilted smile as they entered the kitchen, and Stiles stared at the almost burnt chicken.

It's lovely. He signed, his expression blank, and the Sheriff sighed.

"Sorry."

It's fine, dad. Stiles smiled at him, bringing his fist to his lips and sweeping it down briefly. I love it.

"You're just being awfully kind," The Sheriff smiled and sat down next to the table, waiting for Stiles to do the same. He filled their plates, watching as Stiles took the first bite. He seemed to have troubles chewing it, and the Sheriff chuckled at the frown his son wore as he fought his food, taking a bite as well. "My God, that's terrible...!" He laughed, and Stiles snorted into his plate, covering his mouth as he coughed and laughed and choked at the same time.

After that, that night quickly turned out to what seemed to be pizza night.

"Grab that box and put the records back in place, would you?" One of the twins, which Derek was now sure was Ethan - he was nicer than Aiden and not as cocky - asked as he picked up a box of his own, pointing his chin at the other that rested near the wall behind the counter. He was nice, Derek thought. And his smile was a wide and awkward one, and reminded him of that beautiful boy he kissed less than a week ago. Derek nodded, moving to take the box when a quiet ring sounded as the front door opened and closed.

"Ethan?" Derek called and gave the man who just entered a tiny, apologetic smile. "Costumer."

"Could you assist them?" Ethan poked his head fron behind one of the shelves, waving an 'Everly Brothers' record at them. "I kinda have my hands full here." Derek nodded again, and Ethan disappeared back.

"Can I help you with anything?" Derek asked, watching Sheriff Stilinski wander around the shelves.

"Yeah," He said as Derek quickly approached him. "My son is turning eighteen in a couple of days. I'm looking for something classic that would still be considered, um, 'young and hip' today, for him... could you...?" He smiled awkwardly around the words, aware of how ridiculous he sounded, and Derek could help but smile back, however faint that was.

"Sure." He nodded once and started walking along the rows slowly, pointing out records he thought would be interesting for an eighteen year old boy. "Michael Jackson? Kids still listen to him."

The sheriff shook his head. "I'm not so sure about that one." He said. "My son used to dance 'Thriller' as a kid, but that's about all the interest he ever showed." Derek chuckled, then hummed quietly to himself in thought, tapping at his elbow.

"Classic rock, maybe?" He suggested, pulling a few cases from the shelf behind him. "We have a few of the greatest hits. Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, Guns and Ro-"

"No, no." The sheriff waved his hand before sticking it in his jacket pocket. "Sorry." He muttered. "But my son likes... calmer music."

"Beethoven?"

"Not that calm."

"Okay then," Derek finally gave up and handed the sheriff a shiny record case of Abbey Road, smiling. "You can never go wrong with The Beatles."

Sheriff Stilinski took it with raised eyebrows, curiously flipping the case in his hands a few times before stopping to read the list of the songs. He smiled. "It's perfect." He told Derek, waving the record lightly. "Thanks, son."

"Anytime."

Dinner that evening was quiet.

Raphael was apparently in a sore mood, having had a long and stressful day at the station. He went on and on about how he had to work with Stilinski on some case, and how he couldn't stand the guy and his 'bossy attitude', as he put it. It made Scott frown and bury his face farther into his plate, silent and gloomy. Derek watched quietly. He couldn't exactly point out why, but the whole thing pissed him off. Somehow, the things their father said about Beacon Hills' sheriff upset Scott, and Derek was having none of it. He cocked an eyebrow, growling something about the sheriff being a good man. In his opinion, he really was.

Scott and Melissa flinched, as Rafe placed his fork down and stared at Derek with a sour expression, as if someone made him suck a lemon. Derek equally glared back, not saying another word.

Melissa coughed, breaking the silent fight, and started blabbing about her day at work, attempting to make light conversation. Scott tried to cooperated with her failed discussion, but all he managed to accomplish sounded awkward and nervous. It didn't work quite well, as Rafe simply turned to glare at his mashed potatoes instead of at his eldest son. But Derek appreciated the gesture the two made. He was really not in the mood for a fight.

That guy from the party... Derek couldn't think of anything else beside him. It was ridiculous, actually - he danced with him for less than twenty minutes, and they had barely talked at all. But his lips... his lips were soft and so sweet, and Made Derek long for more. He liked his eyes with their dark whisky color and the dark eyelashes that framed them so beautifully. He liked everything.

