I'm sorry guys. I didn't plan to make Derek totally unsympathetic, so I hope you'll look at this with understanding. He has needs and can't really get them covered the way he really wants to. No smut, just emotions and disturbing thoughts/actions.

Derek didn't have to make much of a move to get the girl's attention. He'd been to the same bar several nights in a row, and seen the glances she'd sent him from behind the counter. Tonight she was obviously off duty and a subtle nod was all it took to get her to come to his table.

After almost three weeks, barely exchanging a word with a soul, he needed some interaction. Knowing perfectly well that what he really wanted was out of reach, he was more than ready to move on and have some mindless fun. This girl could take his mind off the recent past, and maybe even, for a while, make him forget about the reason for being there in the first place.

It was still early evening and Derek had just arrived at the bar. He was sitting in the same booth he'd been occupying for the last four nights, and when the girl approached he scooted over a little to make room for her next to him.

"You from around here?" Her voice was smooth as silk as she slipped into the booth. He shook his head and grinned. "No, just visiting. A drink?" He gestured for one of the waiters to come over. He ordered a beer for himself before he turned to the girl again. "You?" She didn't answer, but the waiter clearly knew what she wanted because he just nodded. A couple of minutes later he brought the beer and a Mojito to their table.

When Derek left town almost three weeks ago he'd gone to the mountains. He borrowed a cabin from a family friend and stayed there for two whole weeks. He hadn't really asked permission, but he knew where they kept the spare key. They only used it during hunting seasons, so Derek was pretty sure he wouldn't be caught red-handed.

To atone for the intrusion, he did some minor repairs and chopped enough firewood to last them the whole winter. Staying busy he managed to keep Stiles out of his head for the most part. In the dead of the night when he had to get some shuteye, the memories bothered him somewhat, but he forced them away.

Crawling in through that window at night, having his way with Stiles, had been satisfying, although somewhat sordid. Although, as long as Stiles didn't say no to him, he could just pretend that it was a mutual relationship. Derek was perfectly aware that he had the upper hand as long as Stiles kept the window unlatched. And then suddenly, and out of the blue, the guy decided to shut him out.

He wasn't particularly proud of his own behavior that night – or really any night he'd been to that house – but he kind of hoped that Stiles was too scared to even question it. Derek knew perfectly well that things could have worked itself out if he'd taken Stiles' feelings into consideration.

The only thing he had to do was to show a little bit of emotion. He could have stayed for a while longer and comforted the guy after their encounters. Derek sometmes wished he'd done that. It wouldn't have taken much time, but he was afraid that Stiles could get in too deep. Stiles was a human. Derek couldn't possibly get tangled into a serious relationship with a human.

Up in the mountains as the full moon occurred, he got so antsy that he had to go out hunting. The only thing he manage to catch was a rabbit and as he sunk his teeth into the neck of the animal, killing it swiftly, he felt like a fool. Carrying the fluffy thing back to the cabin, Derek decided it was time to leave.

The next day he made rabbit stew before he cleaned up the place. He dug the remains of the bunny down behind the cabin and hit the road. Derek wondered if he should just go back home, but he didn't feel ready to face reality. He was also pretty sure that he had to stay away from his pack in order to avoid Stiles, so he decided to go somewhere else.

He booked a room at a cheap motel, where he spent the days in bed watching crappy movies on pay-per-view. In the evening he went to the local bar. He came before the rush and was always the last one to leave.

Derek knew that he could probably have brought someone to his room every night if he was interested. The local girls – and even a couple of guys – had their eyes on him. Several times he pondered on doing it, but he always ended up drinking too much to really be able to perform. He also worried that in his drunken state he'd do something foolish – like turn.

So, he sat there alone in the booth panning the room. The waiters kept bringing him drinks no matter how drunk he was, because they'd soon learn that he was a good tipper. The girl behind the bar was the only one who actually caught his attention. With her short short hair, she reminded him of a young Sinead O'Connor.

Derek knew that the girl was in her early twenties, but she looked younger. Unlike the other barmaids, with their skimpy outfits, she wore jeans and t-shirts. Derek was perfectly aware of the fact that if he was going to describe her for someone else, it would be as a Stiles with make-up and breasts. With her dark, unplucked eyebrows and her pale narrow lips she could possibly have passed as his sister. But all of that meant nothing. What really made her catch Derek's attention was the glimpse of mischief in her eyes and the cheeky comments she sometimes threw out to the regulars at the bar.

