Monkey: I have had a killer headache for three days now. But I did my best to update quickly, and here's the latest chapter. Classes start for me on Tuesday so I'm really rushing to get these chapters out now. Please ignore any typos, mistakes, etc., I really just want to get some rest now. I wish I had someone to go over my chapters first haha.

Enjoy!

Stiles didn't even notice he'd fallen asleep on Derek's couch until the actor gently shook him awake. "Oh man, I'm so sorry. I guess I just needed some sleep since you know, you guys are insomniacs and I can't keep up." Stiles yawned and stretched his arms behind his back, noticing when Derek's eyes lowered to the skin revealed when his shirt rode up slightly. He slowly lowered his arms and stared at Derek.

"If you want to sleep, you can use my bed." He thought for a second. "I don't think we'll ever move the junk from the guest room."

Stiles waved his hands around in protest. "Oh, that's ok, I don't need to sleep right now," he yawned. "Ok, maybe just a little." He looked around. "Where's Lydia?"

"Shopping with Allison."

"That sounds… truly frightening."

"It is." Derek nodded in the direction of his room. "Come on, you need to sleep for once."

Stiles found himself getting really tired again, so he didn't argue much and followed Derek to his room. He threw himself gracelessly onto the bed and muttered into the pillow, "I'll just nap in my clothes so there's no hassle. Wake me in like… an hour."

Derek closed the door and turned to face Stiles. He locked the door behind him. "Stiles, I don't think you'll be needing your clothes this time."

Stiles immediately sat up in bed and looked at him, sleep long forgotten. "W-what?"

Derek walked towards him and stopped at the edge of the bed. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Well, I have an idea, but I doubt that's it."

A sexy smirk graced Derek's lips. "Then let me show you." He climbed onto the bed and made his way towards Stiles who immediately backed up into the wall and put a pillow up in between them. Derek sat up on his knees and raised a brow. "What are you doing?"

Stiles jumped out of the bed and chuckled nervously. "Well, I mean, I just, I have to go to the bathroom!" He ran out of the room after struggling a bit to unlock the door and ran down the hall to the bathroom. Derek just sat there watching him leave. If he needed to go, why not just use the one in Derek's room?

The brunette went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door and slid down.

Holy God. Was this just happening? He jumped up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom, gripping onto the sides of the sink and leaning forward slightly to get a better look at his reflection. One of his hands went up to pull at the collar of his shirt. His cheeks were flushed and Stiles stared at himself for another moment until he finally lowered his head, the sink the only thing he could see.

Why was he never willing? This happened all the time in his dreams, and now all of a sudden Derek had the hots for him?

He felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist and he gasped, looking up into the mirror only to see a smirking Derek right behind him, holding him.

"How did—" He looked at the now opened door as Derek replied.

"You forgot to lock the door."

Fuck.

Actually, that was pretty accurate.

He froze as Derek's hands made their way up his chest to the top of his buttons. Why on earth did he wear a shirt with buttons today of all days?! Derek slowly started to unbutton the shirt, revealing flawless skin underneath.

"I know you want this, Stiles." Derek whispered into his ear. He pulled away just enough so that his breath tickled the back of Stiles' neck. Stiles felt a shiver go through him as he unknowingly leaned into him a little more.

He gasped softly when Derek started kissing down Stiles' neck, the touch of lips against his skin so warm, so gentle.

Derek's hands went under his now opened shirt and Stiles could swear he'd never felt something so hot against his skin. The actor turned him around slowly, Stiles' face heating up when noticing how close they were. Their chests were nearly touching and Stiles' eyes went wide.

Derek chuckled lightly and leaned closer, now their foreheads were touching as green eyes stared into brown. Stiles couldn't breathe.

This. Was. So. Happening.

Derek noticed he looked a little nervous and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." And he leaned down just enough to brush his lips against Stiles'.

Stiles awoke with a gasp.

…

Fuck. It was only a dream.

He shut his eyes tightly and let out a soft groan. That wasn't fair, he was finally willing! So damn close too…

He shifted slightly and froze. Slowly, he reached around for his phone to check the time.

Five forty-five in the morning.

