"Hey Stiles what's… whoa," Isaac stared up at his friend and raised a brow. "You look like… you haven't slept in years."

True to his words, Stiles was walking around slowly, shuffling along, barely picking his feet off the ground with every step he took. He was constantly yawning, he had bags under his eyes and he looked like he was about to drop dead.

"Dude, you look like hell." Scott deadpanned.

Stiles glared at him as he sat down at the table with them and slid his backpack off. "Thanks, man. Love hearing that. It makes me feel so beautiful inside." He crossed his arms in front of him and dropped his head onto them. "Wake me up never."

Isaac looked at him with interest, his textbook that he was using to study for an upcoming test lying completely forgotten. "What have they done to you?"

With a groan, Stiles raised his head and brought both of his hands up to rub at his face. "What haven't they done to me?"

It was just Lydia and Stiles at the apartment for now since Lydia's night classes got canceled and didn't have to go to school for any other classes. Derek did have class so he wouldn't be back for a couple hours.

The actress had made it clear that she wanted no distractions as she studied for an upcoming test in her room.

Stiles respected that so he would try to be as silent as he could while he did his own studying. Though that could have something to do with the fact that Derek had cornered him against a wall before he left the apartment, making it very clear that Stiles was to do exactly as Lydia ordered and he was supposed to keep her happy and safe.

Stiles was almost too busy noticing how close their bodies were with Derek's face mere inches from his as his green eyes stared down at him in an intimidating yet totally sexy way, to nod in agreement to his orders.

Lydia came out of her room to eat something so she and Stiles were in the kitchen just making some salad and spaghetti and meatballs.

"You know, for two world famous actors, you and Derek are very down to earth," Stiles commented from the threshold of the kitchen. Lydia had forbidden him from helping with the food when she realized he didn't have a clue what he was doing and ordered him to keep watch and to take cooking lessons at least during this semester.

Lydia went to the cabinets where the dishes were and tried to reach for some plates up on the highest shelf until Stiles came up behind her and helped her get them. It was adorable how short she was yet that didn't stop her from being so scary.

She laughed and thanked him after taking the plates. "That's just how we've always been."

The two ate lunch together and afterwards Stiles offered to do the dishes (though he figured she was going to have him do that anyway) and Lydia went back into her room.

About ten minutes after he finished, Lydia called out to him.

"Stiles!"

He almost threw his textbook down onto the ground, tossing the highlighter next to it before running over to Lydia's room. He knocked on the closed door.

"Lydia? Are you ok? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Come in here and help me!" She hissed out.

Stiles hesitated slightly, his hand hovering over the doorknob before he opened it. He stumbled into the room and looked around. He saw Lydia was sitting at the far corner of her bed with her sheets wrapped around her enough to only let her eyes be seen. "Lydia?"

She pointed towards the bathroom that was attached to her room.

Stiles, confused, looked in that direction. "What's—"

"Spider!"

Oh, fuck.

Stiles hated spiders. He was scared of them too, with their eight legs all crawling around and their furriness. Yuck.

Did she want him to kill one?

"Uh, you know I'm sure if we just left the spider alone it will find its way out of the bath—"

"No! I want you to get rid of it! But don't kill it." She poked her head out from under the blankets and stared at him.

"Don't kill it?"

"No. Just because it creeps me out doesn't mean you need to kill it. Whenever I see a spider I always call Derek in and he takes it out of the apartment."

"You're kidding me. How the hell am I supposed to get a spider out of the bathroom and take it outside?"

"I don't know Stiles, but you work for me too, so get to it!" She ducked her head back under the blanket.

And Stiles didn't know what to do. On the one hand, yes, he had to follow orders even from Lydia because of the package deal. On the other hand, he was scared of spiders and didn't want to go anywhere near them, let alone touch them and not kill them.

"Stiles!"

"Ok!"

Taking in a deep breath, he walked into the bathroom and looked around. Nothing. The spider was nowhere to be se—

Down from the ceiling fell a spider just inches from Stiles' face. And he didn't let out a shriek. It was a manly yell. Very manly. He took several steps back until he was just outside the threshold of the bathroom. The spider was big, black and furry and OHMYGOD it was headed his way!

