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Stiles saw nearly all of the group head towards the Diner as he descended the RV steps. 'Hmm, that's funny. Why Don't I see Der-'

*Wham*

Well, there was one questioned answered. Derek had appeared from beside the entrance and slammed him into the side of the RV, pinning him there with his larger body.

"You were a very bad pup on the drive here Stiles." He breathed over Stiles neck, moving up towards his ear and nipping at the fragile earlobe

Stiles yelped in surprise. By this point he should have seen this kind of thing coming and done something about it, but why would he try and stop Derek from doing delicious things to him? His train of thought began to blur and he was losing the ability to think logically.

Derek growled and thrust into Stiles, rocking the side of the RV, causing the RV to rock.

"I had a legitimate reason for wanting to get to Seattle as soon as possible." Derek murmered as he assaulted Stiles' lips.

"Mmm?" Stiles replied back noncommittally, lost in a haze of Derek touching him.

"I wanted you naked and to myself as quickly as possible." Derek growled at Stiles, eyes flashing brilliant blue for a second before he proceeded ravishing Stiles' mouth.

Stiles weakly moved to pull away but Derek held him there and they continued to grind against each other for a few minutes, passionately groping each other's bodies and moaning in contentment.

"I asked you if you wanted to have Dinner, not Derek. Come one Stilinski." Came Jackson's dry quip from the RV entrance.

Derek growled furiously, eyes flashing the familiar shade of crimson. There were even fangs with this Alpha glare. Stiles was impressed. Jackson had managed to piss off both heavy hitting members of the pack in less than ten minutes. If he ran inside and insulted Lydia too, he'd have won the Douchebag Trifecta.

Fortunately for both Stiles and Jackson, the mood was broken and both Derek and Stiles followed behind Jackson towards the diner.

Wrapping his arm over Stiles' shoulders, Derek leaned in and whispered:

"This is so not over pup."

Stiles went to reply but he was shut up by a resounding whack on his ass. He squealed in a most unmanly like fashion and shot Derek an irritated glare, to which Derek merely stuck his tongue out at Stiles and opened the door to the Diner.

If the outside of the Diner was any light evidence as to the age of the building, then the inside was damning proof that is was built in the 50's. Sheer white counters, walls and floors were broken up by turquoise booths and stools. Every metal accent from the bar stools to the booth tables to the finishings on the fridge were chrome. Neon lighting lined the divide between the ceilings and the walls, and tubes of it ran along the frame of the doorway.

"Whoa dude, like totally retro!" sniggered Stiles as he entered the Diner.

Derek merely shook his head and ushered Stiles towards a large booth that ran along the leftmost outer wall of the Diner. It wasn't hard to find them, as they were the only patrons in the Diner. The rest of the group was seated at the booth, waiting expectantly for them to sit down. As if trying to get the world to beat the shit out of him, Jackson opened his mouth.

"Have a seat Stilenski, assuming you can after what Derek just put you through."

Immediately Scott lasered in on Stiles' neck and saw the massive hickey in plain sight.

'Oh you've got to be kidding me.'

"Dude! What the hell did you do to him Derek!?" Scott whined, flabbergasted by the sheer amount of very public attention Derek was showering on Stiles.

"Thanks for downplaying that Scotty-Boy. You know how I love to have attention drawn to my sex life. Have I told you how much I love magnifying glasses?" Stiles could not believe how dense Scott could be at times. Fortunately the rest of the Pack was mercifully ignoring Stiles gigantic love bites and focusing on ordering dinner.

"Will the server be out soon?" Asked Derek, nearly all of his earlier aggression gone.

"Yeah, she just went back to fetch our drinks. It may be awhile though." Isaac bit his lip after answering the last part.

Derek looked at him quizzically before Isaac pointed down at the bottom of the menu. Derek immediately zoomed in at the highlighted portion. His eyes immediately lit up.

"How… How many of you went with the special?!"