Well, he could only hope his father wouldn't question him getting up so early to shower, because damn did he need one right now. He awkwardly got out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom after checking to make sure his dad wasn't around.

He needed a cold shower.

Isaac sneezed loudly and rubbed his hands together. "Stiles, why are we doing this?" He whined as the usual trio made their way to the twelfth station.

It was three in the afternoon on the day of the Rock n' Roll marathon that was being held and Stiles had convinced Isaac and Scott to volunteer with him there. They were sent to the twelfth station out of about twenty-two. It was incredibly windy out; very cold already and it'd get much colder by tonight. They knew they were going to be there for at least six to seven hours working.

"Because in high school we were taught that volunteering was good and we should continue to do so because we're good people?" Stiles replied mischievously. They volunteered at this marathon last year and it was a disaster, but hopefully this year it wouldn't be so bad.

Scott raced ahead of them to the station since there were some marathon workers already giving instructions to a group of volunteers that looked to be juniors in high school.

Isaac shivered and barely held back a sneeze. "You underestimate me, Stiles."

The other rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Actually, buddy, I don't think I do. You're every bit as evil and sarcastic as I am." He watched the blonde struggle with a sneeze and smirked. "Bless you."

The sneeze went away and Isaac shook his head. "I feel sorry for Scott."

Stiles cackled as they joined their friend.

Their jobs were simple. All they had to do was prepare an energy drink called Cytomax for about forty thousand runners that would steadily start streaming through their station in about three or so hours. But first they had to set everything up.

A dozen tables and a shit ton of cups and about a dozen trash cans later, they were ready to start making the Cytomax. They were given over a dozen large trash cans, like the ones they used in cafeterias at schools (Stiles liked to call them industrial sized) and an endless supply of black trash bags. They had to cover each trash can with the bags and fill those bags up to the brim with water so they could put a certain amount of the Cytomax powder into each can and stir it with the large paddles provided.

Sounds simple, right?

They didn't have that many volunteers at their station, only sixteen the last time Stiles counted. He wasn't sure if they would have enough to make everything in time.

"Damn it Scott!" Stiles yelled out when Scott accidentally tripped over the hose they were using to fill up their can (because that's where their water was coming from since the actual marathon workers couldn't afford to buy that much water for all the runners at this station), slammed into the trash can and caused it to spill all the water inside. It completely drenched Stiles' shoes and his jeans from the knees down since he was standing right in front of it.

"I am so sorry!" Scott quickly said, looking for some paper towels. They were on the other side of the street still inside the large truck they were taking supplies out of.

Stiles sneezed when the wind picked up and was thankful it was just water and not Cytomax. That shit was really sticky. "It's fine, just help me refill this. Go find another hose we can attach to the pipes over there to make this faster." Scott nodded and raced off.

Isaac walked passed them, staring at his hands in front of him. "I can't feel my hands." The hoses he kept working with would spray his hands and go out of control every once in a while and his sleeves were completely soaked. He sighed and started rubbing his hands together. Around them, the other volunteers who were in fact high school juniors, were having just as much, if not more, trouble as they were.

One girl accidentally tripped over a large crack in the sidewalk and shrieked as she fell into one of the full trash cans. At least the Cytomax powder hadn't been added yet. Her friends got her out and she started shivering because the water was freezing enough on its own, but it was really windy still.

Stiles remembered checking the weather earlier and saw that this weekend was going to be abnormally windy. Especially tonight, the one day several thousand people would be out and about on the streets because of a marathon. He walked over to her and took off his sweater. "Here," he handed it to her and saw her smile gratefully.

"T-thank you." She took it and put it on. It was very big on her but she zipped it up and held it close. It would keep her warm enough so she wouldn't get sick, hopefully.

Stiles walked back to Scott and Isaac and the blonde put his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "You're a good man, Stiles. But now you'll freeze to death tonight."

"Shut up. I will not." But this was probably true. It was so windy and cold right now; Stiles could already feel his hands numb out.

"My phone!" a guy yelled when he dropped his phone into a can of already made Cytomax. He quickly rolled his sleeve up, reached in, grimacing, and pull it out. It wouldn't work anymore. He tried cleaning some of the clumps of Cytomax that obviously weren't mixed very well off his phone. "I'm so dead."