Stiles nearly tripped over himself backwards as he tried to get away from the spider which was scurrying towards him on the ground and he landed on the bed.

"Stiles! What the hell!" Lydia exclaimed, poking her head out again. Stiles didn't reply and instead took a hold of what he assumed was her hand and pulled her out of the room leaving the blanket behind.

"Are you kidding me?" Lydia asked as she followed him out. She glanced back and saw the spider was following them as well, then ran ahead of Stiles.

They stopped when they reached the living room. Lydia stayed behind Stiles who was facing her room, looking around. He was never a fan of any creepy crawlies.

"I didn't know you were scared of anything," Stiles suddenly said. Lydia glared at the back of his head.

"I don't like bugs or spiders."

"What about butterflies? They're insects too."

"But butterflies are pretty." She replied sarcastically as she peered over his shoulder as best as she could.

"So what about moths?"

"Stiles!"

And then the spider came out of the room and the two yelled out and raced to the front door. It opened just as Stiles reached it and he fell forward, landing on the ground in front of a pair of legs. Lydia tripped over him and slammed into the person who opened the door.

"Derek! Thank God you're here!" she yelled out, hopping over Stiles to hide behind Derek. "What the hell took you so long?"

He looked back at her and raised a brow. "Groceries." He lifted the bags in his hand to show her. "What's going on here?"

Stiles scrambled to his feet and hid behind Lydia. "There's a spider in there and it's chasing us!"

"So?"

"So, I'm just as scared of spiders as she is!"

Derek looked at him in disbelief then rolled his eyes. He gave him the bags he was holding and dropped his backpack under the threshold of the apartment. "Where is it?"

"It just got out of my room," Lydia said.

Derek nodded and went into the apartment. Outside, Stiles and Lydia waited impatiently for him to come back.

About two minutes later, Derek was back and he had a cup held upside down over a piece of paper in his hands. Inside was their new furry friend.

He made sure to stare directly at Stiles. "Does this seem so hard to do?"

Stiles blushed and watched the man of his dreams release the spider outside and went back inside with Lydia coming in behind him. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and went in only after Derek had glared at him again and walked inside first.

Great, so now Derek thought he was a scaredy-cat. On the plus side, Stiles could now picture Derek being his knight in shining armor when it comes to getting rid of any bugs in their future house.

"So why am I joining you guys at the pool?" Stiles as he held Lydia's bag on their way to the pool in their neighborhood. He wasn't complaining at seeing Lydia in her sexy purple and black swimsuit and Derek in those red swimming trunks of his, god he could feel himself drooling.

"Because we're telling you to join us." Or, she was, but Stiles had realized early on that Lydia was the one with all the power. It was something they liked to do apparently, Lydia and Derek. They tried to go to the pool together once a week if they could.

But he himself wasn't dressed for the occasion. Surprisingly, he was thinking about all the homework he had due tomorrow that he'd have to rush to finish by the time he got home tonight.

The pool was empty and Stiles briefly wondered if they had closed it off just for them when Lydia spoke, getting his attention.

"Stiles, help me put some sunscreen on my back." She set down on a towel she set right by the edge of the pool as Derek already started to get into the water. She laid down on her stomach. Stiles' jaw dropped.

"You want me to put sunscreen on your back?" he repeated, not missing the way Derek made sure to give him a small glare before going underwater. Stiles also noticed this pool was huge, going down to eight feet. The pool in his neighborhood only went down to five, that wasn't fair.

"No," Lydia replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes and a toss of her hair. Settling her face into the crook of her arms, she glanced at Stiles. "Well? It's in my bag."

Stiles gulped and looked inside the bag he was still holding and pulled out a white lotion bottle.

Derek swam to the surface again and watched him closely.

Jeez, did he not trust him? Stiles wouldn't harm a single strawberry blonde hair of hers, she was his goddess. Derek really needed to watch out more for himself than for her.

But Stiles didn't plan to tell him that anytime soon.

"So, who lives in the apartment above you guys?"

He kneeled down by her and did as best as he could when putting the lotion on her back. The entire time he felt Derek's glare. Stiles finally looked up at him when he finished and raised a brow.

"It's currently empty, but she lives up there." Lydia finally replied.

"Who?"

