"What a fucking day," I groaned as I stepped into my apartment, slamming the door shut tightly behind me. Today had been a very, very long day. I didn't have to deal with too many patients thankfully but Isaac had definitely caused a lot of problems for himself and for the other staff, the poor guy. I mean yeah he did confide in me that he'd started throwing up his food again but I have to tell his normal doctor and we have to try and get him to stop, y'know? Now he's probably getting seven hells back at the hospital. I repeat, poor guy. So on top of dealing with Isaac, then having to sort it out with his doctor and the nurses, I had to check up on my new patient Scott only to find him a nervous wreck in his bedroom with Isaac desperately trying to calm him down – that was fun too. Then there was Mr Hotshot to deal with and ugh, he's such a fucking douchebag. And he's not a patient so I can think that about him without feeling guilty, yay!

I dragged myself over to the sofa after I'd dumped my back and coat in the small hallway between the door and main room, collapsing onto the furniture with a heavy thud. Man it was good to be home. The only good thing that had happened today was the run in with Derek, and even then it was extremely awkward and definitely could've gone better. I couldn't stop myself from smiling broadly however at the thought of him, his perfect eyes and his perfect hair and his perfect smile and his fucking dimples oh my god. And he's not a minor so that's bonus points – in fact he's actually older than me! By three years to be exact. But anyway. I wonder if he was going to phone me today.

I glanced up at the clock hanging above the TV, it read 11:15pm, so I decided that no Derek was most likely not going to call tonight. Sighing in defeat, I lifted up the TV remote from the floor where I'd obviously discarded it this morning and/or last night and pressed the large, red 'ON' button. The TV flashed to life before my eyes and after a few moments a picture appeared, god knows what show it was but at this very moment in time I didn't really care, anything to put me to sleep would suffice if I was honest with you.

I stared at the screen mindlessly for god knows how long, I still didn't know what I was watching I mean there were swords and knights and long dresses and all that shit but that could range anywhere between Black Adder and Game of Thrones.

Who knows really when sleep finally took me, but I knew that I wasn't its captive for very long – I don't even think I'd completely slipped from consciousness again before I was jolted awake suddenly by the ear-piercing screeching of my mobile phone. I grumbled angrily as I tried to pry my eyes open and dig around in my pocket for my traitorous object at the same time, whoever was phoning me at this fucking hour of the morning literally had hell to pay. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID as I pressed answer and held the phone to my ear, "what," I spat, my voice groggy with sleep.

"I'm sorry! Did I wake you?" the voice on the other end seemed startled, but as soon as the words reached my ear my eyes shot open and all of a sudden I didn't feel so tired anymore. Butterflies erupted in my stomach almost instantaneously. I guess he would call after all.

"Yeah, but no it's fine," I laughed awkwardly, trying to shake off my previous annoyance, "why are you calling now though? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Like 11:30?" Derek chuckled.

"Really?" I furrowed my brow and looked up at the clock again, the little hand between 11 and 12, the big one on 6, Derek spoke truths – I guess I wasn't asleep for that long then. "Oh right…"

"Oh right," Derek repeated, more humour to his voice than there was to mine, "I was just wondering if you wanted to take up that coffee offer..."

I blinked at nothing in particular, "what, now? Are there even any coffee places open now?"

"Yeah," his voice was becoming more uneasy by the second – Stiles you need to calm yourself, I mean you're going to scare the poor guy off and think really, when was the last time someone (let alone someone attractive) showed an interest in you? "There probably is if we look hard enough."

I pondered it for a while; I was exhausted yes, I wanted to go to bed more than almost anything, but hanging out with Derek outside of work… and we're both very rarely out of work, at the same time anyway, due to the overnight rota amongst the staff, how could I pass up an amazing opportunity like this one? I couldn't, could I? "Well, okay," I grinned regardless of the fact he couldn't see me and pulled myself slowly to my feet, "let me just get changed out of my work clothes and I'll…meet you somewhere? I dunno."

"Don't worry about it," Derek declined before an extreme smugness took to his voice, "I'll come pick you up. I mean you sound tired, I don't want you straining yourself."

I rolled my eyes, the smile still wide on my face, "whatever."

"I do mean it though, where do you live? I'll come get you."

I felt my cheeks flush at his offer and quickly rhymed off my address to him before exchanging a time and a goodbye and hanging up the phone – was this legit? Was Derek seriously coming over to my house to pick me up to go out on a date in half an hour? God I could only hope so.

It took me basically the whole half an hour to find suitable clothes to wear (then again, anything seemed suitable compared to the scrubs I had to wear for work. Which I still didn't understand, I mean it's not an actual hospital. But what do I know?) to find some money and make myself actually look presentable. Hell I'd just about got my hair looking perfect by the time I heard the buzzer informing me that Derek was outside waiting.