"My eyes!" another kid yelled out. Apparently his friend had opened a container of the powder and it exploded in his face. "It burns, oh my God it burns!" He tried wiping at his eyes until one of his friends took the hose that was still filling up a trash can and aimed it at his face. "C-c-c-cold!"

Those were only a couple of the many incidents that happened within the first hour. This was already looking to be quiet the disaster.

Stiles was in the middle of carefully putting in the correct amount of Cytomax into their latest can when his phone rang. He jumped and nearly dropped the container into the water as he tried pulling his phone out of his pocket. He briefly looked around as he answered his phone only to see Scott and Isaac playing messengers, pushing filled cans of Cytomax together across the street to the other tables and going back and forth. "Hello?"

"Stiles. You're volunteering at the marathon today, right?"

He set the container down and sneezed as the wind picked up again. "Yes. Why?"

"Bless you. What station?"

"Um, the twelfth, why?"

"Got it. Bye." And she hung up. Stiles shook his head and put his phone away before going back to his job. The earliest runners would start appearing soon. Their station was nowhere near ready and they had to hurry.

About five minutes later, Stiles tripped over his feet when someone yelled out. "Stiles!" He recognized that voice.

He turned around only to see a smirking Lydia with Danny, Allison and Derek behind her. "What? What are you guys doing here?"

Lydia tossed her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest. "We're here to help you guys." She looked around in distaste at seeing all the disasters. "Looks like you guys could really use all the help you can get."

Stiles sneezed and she eyed him up and down.

"Why aren't you wearing a sweater?"

Isaac came up behind Stiles carrying a large box full of paper cups to use and as he walked by her, he said, "He gave his sweater to a girl who fell into one of these cans. Don't let him fool you, he's freezing."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Am not." He looked at Lydia's outfit. She was wearing a fashionable jacket over a mini skirt and heeled boots. A mini skirt. It was like thirty degrees out. She wasn't even wearing leggings or tights to go with them. "Lydia, why aren't you wearing pants? You must be freezing in just a skirt!"

"I don't wear pants."

Derek looked bored with the situation but nodded behind her. "It's true. She really doesn't."

Well. She would have to tell him her secret because he was in pants and he was cold.

Lydia nodded, her gaze calculating. "You all still have a lot of grunt work to do, right?"

"I guess."

"Excellent. Derek, give him your sweater."

The raven haired actor looked down at her with a quirked brow.

"Oh, no, that's ok, really. I'll be fine." Stiles protested, waving his hand around as he opened another plastic bag to put in the trash can.

"Derek."

The actor silently complied, taking off his black sweater only to reveal a wife beater underneath.

Those arms. Those muscles. Stiles could practically feel himself drooling at the sight. Derek's chest, stomach, everything was so perfect.

And it only made Derek a hundred times hotter than before now that he was in nearly freezing temperatures with just a pair of jeans and a wife beater.

Lydia snapped her fingers in front of Stiles' face. "Any day now Stiles, I'm sure the runners won't be here for another week."

Blushing, he put on the offered sweater and went back to work. He heard Lydia giving Derek and Danny orders to do a lot of the grunt work while Allison was helping some of the other volunteers along with Scott set up all the tables and start filling the cups with the Cytomax.

Maybe now with Lydia leading things (he could hear her barking orders as she went up and down their station, the scared and cold high schoolers scrambling around to do as she said), they would face less disasters.

He finally finished filling up the last of the trash cans and put in the required Cytomax. He then had to push it to the other side of the street and get it to a table to start filling up more cups.

Derek rushed over to him. "Done?"

God he looked so hot dressed like that. Stiles could even see he was sweating slightly. So hot.

"Yeah."

"Great." He easily pushed the trash can by himself to the last table where it was needed and Stiles followed.

Lydia looked down the street and saw the first of the runners starting to show. "Ok everybody, listen up! The runners will be reaching this station any minute now. And once they start, forty thousand of them will come through. Which means we need to be prepared! Scott, Isaac, I want you two to be on refill duty. We'll be going through the Cytomax fast." She looked at Stiles and Derek working together to fill about fifty cups. "Stiles, do you want to be on salt duty?"

