They just stood there, again, looking at each other.

'So are we getting this done?' Derek asked.

The loft seemed even emptier than it was 10 minutes ago, how was it possible that the loft was so empty when they were both there filling a small space in the loft?

'Look, Derek, you see I'm fine being normal boring me,' Stiles announced 'totally fine, 100% in fact, why can't I just stay normal and y'know, human'.

'Because it's getting more and more dangerous for normal people and I can't see you getting hurt again.' Derek replied.

'It's not any more dangerous than yesterday, you're just being stupid'

Stiles tried to convince not only Derek but himself. He knew that Beacon hills was getting more dangerous. He just didn't want to admit that he was scared to Derek, he wanted to play the brave wounded soldier and he didn't really understand why. It was only Derek, no one that special.

'Stiles, don't do this to me again, we can't go on denying that this town is going to get worse and worse.' Derek harshly spat 'Especially now that Scott is an alpha, it's like he is a beacon for the supernatural' Derek looked emotionally drained; he looked like he was on the brink of actually showing some sort of emotion.

'So,' Stiles started 'is there a painless option if you do the whole, scratches and the biting thing or do they not teach you that at werewolf school?'

'STILES.' Derek screamed.

'Sorry, I thought I could just, erm, lighten the mood.'

Stiles shrugged fear still remained in his eyes even though he was half laughing. Raising his eyebrows and shoulder trying to gauge what to do next, trying to figure out how pissed off Derek was at him.

'You know what Stiles, fuck you!' Derek's eyes started to turn red with anger, why did he really think a joke would lighten the mood of a change process, Derek thought.

They both stood in the same spot that they had for the last 20 minutes, until Stiles went to leave the loft. He started to walk over to the elevator and because the loft was so big it took a while for him to reach the lift. Longer than he expected. The dramatic walk away wasn't as, well, dramatic. Derek bounced heavily along the floor at pace, to try catch up to Stiles who was nearly at the elevator, he managed to catch up to Stiles and grabbed his arm and pulled him in to a tight embrace feeling sorry for Stiles. He didn't mean to get angry at him, it just sort of happened. Stiles should know not to piss of a werewolf with anger issues.

'I'm sorry okay.' Derek chanted over and over until Stiles relaxed. 'I don't want to see you get hurt, I just want you to be okay, and I need to know you're okay. This is the only way I know to keep you safe.'

'Okay.'

Stiles slumped into Derek a little more. He felt at home and more comfortable than ever.

Derek let go of Stiles and grabbed hold of his hand. He dragged Stiles over to the metal clad units in the kitchen area and started to look in the cupboards, trying to find something. Stiles didn't know what, probably a knife, probably something to harm him before the change. Much to Stiles' surprise it was bottles of liquor, many bottles of liquor. Stiles became more and more confused when Derek got glasses of different sizes out, 2 of each. Shot glasses, beakers, tumblers. Derek started to fill them with all sorts.

'Here take this' Derek handed Stiles one of the two shot glasses filled with a clear liquor, vodka. 'Drink it.'

'What?' Stiles questioned.

'Drink it, it'll take the pain away in a moment' Derek said monotonously 'you're going to need all the help you can get to make sure this doesn't hurt to bad'

'I'm 18 Derek' Stiles stated, staring at the shot with eyes filled with inquisition 'this is illegal, and my dad is the sheriff, remember. I can't be going around the town wasted, it would make him look bad'

'And? You're in my loft remember' Derek countered.

'That's not the point Derek' Stiles said whilst turning away and sneering.

'Then do you want the change to hurt?' Derek questioned Stiles.

'No, but I'm still only 18' Stiles retorted.

'That hasn't stopped you at all the parties that you, Scott, and the others seem to go to all the time'

Derek pushed another drink in Stiles' direction.

After much deliberation and stalling, Stiles took the shot to his lips. He held it there for a second and tipped the rim and let the liquid hit his mouth. Keeping it there for a second before having the sharpness cut his throat as it went down. Stiles winced as it went down, remembering all his bad experiences with vodka.

