It had been a week and Stiles was still no where to be found. Derek had spent every night in Stiles' room waiting for him to show up. Scott would call every morning to see if Stiles had shown back up. Derek was slowly going crazy, why couldn't anyone find him. Derek had spent the first day trying to sniff him out and was worried when he couldn't pick up his trail. He hadn't eaten or really slept the whole time. Everyone tried to get him to take care of himself but he just shut them out. Danny didn't care either way, just yelled that if he wasn't going to bring Bryce around him until he got his shit together. At the moment he really couldn't care about anything but trying to find out what is going on with Stiles and make sure he was okay. He hadn't seen him after his son bit him and he wasn't able to see how bad it was. Derek was still pissed at Danny for not letting him punish his son. If he didn't get to talk with Bryce about his bad behavior then he would just keep doing it.
Stiles woke up with the worse headache ever. He rolled over and ran into another body. Wait what? Why is there someone in bed with him? Why can't he remember anything? He slowly opened his eyes and let them roam over the handsome face. From what he could see they guy laying next to him was hot. He had brown hair and a very strong looking jaw. His eyes were closed so he didn't know what color they were. He tried remembering what happened but all he could remember was there was a lot of alcohol and lots of groping. From there he didn't remember anything. He looked down and yup he was naked. Oh man, if only he could think of any way this could end in his favor. He couldn't go home, he just knew Derek would be waiting and he could only guess how bad he smelt. So he rolled off the bed and into the bathroom. Now only time to take a shower and find some clean clothes. He didn't think sleeping guy would mind if he just took some. After the shower he was looking for some clothes when he felt two strong arms snake around his waist. "Good morning, were are you trying to sneak off too?"
O man and his voice was so soft and strong all at the same time. No wonder what attracted him to him. He almost sounded like Derek. O Derek...shit what had he done. He was no better then Derek, sleeping with someone. Shit!
"Umm well I had fun and all but I gotta head back otherwise everyone I know is going for be going crazy."
"Aww yes.. Derek...I am assuming he is the boyfriend." They guy sniffed up his neck. "Yes the alpha's stink is all over you" he hummed in his ear.
Wait, what?! How did this guy know about alphas and what did he know about Derek? Shit he was so dead, so dead when Derek finds out he opened his mouth to this guy all because he was drunk.
"Calm down Stiles. I can hear you heart beating out of your chest. You may not want to put on my clothes. We both know how territorial alphas can get. I mean if you were mine and you came home smelling like another I would hunt them down and kill them. And as much as I love to fight I really don't want to today. So here are your old clothes and that should help a little. Don't worry your head if your alpha does come at me...well I can handle myself."
Stiles looked up at him just in time to see his eyes flash an almost neon green color before settling back on there natural blue. Well that just answered his question. Dude was a werewolf and Stiles still didn't know his name.
"The name is Nicholas just in case you forgot it. Although I am sure my whole building knows what it is now after the way you were screaming it last night."
Stiles felt his cheeks warm from the huge blush he knew was on his face. HE slowly got dressed trying to figure out what he could do. He was in so much trouble once everyone found out what he did. He had to find some where to hide out for a little while, some where no one would look, some where were he could get this stink off of him. He didn't understand why he was so upset. He didn't cheat, not like Derek. At least when he slept with someone else there was no relationship. He had a string of one offs when he was in school, why now? Why was it so different with Nicholas? Stiles walked out to his jeep and drove away. There was only one place he could think of that no one would look for him.
Derek was so tired by the time he dragged himself home and up into the shower. He couldn't ignore his son. Bryce had been going crazy every since he had left and he knew it was because he never spent time away from him and also Bryce could tell Derek was upset. He exited the shower and got dressed. He planned on spending the whole day with Bryce. Taking him any were he wanted to go.
Stiles stood outside the old train depot. Yup still looked just as shitty as it did back in high school. He never did understand why Derek thought that was a good place to hide out. It had tetanus written all over it. Well guess since werewolves and all they didn't have to worry about that. He went down inside and saw that the old couch that was there was still there. He went over and flopped down on it. He was just starting to drift off when he heard a noise. Like a car door shutting. Oh shit who was here? he could have sworn he knew no one from the pack every came here.
"Do you want to see where daddy use to train uncle Scott and uncle Jackson?" Bryce nodded his head and clapped his hands.
"Daddy fight!"
"Yes daddy would play fight with them." Derek parked his car and slowly got out. He sniffed the air and could smell the faint traces of another wolf. Who would dear enter his territory and not approach him? Why were they here? And why could he smell Stiles underneath it all? He could feel his teeth lengthen and claws come out. What did this wolf do to Stiles. He locked the doors to his car to keep Bryce in. He slowly made his way into the building hoping that if he stayed down wind the wolf wouldn't smell him.
Stiles got up and backed into a dark corner. If he was lucky it might not be anyone from the pack and he would be safe. He tucked his feet up to he chest and slowly strained to hear any kind of sound. He was breathing slowly and trying to keep his heart rate down. Trying to just disappear from here. Oh why the hell did he choose to go some where that the pack use to use. He was so dead.
Derek found where the stench was coming from. What ever it was, was hiding in the corner. He slowly stalked forward. He ripped away the barrel that was in the way of him and his prey. Just as he was posing to attack he looked down.
"Stiles?" Derek looked at the young man with confusing in his eyes. He then took a deep breath and Stiles could tell the moment Derek figured out why he smelt the way he did. To see the clarity written all over his face, and then the hurt and anger that soon followed. Yup he was dead.
"What did you do?"
"Hey Derek. Fancy seeing you here."
"Stiles..."
"Look Derek you have no right to be upset. We aren't together. I didn't do anything wrong. Not like you!" Stiles was getting angry. "I didn't cheat. I mean yea it was dumb of me to go home with someone I didn't know and then later find out he was a werewolf too. Man that really shocked me this morning. But like I was saying I didn't do anything wrong me and you are not together. Dammit you have a son, with Danny, a member of your pack and me so what I went off and fucked a werewolf that no one knows. So get over it." Stiles finally looked up to Derek but all he saw was the wolfs back. Shit he was leaving. Shit what the hell just happened. He was in more trouble then what he thought.
Stiles slowly walked up the stairs to his room and dropped down on his bed. Why did he feel like he had just killed Derek's favorite puppy. Why did he feel like he was the bad guy? He didn't get it. He just did what he had been doing for the past two years. Why was this any different. Was it the fact that Derek saw/smelt what he did? Still he wasn't the one in the wrong. He heard his window open and let out a sigh. He couldn't deal with anyone from the pack right now. He rolled over too see which one of them it was.
"Scott I really don't want to talk right now." Stiles rolled back over. He felt his bed dip and then felt Scott wrap his arms around him. He didn't know if it was the left over alcohol or just the fact that he knew he messed up some how in some big way but he felt the tears just streaming down his face and felt Scott's grip just a little tighter.