What to Do?
Stiles could see things, things he probably wasn't suppose to notice. No not ghost or magic things, he was one hundred percent human, thank you very much. What Stiles could see were interactions, the kind you don't really notice. Like the way Scott always had a hand on Allison, always unconsciously protecting her. Boyd was the same with Erica and Isaac was like that with... well everyone. But it wasn't how they were acting that had caught Stiles attention, it was Derek and the weird movements he was doing.
The brooding sourwollf would growl and frown at everything, which was totally normal. I mean if those eyebrows weren't dancing with his daily annoyance, Stiles truly thought the world was most likely about to implode. So Derek was acting totally like Derek, tough training and all. Except when Stiles was unintentionally... well let's be honest, intentionally pushing Derek's buttons he didn't find his face hitting the steering wheel or body thrown through a wall. Stiles would see Derek's fingers twitch, occasionally he would even reach out, but every time he would suddenly stop. His hand would fall back to his side, than a pointed glare followed by a growl and lastly he'd barge past. Only it wasn't really barging past, it only looked like it. Derek would press his shoulder close as he went by but no contact was made.
For the past several months this had been happening, Derek avoided all contact with Stiles and even gave up arguments with a simple growl. The gears turned in Stiles head, trying to uncover the secret ways of a brooding Alpha, not that easy. So for the time being he pushed it aside, the summer holidays had just started so why dwell on Mr broody eyebrows. Stiles watched the television, Isaac sprawled on the floor and the lovey-dovey Scott and Allison making out on the couch.
"Ever feel like the third wheel around these two." Isaac asked plainly, eyes never leaving the screen. Stiles twisted in the worn sofa chair to face Isaac, their eye's meeting briefly for a staring competition.
"We could always make out, if it would make you feel better." Stiles winked.
Isaac broke eye contact as a grin spread across his face, a laugh was quickly covered by a cough. "Thanks for the offer but I'll pass. I might stick to being an extra wheel."
"Well without us two extra wheels they'd be a motorbike. Instead of the stable four wheeled jeep they are." Stiles joked.
"Were not a jeep, never a jeep." Scott drawled for the three seconds it took Allison to catch her breath. Isaac shot Stiles an unimpressed look before changing the channel from fishing to lawn bowls. Stiles sighed and 'accidentally' stepped on Isaac on his way to the kitchen. Earning a growl and almost tripping as Isaac grabbed his ankle in retaliation.
So this was Stiles Friday night, his first Friday night of summer break, great sign of the future. The fridge squeaked as he opened the door and a packet of flour stared at him from the middle shelf. Stiles blinked at the paper packet before grabbing it and throwing it into the cupboard. 'Last time I ask Scott to help put grocery's away.' Stiles thought to himself. Stiles grabbed a cola before closing the fridge with a sigh and made his way back to the lounge room. Four steps from his comfy seat and the riveting game on the television, the lights flickered before the power cut out all together.
"Shit." Stiles cursed, his eyes very slowly adjusting to the dark.
"Did you pay your power bill?" Scott piped up.
"Nope, never do." Stiles smirked, rolling his eyes at his best friend.
"I saw that." Scott grumbled, Allison giggling and Isaac chucking at the whine in Scott's voice.
"Wasn't hiding it." Stiles replied confidently.
"Got some torches, or candles?" Allison asked getting out of Scott's grip and peeking out the window. The three boys all leaned to see outside as well, all noting that it wasn't just their house.
Stiles the ever resourceful bunny had the lounge room lit up with two torches and a blue light bug zapper. The situation wasn't so bad, that is until Allison said it was romantic lighting and Scott pounced on her with showering kisses. Both Isaac and Stiles groaned before stumbling to the dining room to give the two some privacy. By the look on Isaac's face it wasn't enough distance, especially with his wolfie hearing. Stiles pulled the window open to let in the faint moon light and cool air before turning on Isaac with an arched eyebrow.
Isaac stared back with confusion as the staring contest continued. Stiles squinting his eyes and looked to be a little constipated.
