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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-12 Chapters: 5/? Words: 4460
****** Sour Wolf Sleepover ******
by abygaleblake
Summary
     So I originally posted this story over two years ago but after a lot
     of writer's block, I took it down. A lot has changed, and I'm ready
     to start over. Derek needs some help and, for whatever reason, Stiles
     has the answers. Sleep-overs and general ridiculousness happens. Set
     around Season 2/3. All rights go to their respective owners, not me.
     AU. Cross posted with minor changes from FF.net
***** Ch.1 *****
Stiles was walking down the hallway to Mr. Harris' classroom when he got a
text. ‘Meet me out front. Now.’ Stiles was confused. He was sure he had never
seen this number before. His leg buzzed again, jolting him from his thought
process. Picking the phone out of his pocket, he looked at the new text. ‘Make
me late and I'll rip your throat out. With my teeth.’
Picking up his pace, he made his way to the front. Derek's black Camaro was
parked out front, the passenger side open and waiting. Sliding in, he turned to
Derek, “What do you want that's so throat rippy important?”
“I need your help Ok?” Derek said, anger seeping into his voice. “I need you to
stay with me for a few days, maybe a week. A month, tops. The Alpha's are able
to smell me. If you're around it'll throw them off my scent.”
Stiles looked at Derek with a smile on his face. “So you need meto help you?”
“Will you help me or not?” Derek asked, looking at Stiles intently.
“Nope.”
“What do you mean, 'nope'?” Derek asked, his eyes narrowing. Stiles smirked and
cleared his throat, "No. Didn't think one word would be that difficult to
understand, but apparently I was incorrect. No."
“Stiles, please.” Derek turned, straightening in his seat, and looked out the
windshield. Stiles looked at Derek like he had just spoken another language.
But then he realized what was happening.
“You're scared.” Derek laughed, shaking his head. “Wouldn't you be? You saw
what Peter did to Laura. That was one Alpha. This is a pack of them”
Stiles chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before answering, “Alright.”
“Seriously?” Derek was genuinely surprised, he figured that the human would
have put his foot down, tired of having to cater to everyone else’s
needs. "Yes, I’ll do it, but on one condition.”
Derek rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that he would surely have to go to
some extreme lengths to appease him.
“I get to sleep in the bed, if anyone gets the floor it’s going to be you,
furr-ball.”
 
***** Ch. 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Just a heads up/trigger warning: There are some mentions of self-harm
     in this chapter. Just so everyone knows.
"Derek, I'm cold," Stiles whined.
Derek sighed, turning to where Stiles was, which happened to be curled up in a
blanket, on the floor. "I told you, you could come sleep up here with me," he
said as he patted the mattress he was laying on.
"Fine, but if I remember correctly, I was promised the bed!" huffed Stiles as
he sat up from his floor-cocoon, "Could you carry me? My feet are numb from the
cold." he said as he lifted his arms above his head like a child. Derek
chuckled, shook his head, and moved over so Stiles could fit. He could feel the
dip of the bed as he lay down, shaking the mattress lightly as he did so.
"Derek..."
"Yes, Stiles?"
"Do you find me attractive? Scott never answers me when I ask him." Stiles
mumbled, shifting his body around until he found a comfortable position. He
could here Derek chuckle beside him, he could practically hear the grin on his
face.
"Stiles. Go to sleep. I'm tired, you're annoying. Not a good mix. A throat
might go missing." Nodding, Stiles turned so their backs were now touching.
Stile could have sworn that right before he fell asleep, he could here Derek
whisper, Thanks Stiles.
===============================================================================
 
Derek was rudely awoken by the god-awful screeching coming from right beside
him.
"Derek! Wake up! I'm hungry and I don't know where your fridge lives!" Derek
turned to face the annoying teenager, growling slightly as they made eye
contact.
"Stiles, shut the fuck up right now or I swear to God, I'm going to kill you."
"Sure thing! But, uh, since you're awake, how about breakfast?"
Grunting, Derek rose from his bed, smacking Stiles on the back of the head as
he passed him. Stiles just beamed like a child at Christmas.
Bored, Stiles decided to go bouncing around the old subway station that Derek
now called home.
"Stiles. If you keep bouncing around like that, I'll throw eggs at you"
"But that would be a waste of chicken babies! I love me some chicken babies!"
Stiles said, grinning.
Derek walked over and started grabbing at Stiles. "Is it on you? C'mon, where
is it? I know you've got something."
Stiles stood there, very confused.
"Derek, what the hell are you doing? It's a little early for groping, don't you
think?"
