Stiles woke to the smell of something incredibly strong under his nose and with his head resting on...something. He moved slightly and felt a hand stroke his cheek. "Stiles? Stiles, are you okay?" A gruff voice says above Stiles' head. It was Derek. He was lying on Dereks lap. Embarrassment flooding him like a waterfall as he opened his eyes to see Derek's concerned face looking down at him. Stiles tried to sit up, but faltered because of the shooting pain he had in his head, "You fell on one of the pillows, but your head missed and you hit it pretty bad." Derek said.
"I fainted." Stiles said, sitting up and succeeding this time.
"Yup. I have to admit it was pretty funny to watch." Erica said, sitting across from Stiles.
"Erica, please. Now is not the time. Go get some painkillers from the kitchen and a glass of water for Stiles." Derek said, sounding slightly annoyed.
"But-"
"Now, Erica!" Derek said in an elevated voice, eyes flashing red- Wait, red? That can't be right. Stiles thought, but he let the thought pass as just having woken up from fainting and a possible concussion. He was just seeing things, that's all.
Erica stood without a word, a stony expression across her face as she walked through a door that Stiles assumed led into the kitchen. Stiles was a little more then freaked out by how easily her smirk and teasing words were taken away from her with just a few strong words from Derek. How can a Beta have that much influence on another Beta? Stiles thought.
Erica came back into the room with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. She handed them off to Derek and then made her way towards the front door, "I have some work I need to do. I'll see you later Stiles, it was nice meeting you." She said with a small wave and a weak smile at Stiles. Stiles lifted his hand waving good bye, wincing at the pain that suddenly shot through his shoulder. Must have landed on it weird. He thought. Derek must have noticed the pained look on Stiles' face, because he was wordlessly shoving the painkillers at him and setting down the glass of water beside then he stood up and started walking to the door that led to the kitchen, "My office is through the kitchen and to the left. Take the painkillers and then meet me there to start you interview."
Stiles was beginning to think that his possible new boss was going to be a grump and not very fun to be around. He can understand though; having a human stranger come into his house, messing with his werewolf senses, that could definitely put him in a bad mood. But this is Derek Hale, and he's known for being a tough asshole who frowns a lot. Seeing him smile with his kids in such an affectionate way was so different from everything Stiles has seen in interviews and in newspapers. Maybe when Stiles starts taking care of the kids Derek will let that smile slip a little more often. Even if that smile unsettles Stiles a bit.
Stiles was pulled from his thoughts by Talia tapping him on the shoulder, "Stiles? I can show you to his office if you want." Stiles nodded, standing up and almost falling; if it wasn't for Talia's strong grip holding him up, he would have taken a nose dive onto the floor. He righted himself and followed Talia to the kitchen door.
Stiles stopped at the kitchen door, surprised to see such high end appliances. He was honestly expecting to walk into something that looked like it was from Little House on the Prairie. But what he did see was rather impressive; a large, stainless steel stove was along the wall to the left of Stiles, with granite counter tops on either side of it and cabinets lined the wall above it. There was an island counter in the middle of the room with six stools set up beside it and a stainless steel fridge at the end of the granite counters. He didn't see a table in the kitchen, but there was... Yup, more huge pillows. There were seven of them around another one of those bamboo mats. Stiles began to wonder why they needed so many pillows, but let the question drop so he could focus on following Talia across the kitchen. Stiles jumped slightly and let out a small yelp when he step off the hardwood flooring onto cold tile.
Talia giggled when she turned around to see Stiles' shocked face, smirking as she said "Sensitive feet, Stiles?"
"Ha. Ha. Just wasn't really expected the cold floor is all." Stiles padded over to where Talia was standing by a closed door that Stiles assumed must be the office.
Talia nodded her head towards the door, "After you, Stiles." Stiles walked over hesitantly, putting his hand on the doorknob, and with a deep breath he turned the handle and opened the door.
