"Look Stiles, I know I haven’t been the greatest best friend lately, and I know that I should have been there for you specially since Lydia got back together with Jackson. All I want to say is that I’m sorry. And I was wondering if you would by any chance accept to come with me to the crib ? Before you say anything, I know you and Derek or even Jackson don’t really get on well, but please come. Don’t let me deal with them both at the same time. Please Han-Solo up and come save your best friend." Stiles looked back at his paper, said paper that was still to be written.
He would have prefered to go anywhere else but nearby Jackson, but he knew that maybe facing him would help him realize how one-sided his love for Lydia really was. And maybe it was for the best, his father was beginning to worry about him, maybe that was because the shit-my-life-is-fucked-up look he had on his face. He may or may not have also been a little bit moody and on the edge of giving into the normal teenage reaction that should have seized him when he finally accepted to see who he really was, the best friend who always comes second and who can’t do anything but screwing everything up.
He sighed and nodded to Scott. “Yeah I’ll be there, but just because you use Han Solo in your sentence.” Though, he knows he’ll regret it later, he starts the engine of his beloved Jeep and heads to the crib. A week. A whole week since he hasn’t talked that much to his best-friend. How is that not fucked up ? His life is all twisted since Peter Hale had the great idea to bite Scott. Bloody supernatural. He almost misses the days when all he cared about was sneaking out at night to go on some crime scenes and the best part of his day was to get ignored by Lydia.
Fortunatelly, Jackson brought a friend along to the crib, dear old Jack Daniels is going to keep company to Stiles tonight. Better than nothing he thought. Not even 5 minutes after he gets there, they’re already playing tag and Stiles is once again left alone. It’s just a bad time. He’ll get over it soon enough, but sometimes it’s hard to cope with the truth when it caughts you. But he’s tired of feeling so useless. At least, now he found something he could be useful for, emptying the bottle of whisky ? Hell yeah he can do that. It’s not like anyone of the pack cares anyway.
"I know why I’m drinking, but why aren’t you ? I mean, there’s a freaking pack of wolves looking for your ass and you’re just pulling out that I-dont-give-a-shit-about-anything face as you usually do. Don’t missunderstand me, you can play with your furry friends whenever you want. But thanks to your uncle, my best friend is kind of concerned too so if you could please give a shit, or at least act like you did for me not to feel like the stupid underdog ? And no there was no pun intented." Derek as always did that thing with his eyebrows that seem to be the only thing that gives away any of his feelings, if he had some. That’s still a question Stiles hasn’t found an answer to quite yet.
"Stop driking Stiles."
"Sorry, not part of the pack, you don’t get to tell me what to do." Even if he knows that Derek could totally grab the bottle from his hands and throw it away just to prove that yes he can tell him what to do, he doesn’t. That’s why Stiles smiles. In the end of the day, even if his life sucks at the moment, he kind of told the big bad wolf to shut up, and that feels good. "Thanks." Wait. What ? Did Derek Hale really thank him ? Is he actually able to be thankful for something ? Wow. The night is getting weirder and weirder. "Yeah, I’m a good bait when it comes to supernatural lizzards or psycho uncles."
"You’re not a bait Stiles. If I were nice, I might even have said that you’re like a mate."
"Sure Wolfie, if you say so. Thanks for the brotherly love that wasn’t creepy at all considering that there’s wasn’t any threat at all in what your were saying, and yes that was ironic. But I am going to head one before one of your puppies destroy my Jeep. She has gone through enough shit." Stiles hadn’t really planed what happened next, sure it felt good to piss Derek off, but he’s not sure that the whole throwing-up-on-Derek-freaking-Hales-shoes was such a good idea since it resulted in having to face a pretty angry werewolf.
"I’m gonna go now. Please don’t kill me. I can’t die a virgin. Forget I even said that. Not the dont-kill-me-part, I still want to stay alive."
"Go home Stiles."
