"What do you mean Derek's back? You told me he wasn't coming back till Sunday!" Scott spat out, looking angrily at Aiden.

"I know that's what I said, but obviously it isn't that way anymore!"

"We have to get everyone out of here!"

"You have to," Aiden said, folding his arms.

"Why me?!" Scott glared.

"Because everyone likes you Scott," Aiden retorted, raising one eyebrow and looking at Kira who was nodding in agreement.

"Fine, I need to find a distraction for Derek," He thought for a second, scanning the crowds before smiling. "Stiles!" Kira and Aiden exchanged a confused look but Scott didn't look at them as he pushed his way through the crowds to find his friend.

Derek wasn't in a good mood. He hated plane rides, and he didn't get to see Cora for as long as he'd wanted to. He was just glad to be home.

Climbing out of his car, he noticed that that there was a flashing light in his apartment.

"What the hell?" He muttered, grabbing his bag from the back of his car and locking the car, rushing towards the main door.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled out through the crowd and his friend turned around from where he was standing.

"Scotty!" Stiles exclaimed, wrapping his arms around him.

"Woah easy there Stiles," Scott pushed himself away from Stiles and held him at arm's length. "Can you do me a favour?"

"Anything for my best friend!" Stiles laughed, his eyes lighting up.

"I need you to distract Derek for me,"

Stiles raised his eyebrows and immediately let go of Scott.

"You want me to what?"

"Please Stiles, because I've saved your life on numerous occasions can you save mine now?"

Stiles considered Scott's proposal for a second before nodding, rolling his eyes. "Alright I'll do it, but you still owe me,"

Scott was about to protest but then thought the better of it and nodded, letting Stiles hug him tightly before disappearing through the crowd.

Derek had just gotten up the first flight of stairs, when he was ambushed by very obviously drunk Stiles. "Stiles what the hell are you doing here?!"

"Um I'm just y'know hanging out," Stiles smiled.

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Derek said trying to push past him, but Stiles held out and arm preventing him from crossing.

"I can break your arm remember," Derek threatened but Stiles obviously wasn't frightened.

"How was your vacation?" Stiles asked.

"Let me past Stiles," Derek ignored the question, trying to force his way past the boy.

Stiles looked up the staircase; up at Derek's apartment. "Uh can't do that," Stiles stammered.

"Why not?" Derek said, his eyes glowing blue.

"Um, because there's um an infestation of rats," Stiles bit his lip.

"I'm a wolf Stiles, that doesn't bother me," Derek was getting impatient now, pushed past Stiles and walked back up the stairs.

Stiles scratched his head and thought for a second, trying to fight his drunkenness. "Wait Derek!" Stiles exclaimed and Derek turned around, raising his eyebrows.

"What?"

Stiles ran up the stairs to catch up with Derek. "Uh you just can't go up there," Derek rolled his eyes and began walking again.

Stiles considered his options for a second but couldn't think of anything. He ran up the stairs and once again stood in front of Derek.

"Let me through Stiles, before I throw you down the stairs!" Stiles bit his lip for a second and then suddenly moved forward and pressed his lips against Derek's.

Derek felt Stiles' lips against his. And every single cell in his body told him to push away and break the boy. But something, the tiniest little something, ached for more. Derek felt his heart quicken and then suddenly he was gripping Stiles' shirt and pulling the young boy close to him.

It wasn't just a game to Stiles anymore. He was feeling more than just a distraction now. Derek had pulled him closer and now his hands were around Stiles thin waist. He didn't think that kissing Derek would be a thing he'd ever do, but now in the moment, something felt different. It could be just the alcohol talking but he didn't feel like the pathetic boy that Derek had always made him out to be.

Derek pushed Stiles up against the wall, embracing the boy in every single way. He didn't know what was happening anymore, but he didn't seem to care. Not anymore.