"I'm looking for drugs. I don't care what letter of the alphabet comes after
the AD, but seriously, no one is like this," Derek said, a grin slowly forming
on his face.
"Ok, first off, I take offence to your statement. And second, I am the amazing
Stiles. No one is like me, that is what makes me so amazing."
Derek rolled his eyes and went back to the small kitchen that was off to the
side in the giant depot. Stiles followed, sitting on a makeshift chair next to
a makeshift coffee table.
"I didn't know you could cook. I figured you more a 'I cook with my anger' sort
of guy, you know, burning water and all that shenanigans," he said, looking
around from where he sat.
"Shenanigans? How do you burn water? I did go to college before I came back
here, you know that right? What did you expect, for me to be living in a
mountain?" Derek questioned.
"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if you had been raised by wolves." Stiles
said, grinning. Derek just turned and made a threatening gesture with a spatula
before returning to the stove.
While Stiles was listening to Derek talk about Post-Secondary as he absently
scratched at his left wrist. Derek noticed after a few minutes, stopping what
he was doing to stand in front of Stiles.
"Been scratching for five minutes. Got fleas or something?"
"Maybe you gave them to me?"
Derek looked down at Stiles' wrist and could see the faint white marks that
something sharp must have been the cause of.
Looking down, Stiles realized what Derek was looking at, "I tripped when I was
younger, fell on some glass."
"Stiles," Derek began as he grabbed his hand and flipped it palm up so he could
have a better look, "Don't lie. We both know glass wouldn't have done that.
Glass would make a jagged pattern, this is straight. Like a blade," Derek said
as he traced several of the white lines with his finger.
Stiles pulled away sharp, looking off somewhere in the distance, "It got really
hard for me after my mom died. It was my fault. We were in a car, I was in the
backseat. We went over the bridge like we usually did, and a car smashed into
us. We almost went completely off the bridge. She managed to get out of her
seatbelt and to the back of the car and then she get me out. As soon as I got
out, I don't know, I guess the shift in the weight made the car move. The doors
were all crushed, the side was completely totaled so I had climbed out the
window. The car started going over and she couldn't get out. I could have
gotten out by myself but I got confused and scared so she had to help me. I
could hear her scream as the car went off the bridge. She died because I was
too stupid to unbuckle a seatbelt."
Derek leaned against the fridge in silence, letting Stiles sit silently for a
few minutes. He knew what it was like. He had been through it with the exact
same thoughts after the fire. So he let him sit there, knowing that pity isn't
what he needed, he needed someone to understand and smack him on the head, and
share a bed with him when he was cold. Stiles was here for him, he was helping
him. So Derek was going to return the favor.
***** Ch. 3 *****
Derek understood what Stiles was going through, he really did. He had been
through the sadness, and the self-loathing, the hatred. There was a lot of
hatred. The one thing he didn't understand though, was how he always looked so
happy. He watched as Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Stiles sat on the ground on a
couple of blankets playing checkers.
"You do understand that checkers is a two person game, right?" Derek asked the
group, running his fingers through his hair.
"Yes," said Stiles, "But you don't have any other games and I'm not allowed to
go outside. They're allowed because they're Beta's. I'm stuck here with you,
doing nothing" Stiles internally winced at how his words had sounded; entirely
too harsh. He hadn't meant to hurt the Alpha's feelings, but he could still see
the hurt in his eyes as he growled and stalked off. They had grown closer as
friends over the past few days.
Feeling the urge to apologize, Stiles got up and jogged after him.
"Derek, Derek wait," Stiles said as he reached a part of the station that
originally had been blocked off. Old advertisements littered the walls, paper
garbage laid about, stuck to various articles of furniture. Stiles realized
they were in what seemed to be a break room when the station was still running.
"It's fine Stiles. I don't blame you for not wanting to be around me, I'm not
exactly the best company," he said, leaning against an old bench that was
attached to one of the walls. He absently kicked a piece of litter on the
ground as he stood there.
"No. I didn't mean it like it came out. I mean... I don't know what I mean.
Look all I know is spending this much time with you, it's hard but it's
bearable. I'll stick with it if you do."
Derek glanced up from his focus on the ground and chewed the inside of his
cheek, "thanks, Stiles."
"You already said that Derek"
"No I didn't, Stiles"
"I heard you. The other night. Right before I fell asleep you said it. It
doesn't make you weak to be thankful for something. It just make you humane,"
Stiles said as he sat down beside Derek.
"Ha, ha. Humane. Very funny Stiles. I was thinking we could go out today. Maybe
for a walk or something?" Stiles grinned like a child being taken to a candy
shop, so eager to go. Derek just shook his head and laughed.