And yes, Derek had had experienced crushes before. Admittedly, it usually happened around girls, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to appreciate a good looking guy when he saw one. But this? This was the first time he felt more than simple attraction. When this boy looked down at him from his place up on that worn out balcony, Derek honestly thought he was gonna throw up. His stomach fluttered nervously and excitedly, making his heart beat faster than should be normal and his breath hitch.

And then... when he finally found him in the crowd, standing there by himself... Derek couldn't help it. He coaxed him into dancing with him, and they kissed. The most perfect first kiss. It was also the first time Derek ever kissed a guy... and it was amazing.

But then he left. No name, no clue of who he was or where could Derek find him. He needed to see him again - desperately - and the thought kept him so busy he couldn't help the grim expression he apparently wore every day since the spring party. One time Scott tried asking him what it was that was bothering him, but Derek was in a really bad mood at that moment, so he just growled at him and Scott never tried again.

His father's voice snapped Derek back to the present, and he looked up just in time to see Rafe excusing himself from the table. Scott muttered something about homework, and he was gone before anyone could say anything.

Melissa stood up. She started picking up the empty plates, and Derek quickly got up as well, hurrying to assist her. He grabbed some of the dirty dishes, following Melissa to the kitchen like a duckling following it's mother. He set them on the counter, and was just about to turn and go back to bring another round of dishes when a thin and slender hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. He blinked in surprise, staring right into Melissa's serious and warm brown eyes.

"Talk to me." She ordered with a frown and released his hand when she was sure he wasn't going to leave, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back against the counter.

"What." Derek was confused.

"Talk. To me." Melissa repeated slowly, as if he was an idiot. "Explain to me why are you walking around with a face like someone kicked your puppy?"

Derek shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Don't give me that emo crap, kid." She snipped. "I'm not in the right mood to coax it gently out of you. Tell me what's going on. Now."

Realizing he was not going to get out of this conversation easily without giving up some details, Derek sighed and pulled a chair, dropping into it as he waited for Melissa to join him. She did.

"It happened at the spring party." He admitted stiffly, staring at his knees. "I met someone. A really great someone. We kissed and danced together, but then he just... vanished, and now I can't get him out of my head."

"Him?" Melissa asked curiously. Derek nodded.

"Yeah. I've known for a while." He huffed an embarrassed laugh. "Anyway, he left before I could ask him what his name was. Melissa," He looked up at her, green eyes shinning in a way she'd never seen them before. "It felt amazing. And the way we kissed-" He smiled weakly at her softening expression, then frowned. "I swear it took barely twenty minutes, but I can't get him out of my head... dammit, that's really a whole new level of stupid." Derek growled, running a frustrated hand over his face. Melissa chuckled.

"Oh boy." She mumbled, shaking her head with a soft snicker. "You and Scott are the same this way. When that Argent girl moved here, he was constantly talking only about her. Allison here, Allison that... and now you." She gave him a warm smile. "It's not that stupid, sweetheart." Melissa said, gently placing her palm on his wrist. "Love at first sight is a beautiful and precious thing."

"...you make it sound worse."

"Well, but it is...! It's like a fairy-tale."

"Crap. I think I just lost a testicle..."

Melissa groaned. "Would you try and be serious about this?"

"I am serious. I really think I lost one-"

"Oh, shut up, you grumpy wolf."

"That's much better." Derek smiled. Melissa huffed a laugh as he got up, standing as well. She watched his retreating back as he walked out of the kitchen with a soft smile on her face, then turned around and went to finally wash the dirty dishes. The kids, she thought to herself with a heart a little bit lighter than before, Should be just fine.

Outside - just around the corner of the kitchen - another arm grabbed Derek's wrist for the second time today and pulled him aside, making him slide into the hall. There, Scott stood with a serious face and wide eyes, staring at Derek intensely.

"What now?" Derek growled.

"That boy you met!" Scott hissed in a hushed whisper, as if someone was listening. Derek rolled his eyes and straightened up.

"Really Scott. Didn't your mother tell you it is not polite to listen in on someone else's conversations?"

"What?" Scott paused, confused. "No, no! I mean, yes, I know it's not the nicest thing to do, but listen!" He almost called out loud, eagerly staring straight into his big brother's eyes, tightening his grip on Derek's wrist. Derek arched an eyebrow.

"...Go on?" He prompted.

Scott took a deep breath.

"I know who your Cinderella is...!"

Here comes the sun.

Here comes the sun.

And I say it's all right.

A/N: Song used: "Here Comes The Sun" / The Beatles.

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