The thing is, Derek knew that letting Stiles drive now was a very bad idea even though few months ago he would have loved that very same idea of letting him go and crash into a tree for him not to be aroud as the pain-in-the-ass he always is. But that same pain-in-the-ass kind of saved his life few times since then, so now he pretty much had to prevent him from crashing into a tree. The dark-haired sighed and ran toward Stiles’ Jeep.
"You’re not driving Stiles." Derek pushed him onto the passenger seat and let him complain about how it was unfair that he wasn’t even allowed to drive his own car to leave the crib where he didn’t even want to come to in the first place. It was funny though, watching Stiles trying to fight his envy to close his eyes and just fall alseep there. The only thing that kept him awake was that he was worried for his car because Derek was driving way over the speed limits. Once they got to his place, Stiles rushed inside the house and Derek had to help him to his room.
"Why are you even nice to me ?"
"Because you won’t even remember that I was like that tomorrow morning. And as much as it is fun to watch you babble things while you’re lying on the floor trying to get comfy to sleep, I really think that you should try to get up and head to your bed which is few inches away." Derek sat on Stiles desk chair and kept on staring at him. Okay, maybe it wasn’t only because he saved his life few times that Derek was nice to him, the kid was pretty fun to be around. And he was smart, like very smart. Even though he usually used that skill to do dumb stuffs that almost always gets in trouble afterward.
"Just sleep Stiles. Shut up and sleep." But Derek stayed. Stiles thought he would go as soon as they got to his place, but he stayed. At least until he fell asleep. But just to be clear, he only stayed becaure the kid was drunk. Like way drunk, and if hid dad were to find out about the level of alcohool flowing through his son’s blood, the later would probably be grounded for months which means he’d have to sneak out by his window to wander with Scott, and Derek was pretty sure Stiles would totally be able to break one of his legs doing that.
"Dude, why did you let me drink that much last night ? Thanks for taking me home though."
"Stiles. Derek took you home." What ? Derek ? The big bad werewolf Derek took him home ? Wait. Derek freaking drove his car ! Oh no, that was not okay at all. No one was allowed to drive his car ! Not even Scott. Except if Stiles was on the backseat bleeding to death, no one was allowed to drive his Jeep, and based on the fact that he was still alive, Stiles was pretty sure that he wasn’t dying when Derek drove his Jeep. HIS Jeep.
If Stiles was too drunk to remember that Derek freaking Hale drove him home, the later had now a very good reason to laugh at him and to despise him. Even more than he already does. “Oh, and you puked on his shoes.” That was bad, very bad. Bad in a fuck-i-am-going-to-die-a-virgin bad. Maybe if he apologizes… He pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to type a text to Derek. The thing is, his teacher is a freaking psycho and Stiles is pretty sure that he has some sort of supernatural vision becausse as Stiles pressed the send button, he turned around he yelled at him that he was going to have to go to detention.
Detention. Again. As if his day wasn’t already crappy. Because yeah, being hungovered really sucks. Fucking karma, if he hadn’t wanted to thank Derek, he wouldn’t have been caught and therefore he wouldn’t have been sent to detention. “Just go Stilinski.” He thanked the substitute, took his cellphone back and headed to where he parked his Jeep this morning. He just wasn’t expecting Derek to be leaning on her. “I got detention because of you.”
"Well, I got puke all over my shoes because of you. Be happy that I’m gonna let that go. Stop complaining about how your life sucks and get in. Everyone’s waiting for us back at the crib."
"Can anyone explain to me why we’re not looking for these angry wolves ? Not that we should rush or anything, but Derek made it pretty clear that they kind of were there to kill us. And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not really comfortable with the whole
idea of dying.”
"So basically because you don’t want to die, you want us to look for those who are going to kill us ?"
"Well if you put it like that…" Stiles shut up as soon as Derek rose his head toward him and stared at him like he was some sort of freaking idiot. Even more weird than the fact that Stiles has been wrong, was the fact that for once Scott was right.
Not that he was always wrong, but he was usually to busy worshiping Allison to concentrate on what Stiles was saying. The later returned to what he almost always did when they were all at the crib, meaning he just stayed there looking pretty while Derek gave a speech about how they all needed to train. Except Stiles of course, because Stiles was a freaking useless human.