Derek looked away and went back under the water. Would Stiles ever get on his good side?

Then again, considering he hit his car as his first impression, he wasn't sure that would ever happen.

"You want to put some sunscreen lotion on him too?" Lydia asked.

Stiles almost fell into the pool, his earlier question completely forgotten.

"I—I…"

She laughed at him and lightly slapped his leg. "I was kidding."

"Right, right of course you were."

Damn. She got his hopes up.

Ah, bedtime at last. No homework left, classes started late tomorrow, he finally got to sleep—it was his favorite day of the week.

Until his phone rang.

Stiles groaned and looked at it.

It was just a text from Lydia. He was sure he could ignore it and she wouldn't know.

His phone went off three more times.

It was like she knew he was purposely ignoring her texts! Then again, Lydia knows all, so he wouldn't be all that surprised if it were true.

It came to the point where Stiles flipped his phone over so he wouldn't see the light because he knew turning off his phone wasn't an option.

Finally, he got a call.

It was Lydia.

Stiles was admittedly scared to answer it. He slowly unlocked it. "H-hello?"

"Stiles!" Lydia greeted. Stiles buried his head under the pillow and kept the phone by his side.

"Whaaaaa?" Stiles whined. "It's like three in the morning."

"I know. I just wanted to tell you that we appreciate you doing all these things for us, and we warn you in advance that this will be hell for you."

"Trust me, I can tell." He muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Good. Did you get my other texts? I'm calling to make sure you did."

"Yes."

"Excellent. See you tomorrow bright and early!" And she hung up.

Wait, bright and early? He was supposed to be up by noon!

He brought the phone under the pillow and looked at it. Yup, there it was. She wanted him to go over there by seven again. Stiles groaned loudly before closing his eyes to try and get as much sleep in as he could.

At least he finally had his jeep back.

Stiles couldn't see more than a couple feet in front of him. He didn't know where he was, a forest maybe.

There was on at the edge of their town, it could be that one?

His only light was the one provided by the full moon.

Stiles patted himself down to search for his phone.

Of course he didn't have it on him.

With a sigh, he kept going. He didn't even know how he ended up over here. Occasionally he tripped over a branch on the ground or a large root.

"This is ridiculous." He felt the cool night air giving him chills. Was someone searching for him? He was completely alo—

A few leaves crunched behind him. Stiles froze. His heart beat loudly enough that he thought it would give him away. He slowed his breathing down.

To turn, or not to turn around?

"You look lost."

Stiles would be lying if he said that his heart didn't momentarily stop the moment he heard that oddly familiar voice.

Whirling around, he could make out a dark figure not too far from him in the shadows. The figure didn't move until Stiles started talking.

"J-just a bit. You wouldn't know the nearest exit, would you?"

"Why do you want to leave, Stiles?"

The figure finally stepped into the light and Stiles gave a sigh of relief. "Oh my God, Derek, you scared the hell out of me." He pressed a hand over his chest to calm his heart.

Derek smirked. "Still want to leave?"

Stiles looked around. There was nothing but trees surrounding them and he had no idea what time it was. Derek expected him to stay in the forest with him? "Well, I feel like I'm missing out on some very valuable sleep that I've lost since school started that I can't even regain in class anymore because I'm always—" Stiles cut himself off.

Derek took another step towards him, and Stiles took one back. "You're always what, Stiles?" He sounded a bit smug, like he knew exactly what Stiles was going to say.

He backed up into a tree and Derek didn't stop until they were so close together that Stiles could feel his body that seemed to radiate warmth. Stiles swallowed nervously and tried to look away from the actor.

Derek tilted his head a bit and leaned in closer, Stiles could feel his breath lightly caressing his lips. "Tell me."

Stiles ducked away from him and fell inelegantly to the side, the leaves the only things that broke his fall. He gazed up at Derek.

What the hell? What was he doing, running away from a very willing Derek? Why wasn't he willing? This was literally his dream come true!

Derek smirked down at him. He looked deep into liquid amber eyes. "Don't worry Stiles, I'll be gentle." He raked his eyes over Stiles' body in a way that made Stiles' breath hitch. "I promise."

And suddenly, Stiles was very cold.

Wait, what?

