In denial. That's what Scott was, he was in denial.

After spending a good portion of the morning showing him around the building, after talking to him for a while, that was the conclusion I came to. Basically he was in denial about everything that was wrong with him - he had a lot wrong with him, like so much! …I think; like I think my file said that he had a lot wrong with him but I can't actually remember. Yeah go Stiles! Not being able to remember what's wrong with your patient! You got this nurse thing down!

I sighed, sifting through the small file in my hands as I walked down the long, twisted corridor. I was sure it was in here somewhere, I mean it had to be! He was my only patient for crying out loud! It took me ages to find it, but eventually the flimsy, white page jumped out at me just as I'd turned the corner at the bottom of the corridor - multitasking was never one of my strong points okay? Leave me be. "Yes!" I exclaimed out loud as I pried out a single page from the file. I held it up in victory, not really paying attention to my surroundings as I did my own little victory dance. Should've watched where you were going Stiles.

I say that because, in the midst of my 'happy dance' I was struck by a large, statutory force, knocking me to the ground. "What the-" I groaned, rubbing the spot on my head where it had whacked off the hard floor. I sent a glare upwards towards the black wall that had sent me flying, only for the wall to turn around and face me, catching me out in my short, hateful stare.

I almost jumped out of my skin upon seeing who it was - he was tall, well-built, muscular, short black hair accompanied with thick black stubble and a pair of deep, green eyes. I knew those eyes probably a lot more than I should do, it was kind of creepy if you ask me but oh well, what can you do? But anyway - Derek, it was Derek, that's who the eyes belonged to. I felt my heart skip a beat even at the mention of his name.

Derek was one of the very few security guards here at Beacon Hills Psychiatric. He was the only one that paid attention to me at any rate - not that I was complaining because the moment I stepped into this building that very first time, I fell in love with the brute. Okay maybe not as dramatic as that but god damn he was gorgeous.

"Stiles!" His face flushed a bright red colour as we locked gazes. He extended his hand quickly to help me to my feet, after he swept me off them yup. Shut up Stiles, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"

I took his hand and chuckled lightly, using it to pull myself upwards before I muttered a small 'it's ok'. As soon as I was standing again he smiled at me awkwardly and bent down slowly to pick up the sheets I had dropped, bundling them all together hastily before straightening himself up and handing them to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, casting my eyes down to the floor beneath his feet. I went to walk past him again, so desperately wanting to avoid confrontation, so desperately wishing for long hair so I could hide my embarrassed expression, but his hand caught my arm with probably a lot more forced than he'd meant before I could even move a few inches.

"Stiles, um," his voice was quiet, dripping in curiosity, "I know like, it's really out of the blue and you'll probably say no and stuff but... Do you think that we could like... Go out for coffee sometime? Or something?"

I blushed, the words sounded forced and almost unnatural coming out of his mouth – but so perfect at the same time. Him and I had been flirting for ages okay, there was no getting around that and I'll probably tell you more about it at some later stage, but we definitely had something going on; of course I thought it was just us messing around and being complete dicks. Was it not though? Like, what if he just feels obligated into asking me? Just because we were flirty? Oh god. Oh god oh god oh go-

"Stiles?" Derek laughed, clicking his fingers in front of my face, his cheeks were still the brightest shade of pink it was hilarious, then again mine were probably a similar colour, "it's okay if you don't want to…"

"No!" I cut in abruptly, "no, I mean like… I'd love to," a soft smile tugged at my lips as my gut bubbled with anxiety, "yeah, yeah that would be cool."

Derek's face lit up at my reply – fuck he was so adorable I cannot bear it. Stop. Please. "Okay!" he beamed, "okay cool, I'll like… I'll call you or something, yeah."

"Yeah," I repeated, chewing on the inside of my lip out of habit, "yeah sounds good."

I began taking a few steps backwards, about to walk away again when the heat in my face was becoming far too much to handle, before I stopped myself, "don't you need my number first?"

I could practically see Derek's internal facepalm as his eyelids shut and his jaw tightened, "yeah," his eyes fluttered open again and that smile returned to his face, showing off his amazingly white teeth, "yeah like, just write it on my hand and I'll call you later!"

I drew a pen from the top pocket of my coat and I could actually feel my heart as it hammered against my chest, I genuinely thought it was going to break through my ribs if it didn't calm down holy shit. I took Derek's hand in mine, trying not to let the pen slip through the sweat in my hands as I wrote down my number, how attractive Stiles, wow. "Just call whenever, if at all, I mean like-"

"I'll call, don't worry," he assured me, his hand reaching up to squeeze my shoulder, "but we should probably both really be getting back to work, so…" the tone of his voice fell to a more exasperated one, "I'll see you later."

And with that he turned around and began walking in the opposite direction, leaving me standing behind him in pure awe and confusion. Did that seriously just happen?

not too sure about this chapter, idk I don't think it flows very well - I did write it quickly tho while my friend was trying on clothes in town so. hope you like it tho! Don't worry there'll be more Sterek background and stuff in a later chapter xx