The kid was pretty annoying sometimes, but he always knew what to do, what to
say. Kate did too, but she was different; she did it to get what she wanted,
she used the emotions and good nature of others to get her way. Derek mentally
kicked himself, he was already growing more comfortable around the younger man,
he could see himself relaxing around him, no longer irritated by his very
presence.
Stiles was skipping along the leaf covered ground like little red riding hood.
That is, until he skipped right into a tree. And then a bush. And then tripped
over a tree root. And then fell into a pond. Derek was pretty sure that the
pond was his favorite, but the tree made a close second. It wasn't even the
fact that he had fallen and ran into various objects and shrubberies, just the
fact that it had happened so frequently over the course of what couldn't have
been more than 30 minutes.
The time frame in which it had happened, now that was his favorite.
"Stiles, can you walk beside me please? I don't want to carry your bruised and
broken body to the ER; you're light, but you're not that light." Stiles huffed
and puffed and rolled his eyes before he stopped about 50 feet ahead and waited
for Derek. Bored and impatient for Derek to catch up, Stiles began asking
questions.
"What does the Alpha pack want? Why us? Why you? Did you sleep with their
girlfriends? Or maybe their boyfriends? Or maybe both! Why didn't Lydia turn?
Why-" Stiles had to stop abruptly because Derek had pushed him into a hollowed
tree stump that looked to be close to 200 years old. Stiles attempted to
struggle free, but, his butt was stuck.
"Derek, get me out of here. Now!" Stiles snapped, not at all impressed with the
current situation. Derek paused for a moment only to reach into his leather
jacket. And pull out his iPhone. And take pictures. So many pictures.
"Just give me a sec, I want to thoroughly enjoy this first," Derek said, before
locking his phone and replacing it back in his pocket. Derek grabbed both
Stiles' arms so that he was facing Derek, who pulled until he heard the tree
crack and sent Stiles and himself flying.
"Why do you get to be on top?" Derek asked as he looked up at Stiles who was
currently splayed all over Derek. Stiles smiled at the joke and sat back so he
was straddling Derek.
Peter chose this rather unfortunate moment to stumble his way through the
brush, laughing quite loudly at what he found. He faltered for a moment before
he whipped out his phone and took several pictures.
"What is with everyone and their pictures? Jesus!"
"Derek," Peter said laughing, "you took pictures? Better get one of those apps
that let you lock your photos, because let me tell you, that is not my or
anyone's idea of an icebreaker, when you meet someone-'Look at these cool
photosohgod," Peter snickered.
Peter continued to laugh as he walked away, leaving Stiles and Derek still
sitting like that. "He was stuck in the tree trunk! That's what I have pictures
of, not… this!" Derek shouted after him.
"Stiles, you can get off now," Derek said, a smirk on his face.
Stiles nodded and tried to lift his leg. Big surprise(not) it got caught on
Derek's shoe, resulting in sending them tumbling over.
Stiles closed his eyes until they had stopped rolling, only to hear the sound
of Derek laughing. Hard.
"Finally! I get to be on top!" He shouted before looking down at Stiles who had
one eye open and the other closed.
"Derek, get off!" Stiles screeched, wiggling beneath the larger man.
"I'm trying! Our laces got stuck together. Here grab on to my neck and I'll try
and lift us up so I can have a better look," He replied. Stiles put his arms
around him and as he did, Peter came trudging back through the leaves, his head
turned in the opposite direction.
"Oh my god. Fucking priceless! I gotta say, the forest, that's a little risky,"
Peter said, reaching for his phone. "Peter, give us a hand! And stop taking
pictures you asshole!"
Peter rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone, now filled with pictures of the
two tangled together. Peter tilted his head to the side, a grin forming on his
face, "so, how did you two end up like that exactly?"
Stiles narrowed his eyes before replying, "I got stuck in a tree trunk after
falling over everything, Derek pulled me out, I landed on top of him, we sort
of rolled because I got stuck, and then you came in," Stiles said, breathing
hard.
"Now really boys, you expect me to believe that? Every pack meeting we all have
to watch you make sex eyes at each other, and then I find you like this? I
smell a lie." After a brief glance at each other, both the younger men
regrouped enough to simultaneously flip the other man off.
***** Ch. 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello! So Hi, this is chlemygray, just wanted to remind everyone that
     this is an AU and that I also don't have a beta, so if this has
     grammatical errors I'm really, really sorry. This is a shorter
     flashback chapter, just to set a base for Derek, and to remind
     everyone that he was in-fact a fun-loving kid once, and the he does
     actually have emotions. I also wanted to have this chapter so people
     could maybe visualize what he went through in a very vague sense,
     because he felt pain just like Stiles did, and this helps them
     connect on a more personal level later on in the story.