And now she was sitting at his table sipping Mojito out of a straw. "You don't talk much, do you?" She cocked her head and tried to catch Derek's eyes. "I mean, I've seen you here sitting alone every night. The girls are drooling over you." She took another sip from her drink. "You wouldn't even have to chat them up."

Derek took a swig from the pint in his hand before he turned to the girl. "They don't interest me." He sighed heavily before he continued. "You're the only person in here that I would want to have a conversation with."

The girl chuckled. "A conversation? None of these girls want to have a conversation with you." She patted his back. "I think it would be more physical." Derek looked into her eyes. "What about you? What do you want?"

Not another word was uttered between them before they were standing outside the girl's apartment. Derek pinned her to the door and kissed her as she tried to get the key out of her pocket. "I need to see what I'm doing. Sorry." She bent down a little and unlocked the door. They both almost fell inside, but managed to stay on their feet until they hit the couch.

Derek practically ripped the shirt off of her and with skilled hands he had her pants unzipped in an instant. "I don't even know your name." She panted out as she lifted her pelvis off the cushion. "I'm Anna."

Derek pulled back for a split second. "Anna?" he said as he leaned forward again and kissed her. He didn't want to tell her his name. "Does it matter? I'm gonna leave soon." Anna shook her head. "No! It would just be nice to know."

He wanted to turn her over. He wanted to fuck that tight ass, but Derek braced himself. Or he thought he did. When Anna screamed from the top of her lungs Derek startled. He noticed that his claws were dug deep into her skin. He managed to retract them but the damage was already done.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Anna screamed. Derek covered her mouth with his hand and leaned on her till she stopped squirming. There was terror in her eyes. "When I remove my hand you will not scream." He tried to make his voice soothing, but he could hear the growl lurking underneath.

Anna gave him the nearest of a nod she could in her present position. It was really not more than a twitch. Derek removed his hand as he stared into her eyes. "I'm gonna leave now. Forget about me." Before she could get a chance to scream again he was out the door. He knew he'd screwed up majorly. Derek went back to the motel and packed his things before hurried to the reception to pay for the room. Then he jumped in the car and sped out of town.

He didn't know if Anna understood what happened, but if she told her story to anyone the rumors would quickly reach the hunters – the Argents – and Derek would again be chased. He wasn't that far from home, and stories travel fast, so he just had to hope that she never mentioned it to a living soul.

Less than two hours later he was in his loft ,cursing at himself. He'd been too careless. He wished that he'd dealt with all this in a different manner. Last time he left town he'd just hooked up with random people. Always in control, he'd never ever revealed his true form.

Being cooped up in that cabin for a fortnight – experiencing the curse of the full moon in the process – had made him crave the interaction too much. Derek wasn't quite sure, but he worried that he would have killed – or turned – that girl if she hadn't screamed so loud.

He worried about his own sanity. He worried that his instincts had failed him. Derek knew for sure that it had everything to do with this ridiculous relationship he had with Stiles. He didn't want this. He wanted to be carefree and unattached.

In hindsight Derek decided that leaving town had been a bad move. He could have got his piece of ass here. He could have managed to stay under the radar. Stiles wouldn't have had to find out. But so what, what if he did. The guy had literally shut him out. Stiles was done with all this shit and didn't want him to come over anymore.

"Fuck it." Derek flung the tumbler into the wall. Shards off glass and the rest of the whiskey rained down on the floor. He grabbed the bottle and drank from it before he prepared to send it in the same direction as the tumbler. Then he resigned and with a sigh he slumped down on the couch again and took another swig.

After downing the whole bottle Derek grabbed his jacket and decided to go out. He felt restless and he needed to do something. He peeked out the window and panned the neighborhood. It was dark and quiet out there. He checked the time – it was way past midnight – and as he was about to bend down and put his shoes on he threw another glance out.

Furrowing his brows he moved closer to the pane and stared at the car idling by the curb about a block away. That grille was easily recognizable. Even with his heightened senses he was still not able to make out who was in the car, but who else in this town drove a blue jeep?

Derek started pacing. He couldn't go out now. He knew for sure that if he came any closer to Stiles it would be impossible to predict what would happen. Although, Derek had a general idea.

The room was covered in darkness so he was pretty sure that Stiles couldn't possibly have seen him looking out the window. Derek wondered if he hung outside here on a regular basis or if this was a one time thing.