"Salt duty?"

"Yeah." She pointed to a table about three tables to their left. "The table is covered in salt packets, you just hand them off to people."

"… I guess. Let me just finish here."

She nodded. "Allison, I want you on supply duty. Everyone will need more cups eventually, so make it easier for them and have everything ready."

"Got it!" Allison replied with a grin, heading in the direction of the supplies from the truck.

After the first couple hundred runners passed, the station had a chance to bring out new cups and fill those up for the incoming runners since it would be at least another twenty minutes before they started seeing more runners.

Scott tripped over a hose and the container of Cytomax he was holding went flying, most of the powder landing on Danny. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

Derek looked at Danny and bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Danny stared at his gray sweater now covered in yellowish powder and shook his head to try and get some of the powder off his hair. He blinked a couple times until the powder started to sting his eyes. "Oh God, this burns!"

The kid from earlier who had the same experience agreed.

Forty-five minutes later there was a constant flow of runners. Lydia ran over to Stiles who still had all of the salt on his table because no one wanted any salt, and pointed to the other side.

"Stiles, I want you to run to the other side and help that fourth table over there, they're having trouble filling up all the cups."

Stiles saw the hundreds and hundreds of people running passed them and nodded twice before looking at Lydia. "Are you insane?"

She grinned. "Go, you'll be fine." She waved at Derek. "Derek, come get Stiles!"

The sex god in the wife beater nodded and started heading their way, expertly weaving through the runners until he reached them. He took hold of Stiles' hand. "Come on." He pulled him along and Stiles saw him easily go through the people, but even though he was leading him, Stiles ran into at least five people in just those few seconds. Stiles looked back and saw Lydia wave from the salt table.

Scott and Isaac were refilling another trash can at the table next to them as the two volunteers at that table were passing out the rest of their filled cups. All the runners knew to take the cups they were being handed (if they wanted them) and just toss the empty cups to the side when they were done.

In one minute alone, it's like Scott became a magnet for all the empty cups and was hit by twelve different cups. He ended up hiding behind Isaac who nudged back into the line of fire so he wouldn't get hit. Stiles would've laughed if he wasn't hit with two cups himself.

Two hours later, it was dark out and there were still thousands of runners left to get through their station. It only got colder too.

Stiles saw at one point when Allison was refilling the cups a table needed by the one Derek was working at, she walked over to the actor and spoke with him for a bit before taking off her scarf and putting it on him. It was a gray furry infinity scarf with white sparkles throughout and she made sure to wrap it properly around his neck despite his polite protests. She gave him the thumbs up and ran back through the runners to get more supplies for the other tables.

Stiles smiled. That was so cute. Especially when Derek blushed slightly as he looked down at the scarf, poking at its furriness.

Scott and Isaac were running around and eventually got help from Derek who was running around helping them refill and replace trash cans.

When they figured they were down to the last ten thousand runners, things started to get messy. Girls were stepping in puddles of Cytomax and crying about their shoes. Several cups of Cytomax were spilling everywhere, making everyone else whine about their shoes too. Purses were discarded and later the girls went around screaming trying to find them in a panic. One of the tables collapsed and sent all the cups of Cytomax on it flying onto several of the volunteers and a few unlucky runners. The trash cans were filled with cups the volunteers had accidentally dropped since their hands were numb.

Pretty much everyone was shivering. Stiles even caught Lydia shivering once when she thought no one was looking.

Finally, at around eight at night, the last of the runners were going through their station.

Lydia ordered all but two tables to start cleaning up because no one was leaving until that station was spotless.

At about nine, there were no more runners and the station was picked up. Stiles sat down on the sidewalk, ignoring how cold the ground was and shook his head. This was a lot of hard work, but at least they finally finished. Isaac joined him on the sidewalk and sneezed.

"I swear if I get sick you're going to be the first person I infect."

Stiles elbowed him.

The girl he had given his sweater to came up to him and looked down. "Thank you um, very much for letting me borrow this." She smiled and started to unzip the sweater but Stiles raised a hand up.