Derek was sitting behind a large oak desk, looking over what Stiles assumes is his resume. Derek doesn't look up from the papers when Stiles enters the room, he just makes a gesture to the chair in front of the desk and says, "Have a seat, Stiles." Stiles obeys the indirect order and sits down in the chair offered to him. Talia takes a place on the floor in the corner of the room. Stiles thinks it's a little bit weird that she's sitting in on his interview, but his thoughts are interrupted when Derek clears his throat to pull Stiles' attention back to him.
"So," Derek says, pushing the papers aside and looking Stiles straight in the eyes, "You're more then qualified for this job, and i'd be a complete moron not to say yes," Derek pauses to gather his thoughts, so Stiles takes the opportunity to say, "So whats stopping you!" he says, with a small huff of nervous laughter. Derek gives him this slightly annoyed look and Stiles almost shrinks in his seat. "Like I was saying: I'd be a moron to say no. So i'm going to hire you on a paid trial basis. If you can last a week at this job, then I will consider keeping you full time and have you move in. Now, lets move on t-"
"Wait, move in? As in, i'd live here?!" Stiles squawked.
"Yes. It makes it easier on all of us if we don't have to keep going back and forth everyday to pick you up and take you home. If that's an issue, then maybe you should be looking for another jo-"
"N-no! It's fine- great! Fantastic!" Stiles rambled out; sitting up a bit straighter, with a buzz of excitement running down his spine.
"Alright..." Derek said once Stiles settled back into his seat, "Have you ever had any experience with Werewolves? Other than the extensive schooling you've gone through."
"Uh- Yeah! My Buddy, Scott, got turned back in highschool. I was kinda his only friend at the time and I helped him get through it; chained him up on full moons, taught him control, rubbed his back when he threw up after he woke up with a dead rabbit in his bed. All that jaz."
Talia snorted from her place on the floor. Stiles nearly jumped out of his chair, forgetting she was still in the room. This only made Talia start to laugh even harder.
"I don't mean to be rude, but is there a reason she's in here?" Stiles said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Talia. Honestly, it was a little weird to have Derek's daughter-niece (or whatever he's supposed to call her) sitting in on he's interview.
"She's the oldest of her siblings, and in four years she'll be expected to start helping with the company. Learning something as mundane as hiring a new employee should be a given." Derek stated plainly.
"Helping with the compa- She's, what, fourteen? So, when she's eightteen you just expect her to just want to help with W.A.P? Does she get a choice? I know I'm not even officially hired yet and that I really shouldn't have a say, but come on, man! This is some real "my father was a mechanic, so I gotta be one too" shit. Have you ever even asked what she wants to do?" Stiles felt his heart racing in his chest as he stared at Derek who had a blank and unreadable look on his face. Stiles spared a glance over his shoulder to take a look at Talia who had a very shocked look on her face.
Derek's expression suddenly changed to one of anger and frustration; the natural features on his face seemed to not even have ever existed. "You're right." He said with an animalistic growl. Stiles felt himself shrink into his seat, as if making himself as small as possible would save him from Derek. "Right about what?" Stiles said in a weak voice.
"You don't have a say in this, and I'm seriously rethinking giving you the job." Stiles felt his heart sink. What else was a supposed to do? This was his one and only interview this month, and he needs to pay the rent before his landlord kicks him out. And what about his jeep? No money for repairs = no jeep. There is no way in hell he's going through life without his jeep. Stiles was about to open his mouth and plead for his forgiveness when Derek cleared his throat and said, "I shouldn't give you the job," Oh great, here we go. No house for Stiles, and no jeep. He's going to have to live with his dad again. That CAN'T happen.
Derek set his eyes on Stiles like he was trying to read his mind. Having Derek's eyes on him like that sent a chill down Stiles' spine, and not the kind of chill that turns him on. No, it was the kind of chill that makes him go 'oh shit i'm gonna to die and be eaten by werewolf children.' Derek gives him this odd look, and it really starts to seem like he can read Stiles' mind. "But," Derek says after a minute. But? But what? "You're the most trained and experienced applicant we've gotten... So the trial will continue." Derek finishes. Stiles' face lights up with a huge grin, though the smile feels slightly out of place; seeing as how Stiles was filled with anger only moments ago. Despite the still overwhelming rage, a little bubble of happiness is pushing it's way past Stiles' anger and lightening his features.
