Sorry if this isn't where you saw this going but I like a little conflict. Also, not sure if I mentioned this in chapter 1 but I don't own Teen Wolf. If I did I wouldn't have to pay for college from my own pocket. Oh well.


The morning sunlight streamed in through the window in Stiles' bedroom bathing the teen in a golden-yellow glow. He began to stretch but stopped when he felt something behind him. It was warm and sturdy yet soft and comforting. The events of the day before returned to Stiles when he felt a strong arm around his waist pulling him closer to the body behind him. Stiles smiled and settled back into the embrace not wanting it to end.

"Morning," Derek said nuzzling into the boy's hair. He breathed deeply, inhaling Stiles' scent then let out a sigh of content.

"Yes it is," Stiles replied fully enjoying the closeness of their bodies. He turned to face Derek, still wrapped in his embrace. His eyes scanned the face of the man lying opposite him committing every inch to memory. Derek's eyes were closed but he was smiling a smile that made Stiles' heart beat a little faster.

Derek heard and opened his eyes. His smile immediately faded into his usual scowl as he removed his arm from the teens waist and drew the blankets back to leave. He stood and walked out of the room leaving Stiles with a confused look on his face.

Stiles got up to follow the alpha but stopped when he remembered he was only in his underwear. Derek returned a few minutes later fully clothed, holding the boys, now dry, clothes. He tossed them on the bed then moved to the window to leave.

"Wait," Stiles almost yelled "where are you going?" Derek had one foot out of the window as he spoke.

"I shouldn't be here." And just like that he was gone. Stiles was still sitting in his bed stunned when he heard a knock at the door.

"Stiles," Sheriff Stilinski said poking his head into the room "we need to talk."


Derek drove through the streets of Beacon Hills, which were just coming alive with the Saturday morning sun. The puddles from the previous days rain gleamed with morning rays of light reflecting the world around them. The alpha sped along, barely staying within the speed limit. His mind racing a mile a minute replaying what had just happened. The car came to a stop at a red light and Derek sighed.

"Way to go Derek," he scolded himself. It was getting harder for Derek to resist his instincts. All his wolf wanted was to be with Stiles. To claim the teen as his own to give him everything he wanted. But Derek wouldn't let that happen. He knew Stiles needed someone better, someone who wouldn't put him in danger every 5 seconds.

His heart sank as he remembered the confused look on the boys face as he left through the window. It was one of confusion and hurt. Guilt erupted throughout Derek. It started from his chest and crawling into his face and limbs until he reeked of it.

Taking a deep breath Derek took control of the situation and turned onto the road leading to his loft. He sniffed the air, searching for any signs of Isaac. He wasn't around. Derek sniffed again looking for Peter. No sign of him either.

"Good," Derek thought to himself. He didn't need his beta seeing him in such a distressed state and he certainly didn't need his sociopath of an uncle smelling the teen all over him. Derek knew he'd never hear the end of it if that happened. The alpha parked his car and went up to his apartment.


Stiles sat, now full clothed, at the dining table across from his father who was staring at his folded hands trying to find the words to start. The two sat in silence for a while before it became unbearable to Stiles. He sighed wondering how he was going to explain this one.

"So," the Sheriff began, looking up from his hands, "I guess I should've believed you when you told me you were gay huh." the statement caught Stiles off guard, something that was happening a lot lately he noted. "But I mean seriously look at how you dress." Sheriff Stilinski motioned to his son.

"I'm not gay. Well at least I thought I wasn't. Then again...and what's wrong with the way I dress?" Stiles was getting off topic and had to refocus himself. "That's not the point," he said trying to steer his brain in a straight line. Pun intended, he mentally laughed at his own inside joke. "The point is what you saw was taken out of context."

"Okay, then why don't you tell me why Derek Hale was in my house spooning my underage son half naked?" his dad wasn't angry not really. Well maybe a little but mostly he was amused at the situation bit still retained the concerns a parent should have when faced with something such as this. Stiles had to admit, when taken out of context this situation did look really bad.