Isaac looked around the table before looking back up to Derek and speaking. "Well, Lydia said she wanted to watch her figure, so I guess everyone but her then."

Derek's jaw dropped. Stiles, eager to see what the commotion was about grabbed a menu and read over the highlighted part:

*TODAY'S SPECIAL! BUY ONE LARGE MILKSHAKE, GET A SECOND ONE FREE!*

"You ordered 14 milkshakes?!" Derek asked, gobsmacked by the amount of time it would take their waitress to fetch their orders.

"Well..." Isaac began before he looked at Lydia. Sensing Derek's gaze on her she looked up at him and sweetly said "I just got one milkshake. Two would have been far too many for me. At least I was consistent. The rest of the table ordered different flavors."

Stiles did not believe that Derek's eyebrows could rise any higher than they were now.

"You mean to tell me that the bunch of you ordered two milkshakes apiece, all of them in different flavors?!"

"Pretty much." Scott said unassumingly.

Derek merely resigned himself to looking over the menu in sullen silence. Stiles knew why he was shocked: The size of the diner, paired with the lack of other patrons meant that while they were the only ones being served, the waitress had no rush to deal with their orders. On top of that they had ordered 15 large milkshakes in every different flavor on the menu. It would be a miracle if they saw their waitress again in the next half hour.

While the rest of the group discussed what they were ordering, Stiles drifted off towards the sound of the overhead music playing. It was a dulcid tune, full of airy guitar notes and soft crooning.

"Maybe you'll think of me when you are all alone."

" Maybe the one who is waiting for you."

"Will prove untrue, then what will you do?"

Stiles liked the music; it was both comforting and alien at the same time. It washed over him, plucked note by plucked note. He couldn't get over how odd he felt, and how the song was making him feel. He felt uncharacteristically warm.

"Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near."

" Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again."

"And maybe I'll say "Maybe".

The slow piano strokes wafted through his ears. The crooning was driving him mad. He could tell that he was already feeling flush. He had been seated on at the edge of the booth and that did not prevent him from getting up. He had to figure out where the music was coming from. He looked around and noticed there were no speakers on the ceiling.

Maybe you'll think of me when you are all alone.

Maybe the one who is waiting for you.

Will prove untrue, then what will I do?

And there it was. Sitting on the counter right across from him was the oldest, most antiquated radio he had ever seen. A wood paneled box with a white metal cover on the front. After looking at it for a second he realized how out of place it looked. The front of the radio had two knobs located to the left and right of the Dash, and in sprawling black letters on upper left hand corner were the words "Radiation King." Stiles had never heard the name Radiation King before, but he didn't care. He wanted to touch the radio. He wanted to hold it. Caress it even.

'Wait, what?' Stiles tried to shake his head but to little avail. The music was making him feel heavy and tired. If he could just turn it off.

"Maybe you'll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near."

In one fluid motion he got up and moved towards the counter. The chatting at the table had ceased and all eyes were on him. He took a step towards the Radio.

"Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again."

He thought he heard voices behind him, but he knew he couldn't hear them. The only words in his mind were those of the song's.

"And maybe I'll say.."

"Stiles?" Derek's voice was the second to last thing he heard as he reached the Radio and began to turn the volume knob. The other was the last word of the song.

"Maybe".

He twisted the knob.

The room became incredibly hot. Everyone at the table immediately stood up. As they did a loud whirring noise began sounding from the outside. Stiles thought it was a siren, but that couldn't be right they were in the middle of the forest. It was hard to think with all of the heat consuming him. He felt as though he were burning up, but he couldn't understand why. The feeling was like a wall of nausea had slammed into him. He doubled over in pain.

'"STILES!" Derek shouted.

The world became hot, the whirring became so loud that he thought nothing else existed. Soon he was drowning in a sea of sound. Then, like a flashbulb going off, it became white.

And the whirring stopped. And the world was quiet once more.

Oooooh a cliff hanger! What every will you do faithful reader? I shan't keep you for too long, so no worries on an update being late :P

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