Stiles jumped to his feet, feeling a sudden burst of overwhelming energy, "You will not regret this, Derek! Thank you so much." Stiles said, turning to walk out the door, but before he could reach said door, Derek's voice caught him before he could get away. "We're not done, Stiles." Derek said in cool and close to bored voice. "Please take a seat; we have some things to go over. Sleep schedules, wake up times, meals and other things... Such as bringing female dates here for... Activities." Activities? Really? Is Derek Hale honestly uncomfortable with sex? And who was he assuming Stiles was straight! Stiles hadn't so much as kissed someone of the female gender since high school. And does Stiles honestly look like someone who is capable of picking someone up at a bar? The last time he was even on a date was months ago! And the guy seemed to be doing it out of pity than actual interest. So, no. Stiles would not be bring anyone home for 'activities' any time soon.
"Uh.. That won't be a problem," Stiles said, walking back over to the chair in front of Derek and sitting back down. "For one," He used his fingers to count off the number, "I'm gay, and I don't often bring anyone home, like, ever." There was a snort from the corner where Talia was stationed, "Oh he's perfect, Derek." she said, looking smug. Derek glared at her, suddenly making her look small and subdued. "Jeez, just making a joke." She said, looking down at her feet.
"Is my, uh... Is my being gay going to be an issue? Because let me tell you; I don't need another homophobic boss who's going to consistently call me faggot or fairy boy." Stiles felt his face heat up at the random out burst of personal information. But something about Derek made Stiles want to put all of his secrets out in the open for him to see. Stiles looked up from staring at his hands to see Derek with the most horrified look on his face. "N-no! God, no. That's- That won't happen here, Stiles." And just like that, the matter was dropped. Derek was shifting papers until he pulled out a single sheet and handed it to Stiles. Stiles accepted it and looked it over. "Those are all the sleep schedules, meals and so on." Derek stated, shuffling all his papers back together and placing them back on the his desk. "And you may bring dates here, but only if I've been notified beforehand." Stiles nodded his head in understanding.
It was kind of weird that Derek wanted to know if and when Stiles brought someone over, but than again it was his house and werewolves are very protect- Wait, hold on. "How am I supposed to bring someone here if I myself don't even know how to get here?" Stiles asked, looking up at Derek with a furrowed brow. Derek was half way to standing up, but than sat back down after hearing Stiles' question. "Right.. So, no visitors. If you want to take a date home, go to their place, I guess... Sorry, I'm not really used to hiring outside of the pack." He said, shrugging.
"No, no. I get it. Pack safety and all, it's cool, man." Stiles stood up then. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Stiles asked as Derek stood as well and walked around his desk to stand in front of Stiles. Derek looked him over before responding, "No. That's all for now. Talia," Derek said, waving a hand for Talia to come and join them, "will be more than happy to show you around the property. Right, Talia?"
"Absolutely!" She says, practically dripping false enthusiasm. Stiles forcefully stops himself from saying something sarcastic about her fake happiness and instead goes for the door. He's just about to grab the handle when the door swings open to showcase a very pissed off looking Alpha Hale. Before he can get his bearings, there's a clawed hand around his throat and he's than pushed up against the nearest wall. Stiles tries to find his footing, but soon notices that his feet are no longer on the ground. He looks down to see angry red eyes and sharp teeth.
"Did you think you could just let a human into my territory," Peter pulled Stiles back a little only to shove him hard into the wall again. Stiles coughed and gasped for air. "walk on MY land," another shove. "soak his disgusting HUMAN sent into my houses, and I wouldn't notice?!" Peter throws a gasping-for-breath-Stiles at Derek's feet. Derek immediately swoops down and hauls Stiles to his feet, pulling Stiles' arm over his shoulders and putting one arm around Stiles' waist to keep him from toppling over. Stiles' nose started bleeding at some point and he can feel the blood slowly dripping across his lips, down his chin and onto the floor.
"What the hell, Peter!" Derek roars.
Peter holds a hand up and than points at Derek. "Don't you even start with me, Derek! Get this human out of my house or so help me, Derek, he'll leave in a body bag if necessary."