Monkey: Well, I know I said I would try to update weekly, but I got caught up with other things-well, you guys don't want to hear my excuses xD

Hopefully I can start updating more frequently lol. Already have the next two chapters started :D

Also! Important A/N at the end of the story! Please read! After reading the chapter xD

Lol ok, enjoy!

"You guys ready for midterms?" Isaac asked early in the morning as he met up with Scott and Stiles in the library.

Scott was highlighting things in his textbook and waved at their friend. He grinned. "Not at all. You?" For once, the three of them actually wanted to study for their midterms, they felt their exams wouldn't be easy like those they had in high school. But knowing them, it would be hard for them to focus and actually study.

"Nope." Isaac sat down beside Stiles who had his face in a textbook. "Stiles looks… Is he sleeping?"

A soft snoring answered him.

"That can't be comfortable."

Scott capped his highlighter and took out his notebook to start a study guide for his science class. Or attempt to make a study guide before he got distracted. "Probably isn't. But this might be the only sleep he gets for at least the next couple of days."

"Studying too much?"

"Nah, Lydia and Derek have got him helping them out for their midterms, so he won't have time to study for himself until next week, when his start."

"Not sure if he's lucky or cursed."

"I'd say both."

"Can you two shut up about how horrible my life currently is so I can get some sleep? Jeez." Stiles mumbled from his book. He shifted around a little so he was as comfortable as he could get and went back to sleep, already dreading going to Derek and Lydia's where he would be helping them for the next couple of days.

He wasn't even sure how they'd have him help out since they didn't share any classes, but if history with them has proven something, is that they have the worst sleeping schedule he'd ever seen on someone, and they'd probably have him staying up to some ungodly hours of the morning.

Might as well try to get some beauty sleep in now, before he looked like he was going to star in the latest zombie movie out there.

Lydia typed away comfortably at her laptop at home. She was sitting sideways on the couch with her laptop on her legs which were across Stiles' lap. Derek was currently in the shower. Lydia was still finishing up some assignments before she began her studying, so she allowed Stiles to get comfortable for a while. They would probably put off most of the studying for tomorrow anyway.

Stiles was actually glad he'd become their slave, it gave him a chance to know them and really, he felt like he could call them his friends. Well, Lydia at least. Still, it felt pretty awesome to know famous people.

She paused in her typing and glanced at Stiles who was busy marking up his textbook for his essay due later. "Stiles."

The brunette looked up at her as he reached for his iced coffee and took a drink.

"You write for the school newspaper?"

He briefly choked on his coffee as Derek came out of his room and entered the living room wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. "Uh yeah, I," he cleared his throat and made sure to look at the strawberry blonde haired goddess in front of him. "I'm taking a journalism class. My teacher wants us to publish at least one story, and I kind of got into it. At least for the semester." His stories weren't on the print version of their newspaper, but rather the online version since it was much easier to get published on that one.

Lydia looked back down at the screen. He wondered if she was looking at one of his stories. "You're the writer. And the photographer?"

"Some guy I never met. He always takes good pictures though." Stiles shrugged and placed his coffee back on the table beside him. He watched as Derek searched through his backpack he had left by the couch when they first came home.

Finally, Derek gave up and turned to look at them. Stiles loved the way his hair looked still wet and dripping like that. And those wet abs of his… "Have either of you seen my phone?"

Lydia raised a brow. "I'm not your assistant."

Derek and Lydia shifted their gazes to Stiles who suddenly felt a little scared.

"I, I haven't seen it." He made to get up and started pushing Lydia's legs off him. "I can help you look for it if—"

"Just call it, maybe I'll hear it."

Stiles nodded and reached into his pocket to pull out his cell. He dialed Derek's number and everyone waited.

A generic ringtone came from somewhere in the apartment and Derek followed it. Lydia rolled her eyes at him.

"You couldn't have picked a more boring ringtone."

"Found it, thanks!" Derek called out, ignoring her.

Stiles hung up and Lydia made herself comfortable on Stiles again. "So, you've never met him?"

"Nope. It's weird because my teacher always wants us to take our own pictures, and I do, but this guy's pictures always find their way onto my stories. I'm not complaining though, he takes great pictures, but I always wonder how he knows what story I'm doing."

Lydia nodded as she looked back down at the screen. "Interesting."

Stiles walked alongside Derek as the two headed off to the student union for a lunch date with Lydia the following day.

"Stiles!"