Shouldn't he be feeling the complete opposite at having Derek Hale ready to make his fantasies come to life?

He shook his head and blinked several times only to realize he was getting soaked.

"Aw man!" Stiles was outside the student union sitting in the amphitheater and the sprinklers decided to turn on when he was busy daydreaming of Derek.

The textbook in his lap and his backpack by his feet were slowly getting soaked as well. With a small yell, Stiles grabbed his stuff and ran away from the sprinklers that surrounded him. He wiped some water from his face and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Only a couple people did but all they did was shake their heads at him.

Good. Ok. Awesome. He needed to dry his book, his daydream forgotten until later.

With a nod, Stiles headed towards the nearest bathroom.

Isaac and Scott stared at Stiles for a few seconds before they burst out laughing in the middle of the library. Some people turned to look at them for disturbing them, but none of them noticed.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you guys. You guys are such jerks."

Isaac reached over and patted his back. "Just think, you still have over three months left."

Stiles let his head drop onto the table. His head shot up moments later, ignoring the slight pain. "Hey, you guys wanna help me pass out some fliers for my business class?"

"Sorry Stiles, I really do gotta study for my test, I have class in half an hour," Isaac replied, looking apologetic. Stiles nodded and looked at Scott.

"Come on Stiles."

"You owe me bro, remember that time last year when you and Allison needed—"

"Ok! I'll help, what do you want to do?"

Stiles grinned and pulled out about thirty fliers from his backpack and handed half to Scott who looked like a sad puppy. "You're going to help me pass those out."

"Here?" Scott looked around and saw most of the people at the library around them seemed busy studying or just seemed busy. And he knew that despite how Stiles came off, he was shy when meeting some new people sometimes, especially when he thought it was for awkward things like passing out fliers.

"Well, that was the plan, but I think I have a better one. Let's get on the elevator and just ride it and talk to the people that get on. Lots of people get on so we should be able to get rid of these fliers pretty quick."

The elevator was perfect. People couldn't get out while the elevator was moving and that would give Stiles enough time to talk to them about his fliers for his class.

Scott glanced at the elevator behind them. They were currently on the fifth floor and they all knew lots of people did come up here and went back down to the first floor. He sighed. "Fine, but you're doing the talking. I'm just moral support."

"Yeah whatever, Isaac can you watch our stuff?" Isaac nodded and laughed when Stiles pulled Scott along towards the elevator.

They went in and their first stop was the fourth floor.

To their surprise, it was Lydia who walked in. She was texting and didn't see the happy face of Stiles next to her.

"Lydia!"

She looked up and raised a brow.

"Can I bother you really quickly?"

She smiled. "No."

"But, it's for my business class."

She tossed her curled hair over her shoulder and went back to looking at her phone. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Lydia!" The elevator stopped on the first floor and she walked off, giving a small wave at them. Scott tried to hide his chuckling. Stiles glared at him. Scott stopped laughing.

For the next twelve minutes, that's how it pretty much went. Every time a new group of people showed up, Stiles asked if he could bother them for a bit and between the time they stepped on to the time they got off, he quickly explained the event he was doing and gave them all fliers. Scott and Stiles just kept going up and down the elevator.

Finally, they finished at the fourth floor.

"Yes! I finished!"

The elevator doors closed. It went up to the fifth floor but before it stopped there, it went down to the fourth floor again. No big deal, someone probably called up the elevator.

The doors didn't open. Stiles and Scott glanced at each other, now alone in the elevator. They inched a little closer to each other when the elevator went back up.

Stiles reached out to press the button for the doors to open.

They didn't and they started going down again.

"Oh my god we're gonna die in here, Stiles!" Scott yelled out, grabbing onto Stiles.

The slightly taller brunette kept pressing the button for the doors to open until finally a minute later after riding up and down between the fifth and fourth floor of the library, the elevator finally stopped at the fifth floor and the doors opened.

Both boys stumbled quickly out of there and raced to where Isaac was who paused in his reading to look up at them.

"You guys look like you've seen a ghost."

The two shared a look. It was best not to jinx anything.

"Why are we here?" Scott asked, looking a little scared at being in the chemistry building with no one else around them. The hallways were long, dark and narrow. There were caution signs on every door, even some signs that said BIOHAZARD in big bold letters. It was like straight out of a horror movie.