Derek had parked his Camaro in the regular spot and now he regretted it. But still, if Stiles hung out there on the curb because he'd spotted the car it was a little surprising. He couldn't believe that the guy scouted him out. Why would he? Derek pushed the thoughts away. So now Stiles knew that he was back in town, so what? Nothing was going to happen between them regardless. There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for why Stiles was there. Derek squeezed his eyes shut and started to undress. Tomorrow was a new day. He was going to act normal and not give Stiles a second thought.

It took about four seconds for him to discover that it was harder than he anticipated. The only thing on his mind when he fell into a restless sleep was the memories of Stiles' body under his own rough hands. A few minutes later he woke up again. He tried to tune in to the sound that had alerted him.

-o-o-o-

Stiles knew he was behaving like an idiot. The last couple of evenings he'd driven past Derek's place to see if he was back. Yesterday he'd even gone to the Hale-house to look for him. He didn't know why, the whole thing was pointless. What if Derek was back? It wouldn't change a thing.

Earlier this evening he'd been to the skating rink with Scott, Alison and Lydia. After that they'd gone out for a meal and it was pretty late when they eventually parted. Hanging out, the four of them, had stated to be a regular thing. It could probably be perceived as a double date but him and Lydia never held hands or anything.

A couple of times Stiles could have sworn that the girl was flirting with him, but he decided that he must have got it wrong. Also, his crush on Lydia was completely gone so reciprocating was not an option. He looked at her totally different now than before. It was kind of nice. A friendship was developing between them, and he was comfortable in her presence.

Mr Stilinski was working that night so after dropping Scott off at home, Stiles took a drive around town. Well, calling it a drive around town was exaggerating it. It was just that he felt the need to take this little trip around the block where Derek lived. Stiles startled when he noticed the Camaro in front of the building. He had to pull over and take a moment.

He looked up at the only window he could see from where he had stopped. It was completely dark. If Derek was back he was probably fast asleep. It was after all way past midnight. After idling for a few minutes he parked the car and turned off the engine.

Knowing that Derek was so close, his heart started racing. The urge to get out of the car and run to the door was so overwhelming that Stiles had to hold on to the steering wheel for dear life to fight it.

"Stupid idiot, what good could possibly come out of that?" Stiles said to himself as he prepared to pull out in the street again. Somehow – unbeknown to his own consciousness – when his hand reached for the ignition key, instead of turning it, he pulled it out and clenched it in his hand.

It was a short walk over to Derek's car. Stiles let his finger run over the hood. It was dirty. He wiped his finger on his thigh and took a step back. The Camaro looked like it had been driven through mud. Stiles patted the roof as to sooth the thing. "He got rough with you too?" Giggling a little from his own idiocy he peeked up at the window again. It was still dark and uninviting.

Derek could possibly be at a bar nearby. He could be anywhere, really. He moved around pretty fast and didn't always need his wheels to get around.

Stiles jumped up on the sidewalk and hid in the shadows as a car drove by. Being spotted caressing a vehicle was not desired. Someone could think that he was about to steal it – or it's contents.

As soon as the taillights of the passing car had disappeared around a corner, Stiles decided to go back to his jeep and take off. This was just so totally ridiculous that he had to get away from there quickly. It was just this one puzzling thing that bothered him. He was standing only a few feet away from Derek's front door. Normally it would be locked, or at least closed. Now it was slightly ajar. Derek wasn't normally this careless. Something was wrong. Maybe he was injured?

A couple of steps to the left brought him right in front of the door. He pushed it gently. It was well oiled and didn't make a sound as it opened enough for him to slip inside. He ascended the stairs slowly and when he finally arrived outside Derek's apartment he stopped.

Hesitantly he lifted his fist to knock, but then he lowered it. There was no way he was going to do that. What was he thinking? Derek would surely misunderstand. He wouldn't believe that Stiles came because he worried about him – that he worried about that open door.

Stiles chuckled silently to himself. He himself didn't even believe that story. The only thing he really wanted – really craved – at the moment, was for Derek to pull him into an embrace and just hold him. He was pretty sure that it would be misconstrued if he knocked that door and alerted Derek of his presence. This was definitely going to be perceived as nothing but a booty call.

Even if Derek wasn't interested anymore, it would still be hard to explain. Stiles looked down at the floorboards and took a deep breath. He knew he had to talk to Derek at one point, if only for his own sanity, but he'd wait till morning. As the decision was made the door in front of him suddenly opened. Stiles lifted his head and saw Derek take a couple of steps back before he turned around and walked further into the apartment.