He tripped over his own feet for a moment before spinning around to see whoever called him. "Yes?"

A brunette with blue eyes came up to him. He smiled. "Stiles Stilinski, right?"

"There's no other." He grinned.

Derek had to roll his eyes at this. Seriously?

The stranger chuckled. "You're a funny one. Hey listen, I just wanted to ask if you were covering the festival downtown next weekend?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Stiles looked at him curiously. Did he have a stalker now?

"I'm Matt." He held out his hand to him.

Stiles stared. "Matt…?"

"Daehler."

Stiles paused for two seconds before it clicked. "Oh! My photographer! I mean…" That didn't come out quite the way he meant it to. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Derek didn't know why, but he didn't like this interaction. Oh right, it was because Stiles was his assistant and this Matt guy was taking away time from him. Time that could be used to work for him.

Yeah, that was it.

Matt smiled. "Well I basically am. I just wanted to make myself known to you because your teacher said I should introduce myself." Stiles finally took Matt's hand and shook it.

Derek practically growled.

Stiles' attention went back to him and he pulled his hand back. "Oh, right uh, well Matt, it was nice to finally meet you, I hope we can work together on a story soon, it'd be great to see you in action." He smiled at him and Matt smirked.

"I'd like that. Maybe this weekend?"

"Sure. Awesome. See you then." Derek had already started walking and Stiles ran to catch up, turning to wave at Matt as he did which caused him to slam into Derek who looked back and glared at them both.

Stiles wasn't sure what was going on, but his thoughts once again filled with school, Derek and more school and more Derek.

Matt watched them leave and chuckled to himself. "Things just got a whole lot more interesting," he muttered, taking out his camera and getting a shot of Stiles just as he turned his head to glance at Derek.

Perfect. To add to his collection.

"I hate the wind." Lydia stated as she and Derek found a spot outside the student union with their lunch. The wind tossed around her beautiful hair causing her to complain every time it happened.

"You wanted to eat outside." Derek pointed out, uncapping his water bottle to take a sip.

"Yes, because the weather is nice, it's the wind I don't like." She brought a hand up to try to hold her hair down and not smack her in the face or get in her food.

Stiles suddenly appeared at the table, out of breath and without some lunch. "Sorry about being late, I forgot about the essay I had to turn in before the deadline." Stiles had been walking with Derek after their encounter with Matt, but Stiles remembered his essay and took off to his English class to give it to the professor in person.

He stared at Lydia who stopped eating and tried to fix her hair. "Don't you have something to hold it up with?"

She frowned and removed her hands from her hair to start digging into her purse. "I might." She pulled out a red and pink hair clip and did what she could with it. Her hair was still getting swept around by the wind, but at least she could eat in peace.

Derek looked at the lack of food in front of Stiles. "You're not eating lunch?"

Stiles debated for a moment. "Well, I was going to eat later, but I guess I should go get something." He left his backpack at the table after checking he had his wallet with him and headed back into the student union.

Derek and Lydia watched him leave.

"Does he know they're only accepting cash in there today?" Lydia asked, as she continued with her salad.

Derek stopped before taking a bite of his food. He looked around the table. "I forgot some napkins."

He stood up, made sure the wind wouldn't blow his food away and went inside to the area where Stiles was at.

Lydia smirked, then exclaimed in annoyance when the wind caused some of her hair to fall out of her clip and smack her in the face. She solved that problem by fixing it and switching seats with Derek, so the wind wasn't facing her back anymore.

Inside, Stiles was lucky to see no line where he wanted to buy food. Unfortunately, once he got there he realized all the cashiers were only accepting cash today because of technological malfunctions and he was starting to get really hungry. He dug through his pockets to find his wallet and opened it only to realize he only had his ID, his school ID, a debit card and some random gift cards he'd probably never use.

He searched his pockets to see if maybe he could find some cash, but frowned when he didn't find anything.

Suddenly, someone held out a twenty dollar bill in front of him. He looked up and saw Derek standing there with a handful of napkins in his other hand.

"What?"

"You want to eat, right?" Derek gave him the money that Stiles tried to give back.

"Wait, no. The whole reason why I'm working for you—"

"It's twenty dollars. Don't worry about it. Get some lunch." He gave him a look Stiles didn't understand and left, going back to their table outside.

Stiles stared at the money in his hands. Some people in the union had seen the exchange and wondered what was going on, but he didn't notice them. He only smiled because he was starting to see a bit of a nicer side to the man of his dreams.