Why was he doing this again?

He tried to maintain a straight face, who was he kidding. He reached out and grabbed the second drink noticing that Derek had already downed both drinks. Stiles quickly downed the second and then third.

After around 8 drinks Stiles started to feel it hit him, his head started to feel fuzzy and his body felt a warmth throughout him. Derek smirked at him, he knew that Stiles was getting more, and more drunk.

This was Derek's chance he needed to change him quick, just so he didn't feel anything. All he needed to do was to scratch him or bite him maybe both whilst he was in werewolf form.

They (Scott and Derek) had been debating who should change him. Scott downright rejected this idea, even though Scott was more powerful now, he just couldn't hold himself accountable for this. They both knew this was for the best and they both knew this was the right time.

Derek psyched himself up and started to transform into a wolf.

'Get ready Stiles, this shouldn't hurt, that much'

'That m-much' Stiles slurred and wobbled on his feet. His vision getting slightly worse.

As Stiles stood swaying and drinking more and more, just getting flat out white boy wasted, Derek took a pounce at him making sure that he scratched and bit Stiles somewhere only Stiles could see. Just so that he could be with the rest of society as he changed and healed.

He bit him on his torso and scratched on his thigh. Two of Stiles' more flabby areas, places it wouldn't hurt as much. The alcohol was just a distraction to take away the edge and scary nature of the change.

Stile fell to the floor both laughing and crying. He didn't know how to feel. With the effect of the alcohol and the raw emotions of what has just happened Stiles didn't know how to process it his brain still clouded.

Derek transformed back into his human form and grabbed a bottle of liquor, taking the cap off and just drinking until the bottle was gone. He collapsed in a pile of the floor next to Stiles.

'We need to sleep this off' Derek proclaimed.

'Sleep what off, I'm fine' Stiles said and then hiccupped and laughed.

'No you're not' Derek confessed, this was more for his sake than Stiles'.

He wanted Stiles to stay the night just to make sure he was okay.

'What are you going to do about it though, you're a mess' Stiles giggled.

'I am not a mess' Derek tried to get up on to his feet with some effort.

When he got to his feet he pulled Stiles up.

'Come on, you can sleep in my bed.'

Derek took Stiles' hand and took him up the stone steps up to the lofts only bedroom. The bed was built into the floor and it took up most of the space in this area. There was surprising amount of throw pillows and comforters taking up the bed.

'Get comfy, I'll call Scott and tell him that you're stopping here for the night' Derek muttered to Stiles.

With Derek out of the room it gave Stiles enough time to go through the draws to find something a little bit more comfy than skinny jeans to sleep in. he reached in the draw at the bottom of the bed and found Derek's underwear. Lots of small things that he couldn't imagine how anyone got anything in them. He found a pair of boxer briefs that were his size and had rainbow print on one of the legs. He took his jeans off and stumbled while doing this, he then removed his tight boxers and replaced them with the boxer briefs he had found. They fit so well and then Stiles took his top off and flopped in to the bed and waited for Derek to come back. Before he could come back Stiles was already passed out on top of the bed.

'Scott, yeah it's done, let's just hope this works this time.' Derek grumbled.

'Why is he taking so long to get back down here?' Scott questioned Derek.

'I said he could stay here for the night. He may or may not have had a lot to drink. For science reasons' Derek told Scott, lying to keep Scott from worrying about Stiles.

'Okay, just make sure he is okay, okay' Scott demanded to Derek.

'Right Scott now go' Derek ended the call and made his way to the bedroom.

Counted the stairs as he went up them '1, 2, 3, 4, 5…' Derek kept going up.

Once he got to the top he noticed that Stiles was already passed out, in his underwear?

Why was he in my underwear Derek thought to himself?

He didn't question it for long, he just went with it.

Derek removed his pants to reveal his tight briefs, he then removed his leather jacket and t-shirt and clambered into the bed lying next to Stiles, and within 10 minutes he was asleep. They lay like that all night.