He had always been a good person. He had good grades; he never got into fights.
So the day the police came to the school he was very confused. He hadn't done
anything, he was certain. But when he entered the office and saw his sister
crying, he knew something was wrong.
"Laura, what's going on?" Derek moved to sit in the chair next to her but she
held up her hand to stop him.
"Derek, go wait outside for me, Ok?" Her voice was cracked and broken; he could
hear the tears she now fought to hold back as she spoke.
He nodded and walked outside the front office and took a seat. 20 minutes
later, his sister walked out, slightly less disheveled, jaw clenched.
"Derek, I need you to come with me somewhere, Ok?" she asked in a pleading
voice.
Derek nodded, following his sister. They drove for what seemed like forever,
finally reaching a large patch of woods that seemed like it went on forever.
They walked for what was probably 15 minutes, until they reached a lake.
Laura walked through the tall grass, not speaking until she reached the edge of
the water. Slowly, she turned to face her brother, tucking a stray piece of
hair behind her hair and looking up at the sky. It was overcast and gray.
Slowly she closed her eyes and lowered her head back to a comfortable angle.
Opening her eyes, she swallowed and made eye contact with her brother, willing
him to understand.
"Dad took mom here once they started dating. It was their favorite place."
"Laura, I don't understand what's going on-"
Laura bit her lip and looked away into the trees that surrounded the lake. How
was she supposed to tell her brother this? How was she supposed to completely
shatter his life? She kicked absently at the ground, the grass making a soft
whooshing sound as the wind began to pick up around them.
"There was an… accident. A group of hunters, they-" Her voice broke as she
thought about their family, as she thought about their demise that had been so
crudely executed, "Someone set our house on fire, Derek. From what they've told
me, Peter was the only one that survived it," She took a deep breath; she could
see her brother's face changing from confused to heartbroken. A part of her
didn't want to continue, partially for her sake and partially for his. "Peter
is still in intensive care and they're still assessing him."
Derek swallowed, his throat closing from the tears that threatened to spring
free. He looked into his sister's eyes and saw that she too was holding back
tears. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, both of them just standing there.
He could hear her crying now, she wheezed slightly, trying to catch her breath.
She looked at him again, this time breaking down. He pulled her close and held
her while, his chin resting on her shoulder, his other hand rubbing small
circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her. Once she calmed down slightly
he began to talk, voice quiet and soothing.
"It's just us now then, isn't it?" He could feel her nod her head, words, it
seems, wouldn't come out of her mouth.
"The people that did this, are they going to try again?" He felt her hiccup
against him before she tensed and moved back from him, absently wiping a tear
from her cheek. She shook her head roughly, "I don't think so but… I can't face
staying here regardless. I'm 18, Der, I can live on my own. I'm going to stay
and find out about Peter, but once all of that has been decided and sorted out,
I'm going to leave Derek. I'd like it if you came with me, if you want. You and
me, it's all we have left."
***** Ch 5 *****
"Peter, what the hell are you doing?" Peter sighed loudly; you could
practically hear the bastard roll his eyes. "Well Derek, I'm just taking a cat
nap with my two favorite boys."
Derek grumbled and rolled over, expecting his Uncle to be at least partially
clothed, but no, he couldn't be that lucky, now could he?
"Could you maybe not be naked? I will never be able to unsee this," Stiles
said, covering his eyes with his hands and shaking his head. Peter grunted and
jumped out of the bed, not the least bit concerned with his nakedness.
"Oh, God, warn us first Peter!" Stiles said, laughing, torn between disgust and
amusement that one person could be so strange, yet so murderous. Although,
those two things typically happened on separate occasions.
"Stiles, how is this even mildly funny?" Derek asked, eyebrows rising.
"Well I don't know about you, but I woke up to a very naked Peter and got stuck
in a tree, all in the span of 24 hours, I don't know about you, but I find that
pretty funny." Peter looked at Derek before saying, "See Derek, optimism is
key!"
"Yeah," Derek said, "This coming from the naked guy. Peter I have nothing
against optimism, I would just prefer if you were optimistic with clothes on.
Or a napkin. Or anything for that matter."
"Yes but you're not naked! Naked is always better!" Peter exclaimed, jumping
onto the balls of his feet ever so slightly.
"Yeah, or, how about everyone just keeps their clothes on?" Stiles suggested,
earning a frown from Peter and a nod from Derek.
