Chapter – 3 – Derek
Stiles was absolutely in shock: before him stood Derek Hale. He was wearing his usual dark jeans with a leather jacket overtop a pale blue v-neck shirt. Stiles couldn't figure out why the alpha had decided to show up on his doorstep right after what could have possibly been the best night of his life.
"Derek, what are you doing here?" Stiles managed to spit out in his confusion.
"Have fun on your date?" Derek's face was completely serious. If he was attempting to hint at a joke, Stiles couldn't see it.
"Uh, yeah but I don't see how that's really any of your business. Is the sourwolf jealous?" Stiles spit out a joke but it came out shaky. He was still nervous about the brooding alpha that stood before him.
"Always have to make a joke out of everything, don't you Stiles?" Derek pushed Stiles against the door and was a little to close for Stiles' comfort. He could smell Derek's aftershave. "Regardless, I saw the two of you and was curious." Derek pulled his hand away and took a small step back.
"So you followed me around and then waited for Danny to leave to talk to me? None of this is even your business Derek." Stiles was starting to raise his voice and took a step toward Derek. "I don't understand why you feel the need to butt into my life!"
"I would hardly say I'm 'butting into your life', Stiles. Just because I decided to drop by and see how your little date went doesn't mean I care." Derek had taken a step toward Stiles and was pushing him back against his door.
"Don't care about what? Is this your way of saying you don't care about me at all? Even though together we've been through hell and back." Stiles could feel a lump forming in his throat and he heart felt heavy. "You know Derek, I had started to see you and I as friends but I guess not. Good to know how you feel so I don't get too attached."
"Stiles, that' isn't what I meant." Derek could hear the pain in Stiles voice and wanted to do something about it but Stiles had already started to go inside. "Stiles wait." But it was too late. Stiles had slammed the door shut behind him and left Derek in the dark, cold night alone.
Derek sat for a few moments in front of Stiles' house unsure of how to proceed. Should I try and talk to him? Not knowing what to do Derek walked to a tree near Stiles' house and sat next to it thinking about what to do. He didn't want Stiles to know how he really felt about him. He wasn't ready to go there. Seeing him with Danny had almost hurt in a way. He was happy to see Stiles was having a good time but it wasn't with him. Derek still wasn't completely sure about how he even felt about Stiles so he decided it would be best to wait and talk to him later.
Stiles leaned against the door, sighed heavily, and then sank to the floor wrapping his arms around his knees. His head was spinning. Derek had never been able to get to him this badly before so why now? Had they developed some sort of bond since they knew each other? Stiles put his forehead into his knees and took a deep breath.
"You okay, Stiles?" His dad called out from the kitchen.
"Uh, yeah. Just, tired I guess." Stiles ran his hands through his hair and stood up. Kicking off his shoes he made his way to the kitchen where his dad was sitting, papers sprawled across the table.
"You seem kinda down, did your date go okay?" He looked up at Stiles with concern on his face.
"Yeah. It went great actually." Stiles tried to put on a fake smile about it all but his dad could see right through it.
"Stiles, I've been sheriff for a long time now and a father for longer. I know when something is wrong with my son. What is it?" Stiles could tell he wasn't going to be able to get away without telling his dad what was wrong.
"Well, Derek was talking to me after Danny left an—" Stiles dad interrupted before he could finish.
"Derek Hale? What did he want?" Stiles sighed and then continued about his encounter with Derek.
"As I was saying, he wanted to talk to me after Danny had left. It wasn't even anything really. He just asked how my date went and of course I had to be a snarky, sarcastic asshole about the whole thing. Probably didn't help my case." Never did. Stiles thought to himself. "There were just some things said that didn't sit well with me I guess."
"Like what?" Stiles could see his dad was genuinely interested. "Stiles, you're my son and I want to know when something is bothering you so I can, I dunno, help or something."
Stiles looked into his dad's eyes for a moment and remember what he was like before his mom passed: the father who wasn't always consumed by work and who showed such care toward his family. He was still that same dad but since she died, he had been different. He was more distant it seemed but just then, he saw in his father's eyes the caring man who simply wanted to help his own family as well and not just help solve crime.
"Well, first I need to ask you something dad." Stiles could feel the lump in his throat forming once again.
"What is it?" The look in his eye was still there.
"You don't care, do you?" Stiles could feel the nerves making his speech shake.
"Care about what?"
"You know, my date and stuff." Stiles was surprised he was able to spit out the words without throwing up.
"Stiles, I don't care who you're dating as long as you're happy." Stiles sighed with relief at his dad's words. "Oh, and as long as they aren't a convicted felon or anything."
"Thank god." Stiles laughed a little.
"Now what was it that was bothering you, Stiles?" The look on his dad's face had gone serious once again but just like before, there was still that look in his eye. It was, in a way, comforting.
"Just something Derek said. I was getting kind of upset that he was being so intrusive on my date and everything so I told him to stop butting in on my life and his response kind of, hurt." Stiles was having trouble looking his father in the eye.
"What did he say, Stiles?" His dad wasn't going to let this go. He was adamant about figure out exactly what was wrong. I guess it's the detective in him. Stiles thought.
"He just told me he didn't care. It hurt because I felt like we were closer than that. Close than him just brushing me off as though I'm nothing and that my life doesn't matter at all." The lump in his throat had yet to go away. In fact, it was getting worse as he talked causing him to struggle with his words.
"Stiles, if he really didn't care, then he wouldn't have come to talk to you about it in the first place." He got up and put his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "It sounds to me like he does care but he just doesn't know how to show it. Give him time Stiles. Just try not to get hurt or hurt anybody in the process."
Stiles sat alone after his dad had left in the dim light of the kitchen and thought about the day's events. He had gone through such a mix of emotions and it was all giving him an intense migraine. Feeling like his head was about ready to explode he got up and headed to his room. Right before he closed his door he heard a faint 'good night, Stiles' from his dad's room.
He jumped onto his bed exhausted and thought about how great it would be to see Danny again tomorrow. He did his best to push Derek and what he said out of his mind. He thought of Danny in any way possible in order to keep Derek out which worked and he eventually passed out.