But what exactly was the context of the situation? "Derek helped me out of the rain then helped me keep warm that's all, right?" Stiles thought that was all but he knew in the back of his mind that wasn't all. The way Derek looked at him while he was undressing them said there was more. As did the sound of Derek's voice when he spoke that morning, before he opened his eyes and was smiling. That smile. Just thinking about sent chills down the back of his neck causing him to shiver a bit.

"Well?" his father asked pulling him out of his thoughts. Stiles looked at his dad and told him what had happened. He left out the part where Derek stripped him naked. His dad didn't need to know that part. When he was done explaining the bare minimum of what had happened his dad looked swayed enough not to ground him.

The Sheriff gave his son a loving look before standing. He spoke as he put his coat on getting ready to leave.

"Do you want me to take you to pick up your jeep?" Stiles had forgotten about his baby, alone and abandoned in the dangerous library parking lot. Okay dangerous may have been a bit of an exaggeration but that car was his life. He nodded and got up to follow his dad.


The water poured out of the shower head onto Derek's naked frame. Steam filled the bathroom fogging the mirror and coating everything in a thin layer of condensation. Derek leaned against the wall under the shower letting the hot water wash away his stress. His tense muscles relaxed and he breathed deeply, inhaling the fading scent that Stiles had left on his body.

Derek sighed then turned the knob on the shower shutting the water off. He stepped out and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist. He looked in the mirror examining his face. He looked...good actually. Better than he had in days. The hunt for the alpha pack had put him on edge but spending the night with Stiles seemed to have made him relax. His face appeared brighter and his eyes looked less troubled. He smiled remembering the feeling of the teens body pressed up against his own. He let the smile linger a bit before returning to his usual scowl.

"I can't be with him," Derek thought to himself "it's not fair to him." He looked at himself in the mirror one more time, his eyes hiding his saddened state. He turned and exited the bathroom.

"What do we have here?" Derek groaned. He turned the face his uncle who was staring smugly at him. The alpha let out a low warning growl but Peter was unphased. He only continued to smirk at his nephew. Derek walked away hoping his uncle would get the hint. Peter did but he chose to ignore it, opting instead to but his nose in his nephew's business.

"Rough night?" Peter teased fully knowing what had transpired between his nephew and the teen. Derek stopped in his tracks, anger building in his eyes. He turned to face his uncle. His eyes flared red as he spoke.

"Stay out of this." his voice was was calm and even but still made Peter flinch and raise his hands in defeat. Derek turned to leave but was stopped by Peter, again.

"I just want to say that you don't always have to be the brooding wolf cut off from everyone. Especially from him." Derek froze. Of course Peter knew.

"Nosy bastard." he thought to himself. Before he could yell at his uncle that he had no idea what he was talking about the older man was gone. Leaving Derek in a foul mood and even more conflicted than before.


Stiles thanked his father for the ride and hopped in his precious jeep. He watched the police cruiser drive off as his dad headed to work. Digging around in his pockets Stiles found his keys and put them in the ignition. He turned them hoping with all his heart that his baby would work. The engine croaked to life and Stiles let out a sigh of relief.

He put the car in drive and was about to set out for home but something stopped him. He put the car back into park trying to decide what to do.

"This is a bad idea?" he said to himself.

"When do you ever have a good one?" his mind countered. He noted that as a good point. He also noted that talking to himself was probably not the healthiest thing. Then again neither was hanging around with a bunch of werewolves.

Stiles drove out of the parking lot and set out for Derek's loft.


So this was more of a transition chapter. Sorry that nothing really happened but the next one will be better...hopefully. Also I had some trouble writing from Derek's P.o.V so if it's kind of rough that's why. Okay so let's wrap this up. Please review if you liked (or didn't like) it. That's how I get better and if you have an idea for this story let me know. :D