"You're no fun, Stiles!" Peter said before stalking off like an angry child,
hopefully in search of pants.
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"Right. Pack your things, we're going on an adventure." Derek said, throwing a
duffel bag in Stiles' direction.
"Why?" Stiles stretched and stood from the couch he had been lounging on.
"Because we're leaving. Peter is going to stay to watch over your dad, and as I
said, we're going on an adventure." Derek turned and started putting various
things in his bag, muttering to himself as he did so.
"No. There is no way in hell I am going to leave my dad alone with Peter! He's
a perv!" Stiles responded, crossing his arms.
"Who? Your dad?" Stiles rolled his eyes. "No you freak, Peter! My dad is not a
perv! At least I hope not. Jeez, now I'm thinking about my dad doing… things.
Thanks a bunch for that."
"Look, you don't have a choice. I say we're going, so we're going. The key to
avoiding the Alphas is consistency. If they smell me alone versus my scent
mixed with yours, they'll know that something is up. Besides, couldn't you use
a vacation? Spring break starts in a few days, so you won't be missing anything
important. It'll be fun! You, me, my car, and an adventure."
Stiles looked at Derek, his jaw almost hitting the floor. "I will not ride in
that leather monster of doom. We either take my Jeep or you are going to have
to strap me to the hood like a deer."
Derek grinned, "Sounds good to me."
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Derek watched Stiles sleep ever so soundly. While they drove and trees became
glowing patches of greens and browns, he watched Stiles curl up on a ball with
his head resting on Derek's knee. He watched the road for several minutes
before looking back down at Stiles. He stirred momentarily before drifting back
to sleep.
After driving for several hours they reached an old motel. Derek pulled in,
parking in a spot close to the main entrance. After paying for the night, he
went back to the Camaro. As he opened the door and picked him up, Stiles began
to wake up. "Derek, where are we?" Stiles mumbled, with his nose burrowed into
Derek's throat and his arms wrapped around his neck.
"Shhh, Stiles. Go back to sleep," Derek whispered as he walked to the door.
After fiddling with the lock and holding Stiles at the same time, he managed
finally to open it. He placed Stiles on a bed and went back to the car to grab
their things. Exhausted, he sat on the bed, elbows on his knees, head resting
in his palms.
"Derek," Stiles mumbled, "I get to sleep in the bed," Derek smiled and nodded,
"Sure Stiles, I'll sleep on the couch."
Derek watched as Stiles haphazardly stripped to his boxers, falling over his
own feet, shaking his head and giving a snort when Stiles finally made it into
the bed, flipping Derek off before uttering a sleepy goodnight.
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Stiles woke with a start. An arm that was not his own was expertly wound around
him to impede escape. Hot breathe ghosted against his neck, and that same solid
arm that kept him in place also kept his arms at his side. The body snuggled
him closer as if, even in sleep, he could sense his heartbeat speeding up.
Light shone through the musty old green curtains, and Stiles assumed he was in
an old motel. Stiles could feel the other man's ribs through his back as he
breathed in and out. He silently struggled against the deadweight embrace,
finally giving in. He knew what he had to do. Squirming, he shuffled down ever
so slightly, and with a silent prayer of, 'please don't let whoever this is
squeeze me to death', he bit down on the tan arm that held him in place.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" Derek shouted, pushing Stiles away from
him and off the small single bed.
Stiles smiled and took a deep breath in as Derek shot up from the bed almost
simultaneously as he pushed him away, tangling himself in the bed sheet and
falling sideways, barely managing to save his face from the bedside table. He
could hear Stiles giggling, still in his spot on the floor.
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, managed to free himself from the bedding and
then reached over to smack him in the head. Stiles avoided the smack, Derek
once again getting tangled in the sheets, and walked over to the bathroom, not
bothering to close the door. Derek followed him in, ready to pursue the issue
at hand.
"Dude, I'm taking a leak. You mind?" Derek smiled and shook his head as he
leaned on the bathroom door. "My sister and I had this rule. If it's open, it's
fair game." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Well that isn't creepy at all. Could you
get out so I can pee? I can't go if you're standing there." Derek narrowed his
eyes once again, before turning around and leaving Stiles alone, closing the
door as he made his exit. Once Stiles finished and got dressed, Derek began to
speak.
"You bit me." Stiles smiled and nodded, "Yes I did. Well done, Sherlock Holmes.
Next time, don't go all Boa Constrictor on me and we won't have that problem."
Derek flipped him off yet again, standing up and packing his bag while Stiles
gathered his clothes that he had practically thrown off his body the previous
night.
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