So there he was, sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall and watching them training. Scott was supposed to be the target Isaac and Jackson had to chase down. But watching them playing the cat-and-mouse game became quickly boring. Because since he had been turned before the two of them, Scott was clearly winning.
"Why did you want me to come ? Because you clearly didn’t plan that I was going to join them at some point, did you ?"
"You’re Scott’s best friend. Which means you’ll get in trouble too if he does, and I just wanted you to know what to expect."
See ? He was only Scott’s best friend for Derek. He was totally Robin. And he wasn’t cool with being Robin. He sighed and got up, he clearly had nothing to do here and he had some homework that needed to be done. He invented a lame excuse about how his dad called him for him to get back home because he wanted some quality time with his son after all the drama and the tension of the past few weeks, and Scott didn’t think for a second that his best friend was lying to him, because why would he think that right ?
But Derek knew it was a lie. Because his heartbeat slightly changed when his words came out of his mouth. But he didn’t stop Stiles, he didn’t even try to because that would have meant giving away Stiles’ lie, and he had to take care of the training too. He soon called it a day for them to rest and after thinking it through for a little bit, he decided to go to Stiles’ place. It was the right thing to do, he felt like the kid was slowly skipping away and there was no need for some teen drama.
He climbed onto the roof and knocked on the window. Stiles was working on his paper. Well, no really working. More like holding-a-pen-in-his-hand-and-staring-blankly-at-his-computer kind of working. The kid had a lot on his mind lately. Derek wasn’t even surprised before the look Stiles gave him when he looked at the window, probably thinking Scott was the one waiting oustide and not Derek. Because seriously ? Derek Hale knocking on his window at two am was weird. Probably even weirder than the fact that werewolves exist.
"Are you going to leave me here or are you going to open that window Stilinski ?" Oh yeah, he forgot that part. Becaue let’s be honest, it’s not everyday, or night, that this happens ! But based on the fact that he didn’t want to wake his dad up, he opened it and let Derek come inside of his room.
"What are you even doing here ?"
"If I asked you to come to the crib it’s not only cause you’re Scott’s best friend. You’re pack Stiles. I… I trust you."
"What ? I’m sorry. Did you just tell me that you trusted me ? Because last time you were pretty reluctant to let me play with your fairy powder. Not that it leaded to anything because it was totally pointless since you asked me to break the freaking circle I took three freaking hours to make. Oh, and by the way, I was the only one there who was actually able to touch it, so no. I don’t trust your all I-trust-you-Stiles-speech. What do you want from me ? Because you clearly want something, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing there. And I have a freaking paper that needs writing, so if you please spit it out."
Weirdly for Stiles to understand, Derek looked actually sad. Not that he let it show. And it was more like a why-dont-anyone-trust-me-what-I-finally-act-like-a-real-human-being sad than a obi-wan-kenoby-didnt-even-fight-and-die kind of sad.
"You saved my life okay ? More than once. You’re always there to help us even though we don’t ask for your help, and by the way, if we don’t it’s only because we’re worried that you might end up hurt or dead. So please stop pulling that Im-no-good-for-anything face because it’s getting old and annoying because you’re wrong. You’re pack Stiles, okay ? You always have been."
"Wait. Am I in some sort of parallel universe ? Because there’s no way the real Derek Hale would say that to me. Usually our conversations sound more like I’m going to kill you or ripped your throat with my teeth, you know. That kind of heart-whelming conversations."
"Shut up Genim."
"Don’t call me like that. Never again. Or only in the case that I’m dying, but otherwise you’ve got no right to call me Genim."
Stiles’ face shut down when Derek had called him but his first name, only his mom used to call him like that. And no one had the right to do so other than her. Derek must have understood that he had hit a sensible cord because he didn’t add anything. He just looked at Stiles, he blankly looked at him. Which meant in Dereks-facial-language that he cared because there wasn’t even an ounce of meanness in is eyes. It was almost like he felt concerned as well.