The silence in the loft was suffocating. Deafening even. Derek lay slumped on the couch, he hadn't moved since he had finished the text to Stiles and decided to just give up and lay there. His phone perched on his chest, waiting for Stiles to reply.

Why had he been so stupid? Stiles was for the most part straight, wasn't he? Stiles was just looking at his dick earlier this morning. Derek was contemplating what had happened and why he had come on so strongly to Stiles. After all he had just changed him, but with Scott and the others this hadn't happened, he never wanted to do anything to them, sexually. Stiles was different he had a different scent that drove Derek to the edge of madness. At this rate he would be admitted to Eichen house and never released, all because of an 18 year old boy.

He could still smell him everywhere, it was insane. It was the sort of scent that Derek hadn't smelt before. Like chocolate and vanilla mixed but 100 times better. The whole loft had his scent, it was just that strong.

'Fuck'

Derek stood up. Clenching his phone in a fist and walked over to the large windows that lined one side of the loft. With his other hand he lent against the glass pain. He searched the area trying to see if he could spot Stiles. Even with his sight of the werewolf he couldn't spot him. He was so stupid for thinking that Stiles was into him, he was too young, and he was only 18. Wasn't he still into Lydia, that perfect haired girl? No, after the whole killing thing happened and Lydia became a banshee didn't they just part ways? Sure he was cute but that would never happen between them, but was it worth trying?

Derek unclenched his fist and looked at the text he had sent to Stiles an hour ago. Why hadn't he answered the damn text?

"I should call him, I should. Shouldn't I?"

He spun on the spot, twisting his body to face the elevator shaft. His phone screen displayed Stiles' contact information and a call button. Derek went to press the button. He stopped himself from pressing that button, it would seem desperate. He should just leave it.

Walking around the loft Derek found himself in the secluded study that was at the back of the loft, hidden from sight. The room was a fair bit smaller than the rest of lofts open area. A wall lined with mahogany shelves which held thousands of books new and old was located at one side of the study. There was a battered old small bureau was placed on one of the free walls in the corner, it held all sorts of things. It was mainly old bills and receipts but there was a small amount of recreational wolfsbane in stainless steel jars. Something Derek wasn't overly proud of. Next to the Wolfsbane sat the grinder which had a small triskele engraved into it. His desk stuck out in the room. It was one of the only modern pieces of furniture, well apart from the high backed, faux grey leather swivel chair sitting neatly under the desk. Perched on top of the cold, hard metal desk was his iMac. It sat dead central and was a feature in the room that you couldn't miss because it was so big.

Derek walked over to the desk and touched the trackpad to wake it up. The room was dimly lit which changed when the bright screen illuminated, giving light to the entire room. He typed in his password and it dinged, not the god sort either.

*Password incorrect*

Derek furiously typed out his password again double checking to make sure it was correct.

*wolfsbane122392*

This time the screen flicked to his desktop, he waited a couple second before opening up the web browser just to make sure it would load properly and that he had Wi-Fi in here. His search engine popped up, Woogle. He started to type into the engine. Erasing it several times and finally deciding what to type, this was tricky as he didn't know what he wanted to know. It was the first time this sort of thing has happened to him, normally boys didn't run off after he kissed them, it normally led somewhere else, let's say more, comfy.

'What to do when you turn a really cute twink into a wolf who you now have feelings for and don't even know if he is fully gay or not.'

He hits enter.

Nothing.

Of course there is nothing because this doesn't happen often, if at all. Why would the internet help this time? He would just have to grow a set and just go see him. Well, maybe text him again. Just to see if he got it. Just to make sure.

Derek spun around on his chair so that he was facing the bureau which had his recreational Wolfsbane. His hand stretched out hitting the jar with his hand and picking it up. He slowly unscrewed the top of the jar so that the wolfsbane was visible. He grabbed a small portion of it putting it in the small grinder that lay next to it on the bureau. After grinding it up he retrieved the rolling papers from his desk and placed a filter and the Wolfsbane in, rolling it up and sealing it. He lit one end and took a long drag, inhaling it and keeping it there for a few long seconds before exhaling the fumes. He repeated this till about half of it was gone. At this point his vision became cloudy and more rainbow filled.

He felt amazing. He didn't really feel anything.

After 10 minutes the Wolfsbane filled joint had taken its full effects, he sat on the floor smiling. Stiles who? Oh, right. Stiles.

'Shit.'

He had totally forgot about him, how had that happened. He should go. He should find him, to confess his love for him in the flesh. That seemed like a good idea in his clouded head. It was more than a good idea, he should text him just so he knows.

Derek grabbed a set of keys to lock some of the rooms up and headed to the elevator. Pushing the button to call it and then waited. He had snapped out of the Wolfsbane haze and was almost fully functioning.

A/N: Sorry this was a shorter chapter, it's just taken so long to get this done, I find that only having one character I a scene makes it harder to write. I thought that adding in the Recreational Wolfsbane in to the mix made Derek seem more three dimensional and fun, because wolfs hate it and it hasn't really been explored, I got the idea from another fic where it was mentioned in passing and I thought that would be really cool to explore that idea.

P.S: sorry it's so slow, I just want to build up all the plot and make sure it's something I am proud to put my stamp on.

Please leave reviews and feedback, it will help me explore different avenues and get it just right.