Now they were all seated by the table, using cheap wooden chopsticks to eat the takeaway Agent McCall had brought home.
Stiles nervously tapped his fingers against his crossed arm as he glanced from Derek to Scott's Dad. His face was a light shade of red, still embarrassed after his slip up.
"So uh Derek, what did you say your last name was again?" Mr McCall asks.
Stiles points at Derek with his thumb. "Hall. Derek Hall." Before picking up his chopsticks again. Young Derek gives Stiles an unimpressed look, but it isn't up to the standard of normal Derek.
"Hm, when did you two start dating?" Scott's Dad asks, making light conversation.
Stiles answers again, "Bout a year ago... em yeah. Had a crush on him for longer though." Derek stares at Stiles, confusion etched onto his face. The werewolf's eyes trail down along the table, spotting Agent McCall's FBI badge.
"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent." Derek says.
Stiles tries to put Derek off. "It's low level. Very low level." He can see where this is going and it wasn't going any where good. "He doesn't even have a voice."
But Derek isn't swayed, "So do you investigate murders?"
"Sometimes, if it's a federal crime." Agent McCall answers.
Stiles taps his chopsticks against his plate, his nerves rising as he glances between the two.
"What about fires?" Derek asks.
"Uh my god, I wonder where Scott is?" Stiles tries. "Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott."
But Derek raises his eyebrows, giving Scott's Dad an expectant look.
"What um, what kind of fires you talking bout?" Mr McCall enquires, as Stiles nervously checks his phone.
"Do you know anything about the Hale family?" Derek finally asked.
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Young Derek slams Stiles' front into Scott's bedroom door. Stiles grunts as Derek presses his hand into Stiles head, pinning him to the door.
"Okay, I didn't lie, I- omitted certain truths." Stiles explains. "Vital truths, now that I'm thinking about it."
Young Derek grunts before letting Stiles go. Wanting to mention about the fact that Stiles had called him, his boyfriend. But he decided to let it go.
"I don't want to talk to you." Derek states, "I wanna talk to the alpha. I'll talk to Scott."
"Okay, I'm gonna go get him." Stiles says opening to door behind him. "The phone's downstairs, I'm gonna call him, real quick. You stay here. Don't move." Stiles points at Derek before walking down the hall.
But he peaks back through the door way, as if trying to catch Derek out. "Don't move!" Stiles says pointing at Derek. "Thought you..." Stiles mumbles, before actually going down the hall.
Derek stares at where Stiles just was, with a confused look on his face.
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Hope you enjoyed! This was requested and I know it doesn't really add anything but they wanted a part 2 and I dunno if that meant romance or just a continuation 0v0 Which is why I wrote 2 versions. The other more romantic one is down below ⬇
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Derek's hand pushed Stiles' face into the door. Pinning the other teen to the painted surface.
"Oof! Okay, I didn't lie just omitted certain truths... Vital truths, now that I'm thinking about it." Stiles clarifies.
Derek pushes Stiles further into the door. "You did lie... yet I didn't hear your heart spike."
Stiles laughs awkwardly, "Oh, em I'm a really good liar."
Derek tilts his head, "You just lied? But when you said..."
"You know what, I think this is a good time to call Scott. Yeah?" Stiles tries, but the werewolf still has Stiles pinned.
"Answer me," Derek growls, "and then you can call the Alpha."
"Haha, maybe I'll just stay here then." Stiles answered.
Derek narrows his eyes at Stiles. "You're dating me?"
"What? No! Ha! Me and you? No, I just met you."
Derek steps away from Stiles. "You- what is going on?" Derek asks more to himself. Finding out about the fire and now this delusional human thinks they're dating.
"I'm just gonna go call Scott." Stiles tries again. His face turning red.
But before Stiles could open the bedroom door, the werewolf has pinned Stiles to the door again. Now facing each other, Derek glares down at Stiles. Although not as broodingly as normal Derek.
Stiles let's out another awkward chuckle. "You sure do like doing that." He mutters under his breath.
"What?" Derek asks, his arms trapping Stiles.
"Oh god... em I think it's a good time to call Scott now."
Derek lowers his face towards Stiles', hearing the human's heart pound and watching as his face went even more red. "Downstairs you said we're were dating for a year. You didn't lie... how is that possible?"
There's a tense pause, as Stiles fidgets with his hands. "Oh, you know Scott could explain that to you. The phone's downstairs, I'll call him real quick."
Derek steps away from Stiles. "Fine, go get the alpha. I'll talk to Scott."
Stiles nods, and opens the door. "Don't move." He warns before walking off, although he runs back pointing his finger at Derek as if trying to catch him. "Thought you moved..." He mutters as he actually walks away.
Derek just looks even more confused.