I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror one more time just to make sure that everything looked decent enough – my hair sat perfectly, my jeans and t-shirt didn't look too casual underneath the leather jacket, there was only one spot on my face which I'd managed to cover up pretty well with concealer. I looked fine. I hoped. "Be down in a minute," I called into the speaker beside my door as I rifled around in the coat I'd dropped earlier for my keys, as soon as I found them I headed straight out the door without another thought.

Confidence, Stilinski, confidence is the key to making yourself seem attractive to this guy – not too confident though, oh god what if I seem like an arrogant prick? I worried before scolding myself immediately – just be yourself, I thought as I reached the bottom of the stairs, what could go wrong with that?

I could see Derek standing on the other side of the door and all of a sudden all the 'confidence' I had dissipated through my feet and into the ground, never to be seen again. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and bolt back up those stairs, but before I'd actually managed it Derek's eyes caught mine through the window. He smiled. I died a little.

I smiled back at him, walking cautiously towards the door before I punched in the code and unlocked it. "Hey," he said, his voice as quiet and breathy as the wind; it made me melt to the spot, my tongue feeling heavy in my mouth as I tried to force a reply out. I couldn't, he was just so breathtaking, but before things got awkward he held his hand out to take mine, "care to join me?"

I reached out and tangled my fingers in his, nodding eagerly as he pulled me out of the building and lead me down the path to the empty street. I say empty, there weren't any cars at all, not even parked, not even his. "Where's your car?" I managed to spurt out as we reached the footpath

"I thought we could walk," he admitted truthfully, guiding me down the street towards the town, "it's a nice night, no one's about."

It's a cold night, I thought as my breath clouded in front of my nose and mouth, I could feel the coldness of the oncoming winter nipping at my skin and I knew that he was probably trying to create an image rather than be practical – I for one am all for the practicalities of warm cars. Oh well. What are we to do about it now?

We walked in silence towards Beacon Hills, not even any background noises to fill the space – Beacon Hills was a quiet town, it didn't really have much of a 'night life', saying that it didn't really have much life at all. It was boring, especially because of where it was situated, right beside Los Angeles! God it was dull. You're not here to have a geography lesson though, you're here to hear about Derek and I.

It wasn't long of course before the awkwardness began to creep in, I was still clutching Derek's hand tightly but it wasn't exactly helping in muffling how uncomfortable we both felt so eventually I had to speak up. "Why did you call me out so late at night?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He looked over at me, his green eyes sparkling as he pieced together a response in his head. None came though, for a while anyway, his lips tugged up into a smile, he stopped walking. I raised an eyebrow at him and cocked my head to the side in confusion, about to open my mouth to question him before I was quickly cut off. "I don't know what it is about you Stiles," he took a few steps in my direction, forcing me to back up into the wall that bordered the street, "but I really think that I like…like you."

My cheeks flushed crimson and I desperately tried to come up with a suitable response, but none of them sounded right so of course I stood there gaping like a complete idiot in front of the most attractive man I'd ever seen in my life. You go Stiles, four for you. "You…" I whispered, it being the best thing I could come up with.

"Took the words right out of your mouth?" he offered, a sheepish expression written across his face. "I hope so anyway, otherwise this would be really awkward."

I nodded eagerly, my own face breaking out in a grin, "d-definitely!" I stammered, immediately cursing myself for being so fucking awkward. Get a grip Stiles, like seriously.

"Good," Derek's face softened. He lifted his hand to my face, letting his fingertips brush delicately over my jawbone, "so you wouldn't mind if I…" his voice dropped in volume with every syllable before it trailed off into nothing, words still lingering on the lips that pressed themselves softly to mine.

Of course it's cliché to say, but I felt a spark as our lips met – well not really a spark, but my heart skipped a beat, my palms became sweaty and my eyelids shut automatically, more butterflies exploded in my gut and I didn't want anything to end less than that moment. It was only a moment though and very quickly, our lips broke much to my dismay. Not that it really mattered, between the soft pink tinge to his cheeks and the happiness spreading through his eyes as his hand fell away from my face to take mine, I knew that I was completely infatuated with this man. I knew that it'd come back to bite me in the ass later, but god that didn't even matter right now.

Yaaaaaay Sterek, sorry for the wait I've been reading Game of Thrones and playing Pokemon. Which reminds me, does anyone want a Meowth/Minun/Charmander/Squirtle/Drifloon egg because I have like 20 of each of them and I don't know what to do with them. But yeah, hope you liked this chapter – it's way longer than normal just to make up for the lack of updates, so please comment/review it would mean so much to me xx