His stomach growled, reminding him of why he was in there and he quickly went to buy some lunch.

Outside, Derek took out his phone and set it on top of all the napkins he had so they wouldn't blow away.

"You got a lot of napkins, Derek." Lydia commented lightly.

He looked at her and raised a brow. She smiled innocently.

He didn't know why she kept that smile once Stiles came out with some lunch and some extra money he kept trying to give back to Derek.

After Stiles was done with his classes for the day, he drove to Derek and Lydia's house to begin helping them study for their midterms. He thought about his own midterms and how he was neglecting them for now.

Not like it mattered, Stiles was smart and good at cramming the night before a big test. It got him all the way through high school, it should work for his freshman year of college as well.

He reached their apartment and used the spare key Lydia had let him borrow for the week to open the door.

He walked in, saw them on the couch and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

Derek was lying down on the couch, face down with a textbook over his head and one of his arms hanging off the side, touching the ground. Lydia was on top of him, curled on her side with a textbook across her waist. She was facing the back of the couch and Derek, well, Stiles couldn't see his face. Both were sleeping soundly and Stiles had to wonder how they managed to study like that.

Quietly, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture, making sure the shutter sound was off so they wouldn't notice. After putting his phone back in his pocket, he walked closer towards them and stopped a few feet from the couch.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauties!"

He dodged a throw pillow Derek threw at him with his other arm with surprising aim. Lydia yawned and turned to her other side, almost falling off her makeshift bed. Derek lifted his head up, causing the book to fall back and he yawned as well.

The blonde sat up and made herself comfortable again, as she started looking through her textbook. Lydia shook her head a couple times to get rid of how sleepy she felt. She glanced at Stiles as he sat down across from them on the couch. Derek shifted a bit under her and looked at him too.

Stiles grinned. "How can I help?"

Stiles only managed to get an hour of sleep in before going to class the next morning. He didn't know how those two did it, but one of these days he was going to slip something into their drinks so all three of them could get a proper amount of sleep. He checked in the mirror of his jeep after he parked and although he didn't look like zombie, he was still really tired.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" Scott greeted as he stopped by where Stiles and some of his business classmates were at on the free speech walk by the library that morning. They had a small booth set up along the walk where other classes, clubs and sororities/fraternities had booths set up. Scott was on his way to class, but he figured he could spend a half hour with Stiles before going on his way.

Stiles gave him a bowl full of candy. "Pass this out."

Scott's face lit up as he looked inside. "Can I have some?"

"No. Help me pass it out." Stiles yawned and went to the back of the booth where he had a huge pile of fliers he was supposed to hand out along with the candy to help get people interested in their upcoming charity event.

"Hi! Want some candy?" Stiles heard Scott ask and Stiles ran back around the booth and saw Scott talking to a group of girls who were looking at him like his skin just turned purple.

Stiles suddenly appeared at his side and tried to smile at them. "What he means is, if you take a flier you can also get some free candy."

The girls looked a little more understanding and listened as Stiles explained the event his business class was doing before giving each of the girls a flier. They smiled and took some candy.

Stiles nodded to himself after they left. Well, it seemed like his job today wouldn't be so hard.

"Want some free candy?"

"Dammit Scott," Stiles whined as he quickly went to his friend and started talking about the fliers again.

For that half hour Scott stayed to help, Stiles had to keep running around, chasing after him because he kept running off going to new people offering them candy without giving Stiles a chance to explain why they could get free candy.

Just before Scott went to class, he tried to get a piece of candy for himself but Stiles took the bowl from him.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?" he cued the puppy eyes and Stiles grudgingly held out the bowl for him.

Scott left happily with his candy and didn't hear Stiles mumbling about manipulative looks from puppy-like best friends.

Stiles figured he would try to get more sleep in before he went back to Derek and Lydia's house to continue helping out with their studying. So since he was driving Derek home today (Lydia had class and would arrive later) and he was done with his own classes, he figured he could sleep in his jeep while Derek took one of his tests today.

He pulled out his pillow and a blanket and made himself comfortable in the driver's seat before closing his eyes.

Oh how he wished he could go back to his bed every night like before. He didn't realize he was taking it for granted. The comfort, the warmth, he missed his bed so much.

Though he wouldn't mind if he got to share a bed with the one and only sex god of his dreams.