"Dude, if you got to go to the bathroom... just go." The blonde said flatly as Stiles continued the strange gaze.
"I have a question." Stiles replied ignoring Isaac's words and rubbing his chin wisely.
"I don't want to kiss you." Isaac quipped. Stiles rolled his honey brown eyes before flailing his arms around.
"It's nothing like that. It's about Derek, Alpha, sourwolf, the red eyed puppy." Stiles smirked as Isaac winced at the nicknames that would get him slapped up the head if he said them.
"Fine then, what's up?" Isaac nodded for Stiles to continue.
Just as Stiles opened his mouth a loud, deep and terrifying growl flooded the house. Two figures burst through the open window, sending Stiles flat on his ass and Isaac jumping into a defensive stance. The growls continued as the sound of Scott and Allison running to the rescue were heard, both popping up in the door way. Scott wolfed out and Allison holding a foldable crossbow. Stiles stared at the two shadowed figures trying to see who they were until a very familiar laugh echoed in the room.
"Oh my god, bitches, that was so not funny!" Stiles berated the two intrudes. Stiles still managed to trip a little as he got up, even with Scott's help. Erica stepped into the faint light, still laughing and brushing curls from her face. Boyd didn't laugh but he had a little self satisfied grin that Stiles equalled to belly aching laughter for Boyd.
After several minutes of chatter and Stiles laughing about how not scary their prank was. (No one mentioned the lie in his voice.) The group was seated in the lounge room, the lights and television flickered back on and a small round of clapping circled the group. Erica sighed happily as she leaned further into Boyd's embrace, his arms circling her waist as they lounged on the floor.
"So, what was your Alpha question?" Erica asked, twirling a curl of hair between her fingers.
"Yeah, I forgot. So what was it?" Isaac pushed.
"Yeah, yeah what was it?" Scott teased a happy little smile on his lips.
Stiles leaned back in his seat, muting the exciting lawn bowls game on TV before meeting eyes with the rest of the pack. "Okay this is going to sound a little off but just think about it for a minute okay... Scott, I'm looking at you." Stiles stated, gaining looks of curiosity and a pointed glare.
"Have you guys noticed that Derek never touches me?" Stiles voice didn't waver it was calm and strong. All the teens thought the question through, eyes down in thought before shooting up to look at Stiles. Isaac went to speak but stopped as his eyes travelled over Stiles head. Stiles glanced at the others and noticed the shared look they had before all starring over his head as well.
"Shit. He's right behind me isn't he?"
A deep rumbling growl, filled the room all the beta's eye's started to glow gold, Alison leaning further into Scott with a worried look. Stiles shot up in his seat, flailing his arms, legs and planning to run when clawed hands clamped his shoulders forcing him to sit. A hot wet breath traced up the back of his neck, stopping just behind his ear and sending shivers down his spine. Stiles wanted to speak, be his usual quick witted self but Derek was wolfed out... and touching him. Several months and suddenly Derek was all over him?
Another deep animalistic growl sounded right by his ear. "You want me to touch you Stilinski?"
Stiles froze, his mind screaming that he was about to be bad touched before his genius mind realised something. Derek doesn't call him Stilinski.
"Stilinski?" Stiles questioned, turning in his seat to face piercing blue eyes and cut cheek bones.
A petite laugh sounded behind him and Stiles twisted so fast his head spun. Lydia was there, beside Jackson, Jackson who was now laughing at him along with the rest of his 'friends '. Lydia was Stiles strawberry blonde goddess who was completely and totally unattainable. Why of all the people did she have to witness Stiles almost wetting his pants. It made Stiles wish it had been Derek, needless to say Stiles pointed out that they were all in the dog house. Picking on Stiles twice in one evening, in his home for that fact was so not on.
Hey everyone thanks for reading, this is my first time using the site and writing a fanfiction. Next chapter will have Derek and the rating right now is for language and the future. (Still working everything out.)
Disclaimer - Do not own Teen wolf or characters, only written for fun.