"Keep it. It's still really cold out."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Thank you!" She bent down to hug him then ran off to join her friends, waving at him.

Isaac smirked and opened his mouth to say something but Stiles cut him off.

"Shut up Isaac."

The blonde laughed.

Scott and Allison joined them for a while as Lydia, Derek and Danny spoke with the marathon workers who came to check up on their station. Once they were cleared, they headed to the small group after Lydia dismissed the rest of the volunteers.

Derek looked at Allison. "Thank you for the scarf," he took it off and tried handing it to her, but she refused.

She smiled kindly at him. "No problem. You can give it back later, I think you need it more than I do right now." She was wearing a sweater. "I think you can really pull off the furry, Derek."

Danny put an arm around Derek's shoulders. "I think I know of a couple other things he could pull off."

Stiles could too.

Throughout the marathon, they all had adrenaline helping them to fight off a lot of the cold, but now it wore off and everyone was freezing.

"I'm glad I'm not the one driving" Isaac said as he, Stiles and Scott stood up to leave. Danny had been the one to bring Lydia, Derek and Allison so they would all go back with him.

"Thanks for helping out you guys, you didn't have to, but I don't think we would have been able to pull it off without you," Scott said to the four, though he was looking specifically at Allison.

She grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Lydia sighed. "Well, we didn't have anything better to do, so I thought, why not, let's volunteer at the Rock n' Roll marathon and freeze to death."

"Oh!" Stiles suddenly remembered something. "Derek, your sweater." He started taking it off but Derek shook his head.

"Just hold on to it."

Isaac smirked but hid it by pretending to yawn. Stiles still noticed it and stepped on his foot.

"Thanks Derek."

Lydia clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here before we turn into popsicles."

They all agreed and the two groups went off in separate directions to their respective cars.

Derek set his textbook down on the table at the library. His classes were done for the day because his professors wanted them to study for next week. That was a week's worth of studying.

It was time to start studying for finals. They were nothing like they had been in high school; this time he was actually required to go back through his books and notes. The week before finals at school was pointless. A lot of students ditched to get in some studying done. Then again, a lot ditched just to ditch. There just wasn't anything to do in their classes anymore, at least, not after a bit of reviewing that their professors provided if they were lucky.

He opened his backpack and looked around for a highlighter. He was considered highlighter happy by Lydia, but really he wasn't. He just knew the important things in his readings and made sure to make a note of them for later.

He frowned when he didn't see it. It wasn't in the pocket he kept all his school supplies in.

Raising a brow, he looked inside his backpack where his notebooks were. Derek liked to keep his backpack neat so he could always find what he needed, but maybe in a rush he had thrown his highlighter in there.

Nothing.

Suddenly a blue highlighter came into his view. He stared at it and followed the hand that was holding the highlighter.

He looked into the face of a grinning Stiles.

"Looked like you needed one."

Derek took the highlighter after a moment and nodded his appreciation.

When he wasn't off daydreaming or being clumsy, Stiles was a great assistant.

Speaking of, the brunette was gone.

"Stiles?"

A loud thump sounded under him and the table shook briefly. Stiles quickly scrambled out from under the table rubbing the top of his head, his eyes squeezed shut for a couple moments before blinking at Derek.

He held up a blue pen and grinned sheepishly. "I dropped my pen."

Derek stared at him for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifting a little.

"I'll just—I'm gonna leave so you can do your work in peace…" Stiles began, shifting his backpack higher onto his shoulder as he put his pen in his pocket.

"Stay."

"S—what?" Stiles' jaw dropped momentarily and his grip on his backpack strap loosened.

"Stay. Keep me company." And Derek Hale smiled, a beautiful smile that made Stiles' knees weak—luckily there was a chair right in front of him that he grabbed onto.

Stiles nodded eagerly and smiled as well as he took a seat on the chair. He dropped his backpack to the ground before opening it to look around for the materials he would be needing as well.

Unlike Derek, his backpack was forever messy, rivaled only by Scott's black hole for a backpack.

Oh, but what he would give to see that smile every day.