Stiles started to smile a bit as he cuddled up with his blanket a little more. He could just imagine waking up every morning with those strong arms wrapped around his waist, Derek's hard chest up against his back, his soft, steady breathing against the back of his neck.

A loud knocking interrupted his thoughts and Stiles scrambled to untangle himself from his blanket. He saw Derek by his passenger door with his hand raised up to the window he knocked on.

He quirked a brow at the sheepish looking brunette who quickly unlocked the door and let him in.

The ride home—to Derek's home—was mostly silent, with the occasional mutter coming from Stiles whenever he encountered an incompetent driver. Honestly, he couldn't say much because of his own car accident but some people on the streets just shouldn't be allowed to have their license.

It wasn't until they reached the apartment when Stiles was parking that Derek spoke before getting out of the jeep. "If you ever need to, feel free to crash at our place. Don't lose too much sleep, you're not used to staying up so much. It's not good for you."

He walked to the door and pulled out his keys as Stiles stared at him in slight awe.

He could definitely get used to Derek being this nice to him.

Hours later, after Lydia arrived and the three of them were working together for the last exams Derek and Lydia were going into, Stiles convinced them to help his business class out with the charity.

"Alright, we'll do it. But only if you help us with our fan mail." Lydia finally agreed.

Stiles accepted her terms, after all, how bad could it be?

…

When it comes to these two, it could be very, very bad.

It came down to the point where they had Stiles writing all the addresses on all the envelopes where they were replying to some of their fan mail. Unfortunately, they were backed up for a couple months and Stiles had a hard time carrying the bags with all their mail. Each bag weighed like twenty pounds and there were four of them.

Stiles decided he was going to get them some stamps with their addresses set so he wouldn't have to kill his wrist again.

"So how is Stiles doing with Derek and Lydia?" Allison asked as she and Scott walked around their campus one day after Allison's last class. "I hardly get to see him because our schedules clash and Lydia usually doesn't mention him."

Scott thought for a bit then grinned. "He's doing alright. You know Stiles, he's a trooper. It especially helps that he's had a crush on Derek since forever, so despite being a slave, I think he's ok with it."

Allison smiled. "I think it's cute he likes him, even if he thinks he's only lusting after him. Do you think Derek likes him back?"

"Allison!" a feminine voice called out right behind them, causing the two to jump and look back to see a smiling Lydia. The couple exchanged brief glances before smiling nervously at her. Had she heard what they'd said? How long was she behind them?

"Allison, what do you think of a shopping spree right now to celebrate the end of midterms?" Her beautiful smile caught the other two off guard, as they expected her to question them about Stiles.

They sighed subtlety in relief. Maybe she didn't hear anything.

"I think that sounds great. Scott, want to come along?"

Maybe he should've listened to Stiles describe how horrifying it was to accompany Lydia as she shopped before agreeing. It turned out worse because this time, there were two girls who loved to shop and one poor, unlucky boy to drag around.

Stiles was having a good time at the festival he was covering for his journalism class. There were lots of people, lots of food, and plenty of entertainment.

Derek and Lydia had given him the weekend off because of this event and he was happy. He liked working for them, but he also liked going out to do things like this he liked.

He had invited Scott and Isaac to come along, but Isaac wasn't feeling well and Scott was buried under a mountain of homework that he had neglected for the last two weeks.

But that was fine, Stiles liked working alone too.

He talked to some people, some parents who brought their little kids, some teenagers watching the wrestling match that was set up as a performance, and he got really great quotes.

"Stiles."

He turned around and saw Matt standing behind him while holding up his camera.

"Hey Matt."

Matt raised his camera and took a picture of Stiles who told him to delete the picture. The photographer only laughed before taking a picture of the match Stiles was standing in front of.

"It's good to finally work with you," Stiles commented as he observed a few things and wrote them down in the notebook his professor made him carry.

"Likewise." Matt replied, getting a picture of a focused Stiles who didn't know he was being captured on camera. "This festival ends around one in the morning, how long are you staying?"

Stiles thought for a moment, biting on his lower lip. He opened his mouth to reply when suddenly people started screaming happily by the entrance.

The journalist and the photographer looked at each other before heading in that direction to see what was up.

And to Stiles' delight, Derek and Lydia had made an appearance, looking like they just got off the runway.

What luck! He wasn't expecting them here. Now he could easily interview them for his story. Forgetting about his photographer, Stiles quickly made his way through the crowd of people surrounding the two actors to go talk to them.