"Because Harris is an ass that wanted to talk to me during office hours about my test. I don't understand why seeing as how I didn't fail." Stiles replied as they stopped in front of an elevator. He pressed the button for it to open and they waited as it came down to their floor. It opened and they stepped inside, Stiles pressing the button to go up to the second floor.

The elevator moved incredibly slowly compared to those in the SU and Scott's paranoia kicked in, hoping the elevator wouldn't stop in the middle of two floors and trap them in there.

"Dude. Door's open." Stiles said, looking back at Scott from outside the elevator.

"Shut up, you know I don't like sneaking around creepy buildings like this one." Scott replied, hurriedly walking out of there and behind Stiles as they entered another hallway, then another one, and then another one.

It was like a maze in here.

"Yeah well for once we're not sneaking. This is when you should feel your safest," Stiles scoffed. They stopped in front of Harris' office and stared at the closed door. "Great. I'm totally late to be Derek's personal assistant all because of Harris and the guy's not even here."

"So? Knock on the door."

"Can't. Dude's got an open door policy."

"Oh. So what now?" Scott pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Allison saying he'd be at the SU soon, he was just with Stiles at the moment.

"Now we leave before I waste any more time." Stiles shook his head. Leave it to Harris. Derek was always strict about Stiles being on time and now he didn't even have a good excuse.

They walked down the narrow hallways—that Scott honestly couldn't tell the difference of, he was just following Stiles—until they came across something.

A chair.

But not just any chair, no, this one had wheels.

"Dude." Stiles said, hitting Scott's arm repeatedly. "Dude."

Scott looked at the chair then at his friend's grinning face. He raised a brow at him. "What?"

"Push me."

Stiles got into the chair that was just there in the middle of a hallway after checking that no one else was around. The building was practically empty sans the two of them. Or at least, they hadn't seen anyone around.

And how could Scott say no? They were used to doing these types of shenanigans anyway, so after checking one last time that they were alone in the hallway, he grinned and pushed Stiles who happily rolled down the hallway. Scott ran after him and climbed onto the back of the plush chair and pushed off with his feet so they could both ride the chair. They did this for a couple more minutes, going down all the different, empty hallways.

Or the hallways they thought were empty.

Right as they turned a corner, they crashed into someone and everything became a tangled heap of limbs. After a few moments of pained groans coming from all three of them, the person who they slammed into spoke.

"Get. Off."

Holy shit. Scott was on top of the chair that was half lying on Stiles and Stiles was lying face down on a very hard, very muscular body.

And he recognized that voice anywhere.

It was the same voice he heard in his dreams every night.

Not to mention the body he'd always wanted to feel…

They had just slammed into Derek Hale.

Well, shit.

It seemed like it was Stiles' fate to forever crash into the hot actor.

… That didn't sound like a bad thing now that he thought about it.

Scott rolled off the chair next to the two and shook his head a bit to get rid of the ringing in his ears. He saw how his friend ended and laughed at him while he could because he knew he wouldn't notice right now. And then he wouldn't have to worry about Stiles' wrath for laughing at him later.

Stiles placed his hands on Derek's firm chest to push himself off of him and he tripped over himself twice before he managed to get up.

"D-D-Derek. What… are you doing here?"

Green eyes rolled as he got himself off the ground. "I came to talk to my teacher." He glanced at Scott who was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He looked back at Stiles. "I thought I told you to wait for me at the union?"

Stiles opened his mouth to reply but couldn't think of anything.

"Just meet me there in a half hour."

"You sure you don't want me to wait with you here?"

"No."

"Ok, ok, half an hour." Stiles put his arms up in defense and quickly left with Scott who was giggling at the situation.

Once they were safely out of the building, Scott grinned at Stiles. "You should totally write about this."

"What, my mishaps with working with Derek? And Lydia?"

Scott nodded eagerly.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding? Who would read that?"

Great. Now after everything, he had finally gotten everything Lydia and Derek had asked for today and he was completely soaked. Lydia would decide she needed a few things for the house right when the weather decides to drop buckets everywhere. And he didn't have an umbrella with him, nor enough money left to buy one. He needed to start checking what the weather was going to be like because this was unacceptable.