As someone who always watched Derek from afar before, he knew how rare his smiles were. Even if lately Derek had become more talkative and a little nicer, smiles like that were still rare. A smirk no, but a smile definitely.

And just a moment ago, he had smiled at him.

And damn did he feel special.

Lydia walked into Derek's room without knocking the Friday before finals week. Derek was sitting on his bed reading through one of his textbooks. He didn't look up at her as she entered.

"Lydia, I told you to knock. What if I was getting dressed?"

"At two in the morning?"

"It's happened."

She rolled her eyes. "Nothing I haven't already seen." She pulled out a piece of paper from behind her back. "Derek, what the hell is this?"

Derek finally looked at her only to narrow his eyes at the paper in her hands. He closed his textbook before standing up and walking towards her. He stopped a couple feet from her and stared down at her. "You went digging around through my stuff?"

They locked green eyes. "That is beside the point. Why didn't you tell me of this?" She quirked a brow at him, daring him to answer.

He tried to take the paper but she stepped back and stared straight up at him. She wished she had her heels on her because this very noticeable height difference was not doing her any good in this situation.

"It's not important."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yes it is. Derek, you told Stiles your repairs cost eight hundred." She glanced down at the paper again and frowned at him.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah. And?"

"I thought the cost was too small, so I looked into it and I was right." Lydia said. Of course she was right. After doing the math for his repairs, eight hundred would barely be enough for the paint job. "Why did you lie to Stiles?"

Derek turned around and went back to his bed. He had a test to study for, this could wait. Opening his textbook again, he said, "It's not a big deal."

"Yes it is. Derek, your repairs cost sixteen hundred. You're only charging him half. Why? And don't tell me you did this out of the kindness of your heart."

Derek marked something in his book.

Lydia waited. "Derek." Very impatiently.

He finally looked up at her and after a few moments, she figured it out. "Derek..."

She slowly walked into the room and placed the bill on the edge of his bed. She climbed into bed with him and sat beside him. "Derek."

He gave up on his studying for the time being and instead leaned back on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head. Lydia turned on her stomach and propped herself up on his chest using her elbows. She looked down at him. "Something you're not telling me?"

Derek regarded her for a couple seconds. "No."

Lydia didn't lift her gaze from him.

He finally sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Not really. Not yet."

A loud ringtone went off from Lydia's room, breaking the silence and their moment. Lydia sighed. She got off of him and he rolled onto his side. "Wake me when breakfast is ready, it's your turn to make it."

She reached over and ruffled his hair and stood up. She walked out of the room and made her way to where she left her cell phone. It was a text from Stiles.

Speak of the devil and he shall come.

Remember how you were looking for that one thing for Derek? Well I went to six stores, but I found it :D when do you want me to bring it?

Lydia thought for a minute as she decided what would be her next step after finding out the true cost of Derek's expenses. If Derek said eight hundred and Stiles would work that off in one semester, since his expenses were twice that, then there was only one logical thing to do. She smirked and sent a reply to Stiles.

You can swing by in the morning.

Moments later, her phone beeped.

Sounds like a plan. Goodnight Lydia, I really need my sleep.

Lydia chuckled. Goodnight Stiles.

She put her phone away and sighed before sitting on her bed and laid down on it, curling around Alpha. Now the only thing left to do was to wait and see what happened.

Monkey: Ahem. Was there anyone who wanted to kill me after the first scene? I got a few reviews asking for a kiss, so I wrote in a kiss! -grins sheepishly before running off to hide, dodging bricks along the way.-

I remember volunteering at the Rock n' Roll marathon back in 2011. God, it was so freaking cold. There were legit, so many disasters. So I thought it would be funny to revisit some of those here.

It also looks like in my story, people don't like keeping their clothes XD

I had to cut a couple scenes out of the chapter, but that's ok because they weren't very funny or relevant. They were just there for space but hell, I didn't need them. Haha.

And there you have it! Derek had a secret! He only charged Stiles half of what the repairs really cost. So what does this mean for Stiles? We'll just have to find out in the next chapter! :D

Next chapter might be out before Tuesday. I doubt it, but I'll try.

Thank you very much for reading! :D