Matt frowned and in revenge for stealing Stiles' attention, he made sure to avoid having those two in any shot, except for one picture Stiles asked for where he joined them in the picture.

Matt would later make sure he didn't submit that one to the editors of their newspaper.

Stiles didn't come home as late as he expected to and he managed to catch up on some much needed sleep. After yesterday's adventure, he figured he could spend his Sunday relaxing at home.

"Morning dad," Stiles greeted as he made some breakfast for them. After Lydia told him to get better at cooking, he realized he actually was pretty good at it, once he set his mind to focus on it.

"Morning Stiles, food smells great." His dad was surprised when Stiles handed him a cup of coffee. "Thanks." He took a sip. "Perfect."

"Thanks dad. Hopefully I get better, since I need to redeem myself to Lydia."

The sheriff chuckled. "How are those two doing?"

"They're doing. They make excellent slave drivers, but they're very nice." Stiles set up his father's plate of food and handed it to him then started on his own plate.

"You sure you're ok doing this? I mean wouldn't it be easier to just get a job and pay them off that way?" his father asked from the table.

"It would be, but I like doing this. They're fun and well, I mean Lydia is amazing. I'm positive she will one day rule the world. And Derek, well…"

"Still got that man crush?"

Stiles blushed and nearly dropped his breakfast. "Dad!"

The sheriff laughed heartily and continued on his breakfast as a red-faced Stiles joined him at the table.

"I know all about it, son. You're not very subtle about it. Especially when I can hear Isaac and Scott tease you about it whenever they come over." He smirked.

Stiles choked a bit on his orange juice. "Daaad," he whined.

"Anyway, how are you going to spend your day?"

Stiles looked at him, hopeful. "With you?"

His father smiled at him. "It is my day off, but you really want to spend a day with your old man?"

"Of course! I would love to!"

"Alright then, what should we do first?"

"First, we finish breakfast," Stiles said, as he started on his. His father nodded and the two talked as they ate, then spent most of the day together doing random things, from fixing things Stiles didn't know were broken, to watching some sports on TV and going out to eat for dinner.

At night, his father called it in early and Stiles couldn't believe what a relaxing, fun day it's been. He needed more of those, especially with his father who works too much.

A couple hours later, he was on his new laptop (since his computer suffered an unfortunate accident after that power outage a couple weeks back) playing an online game with Scott and Isaac who felt a little better. He missed days like this, but he was looking forward to spending more time with Lydia and Derek as well.

Surprisingly, after Derek and Lydia finished all their midterms, they made it their mission to help Stiles for his. His business midterm was the charity event so he didn't have to worry about that, it would come later. His English midterm was an essay he turned in already so he was set there. And his journalism midterm was his story on the festival that took place that weekend.

He still had math and chemistry though.

So Lydia helped him on his chemistry—seriously, she was a science genius. It amazed Stiles.

And Derek helped him out on his math. Stiles was surprised to find out that not only was Derek unbelievably sexy, but he had brains as well. It just made him even more perfect.

Stiles took on his math midterm with confidence. When he finished, he felt good about it.

His chemistry midterm turned out to be a lot harder than he thought it would and he was glad Lydia helped him, because without her, he didn't think he would've passed.

One of his classmates came out of the test looking pale and slightly shaking.

Professor Harris went over to his student. "Are you alright?"

Stiles let out a sigh and made his way to the union for a well-deserved lunch.

Hopefully now, Stiles could go back to his normal sleeping schedule since he didn't have to stay up all night studying anymore.

It would be smooth sailing from here until the end of the semester.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Monkey: Ok! First off, thanks for reading xD sorry it took so long to update. And some of you will notice I used the ideas you gave me! If anyone has anything else they'd like to see, please tell me! :D

Second, as some of you have noticed, there are some characters missing.

I already have an idea planned for Laura (thanks a wonderful reviewer :D) but what about Peter?

And Erica? And Boyd?

Also! I know I already started this with Scallison, but should I keep it that way or switch it to a Scisaac?

And should Lydia have someone too? Maybe Jackson? Should he have a bigger role in this? Should Danny? o.o

And one more thing, I have plans to either end the story once the semester ends or at the end of the spring semester. What do you guys want, because right now I can keep this story short or make it a little longer?

And third, what do you guys think of Matt as competition for Derek? Or is there a competition? ;D

I'm open to any ideas, really. So I'd love some feedback! :D