He rang the doorbell a couple times and waited. The rain had stopped just as he reached their apartment thanks to his super awesome luck. He shook his head a bit, his slightly longer hair holding more water in it than he was used to with his buzzcut.

The door opened to reveal Derek in his usual tank and sweatpants. He raised a brow at him.

Stiles sniffled miserably and held up the heavy bags. "I got all the… all the stuff you guys wanted, sorry the bags are a little wet, I tried to make sure the stuff inside didn't get wet though…" He sneezed and made sure not to face Derek's direction. "Here you go." He handed Derek the bags and the actor stared at him for a moment before he nodded and closed the door.

Well, that was nice of him. Not even a thanks.

Stiles sniffled again and hoped he didn't get sick; he wasn't sure he could keep up with these two if he had a runny nose and sore throat from hell. He raised his hand to his face and he pulled at the long sleeve shirt he was wearing. He gripped it tightly and rung it out a bit. He cringed when lots of water came out.

He looked up at the sky that was growing dark again and he figured he needed to go back home now and hope these two didn't need anything until tomorrow.

The door opening again interrupted his thoughts.

It was Derek.

"Oh I'm sorry I'm still here, I'll be going soon, I was just—oomph." Derek threw something at Stiles' face that he realized moments later was a hoodie. Clumsily pulling it off his face, Stiles looked at the actor in surprise.

Derek looked at him almost expectantly with a brow slightly raised. Stiles loved those eyebrows of his.

"Oh, uh, th—thanks!"

With a curt nod, Derek closed the door again.

Stiles stood there with wide eyes still until he snapped out of his reverie and looked at the black hoodie in his hands.

Derek Hale had just giving him his hoodie. To wear. Because Stiles was soaked. Derek was just nice to him. Holy. Shit.

"Wait, when do I return it?"

He didn't get an answer but that didn't stop the small smile from gracing his lips. He walked happily back to his jeep, completely ignoring the way his shoes and socks made weird squishy sounds with every step. He climbed in, took off his soaked shirt and put the hoodie on.

It was so warm.

And that's why there was a slight blush over Stiles' cheeks, because it was warm, not for any other reason, nope.

It was already nine at night and Stiles was ready to call it a day early for once.

Until Isaac texted him.

Hey, did you finish your essay for English?

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He had an eight page essay due by midnight tonight and Stiles had forgotten all about it.

With a speed he didn't know he had, he rushed to his computer and turned it on. Stiles was a good writer and he had about three hours. He could make it, definitely.

He wasn't counting on it starting to hail outside, offering a huge distraction. Stiles cursed and could only hope his jeep would be ok during this hellish weather.

An hour in, the hailstorm stopped, but the thunderstorm began.

Stiles looked over at his window. "Ok, seriously? You couldn't have picked a better day?"

Another hour and a half in, he was almost done.

By eleven-forty-five, he only had one more page to go. His works cited page. He could do this, he totally could, half of it was done already anyway.

His lamp flickered.

No, no no no no no. The power was not going to go out before he finished. His teacher had the website he used set up so it would reject any assignment turned in after the deadline. One reason Stiles didn't like doing homework like this online.

His fingers hurt, his wrists hurt and his back hurt from sitting at the computer so tensely like that for too long. But he couldn't stop typing now. He had to finish, he just had to fin—

At eleven-fifty-five, the power went out.

Scott and Isaac, who lived really near to Stiles, could've sworn they were woken up by Stiles yelling out, "NOOOOOOO!" around midnight.

Monkey: Well, I tried. Lol. I want to try to update once a week but I don't know if I'll be able to n.n

Also sorry for any mistakes, I didn't go back over this thing o.x

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter because a lot of this happened to some of my friends lol And it's so fun to torture Stiles xD

Oh and for those of you wondering, the whole college flooding thing, it is possible. Those who go to my school know that. xD In fact, you can google UNLV flood and you'll get articles, pictures and even videos of that hellish day :D

Thanks for all the ideas you guys gave me so far! I've used some, and I'll definitely use the others too!

Anyone have any other ideas? :D You guys are so awesome, thanks for reading!

And who thinks I should include Laura and Peter? I think I could have some fun with them lol

Well, that's it for now :)