Stiles was so excited that he got to drive the Camaro. He had been dreaming of the car for years, especially when Derek got the new one. The first camaro, which was Laura's originally died a tragic death. To be fair it was not Stiles fault, it was Scott. After Derek became alpha, there had been so much supernatural occurrences in Beacon Hills. When the baby dragons escaped the witch's lair, it was up to Scott to chase them down (another story). Needless to say, that driving at 105 to keep up with the dragons flying overhead was not the brightest idea. One sharp turn and excessive speed ended up in disaster. Scott ended up crawling out of the car after rolling 4 times down the hill he broke six bones but was fine after a few hours (werewolves are amazing). Derek was not happy to say the least.
He tried out the land rover but it was never a good fit, it messed with his image. So after the rover decided to get friendly with a poll, also Scott's fault, Derek got another Camaro. This one was a little different from the first but still shiny black and leather interior.
Stiles loved the car almost as much as Derek; he loved the sound of the engine, so he was speeding. Normally at 9 o'clock at night there, only a few people on the road, this was just the case. Stiles has been driving for about 6 hours, with a pit stop to pee, he was making good time. Cranking up the music Stiles rounded the bend and reality hit him in the form of red and blue lights.
'SHIT SHIT SHIT,' Stiles yelled, serving to the shoulder, which happens to be when Derek decided to make it back to the land of the living. "What the hell, Stiles," Derek yawned and stretched. "Just let me do the talking ok," Stiles tried to sound confident but was failing miserably; he rolled the window down as the cop walked up. "License and registration," "There a problem officer," Stiles tried to look innocent as he handed the mean looking Indiana State Trooper the papers. "Do you know who fast you were going," ask the trooper. "Uh I'm not sure why was I speeding OMG if I was I am so sorry, I was just listening to music" Stiles started rambling like he did when he was nervous until Derek put his hand on Stiles' arm. The officer in the mist of the ramble walked back to the cruiser to check the information. After find no outstanding warrants on the car or the men inside he marched back to the boys. Stiles was quiet when the trooper gave the papers back. "I clocked you going 110 in a 75, I could and should lock you up for this," "what no no no I can't go to jail, I've seen what goes on in there and look I will never speed again, I promise please,"
"Ok look here is a ticket for 95 mph over and I want you to slow down." the trooper walked back to the cruiser and sped off into the night. Stiles expected yelling, and growling but the alpha was surprisingly quiet. "What no yelling, "stiles asked turning to Derek. Derek scowled at his boyfriend, "why would I yell." "Uh I just got a 200 dollar ticket for speeding in your car and you aren't mad," he asked while staring at the road. "I had a feeling that this would happen, so I prepared, "Derek shrugged and looked out the window.
After the trooper incident, the rest of the trip through Indiana was uneventful.