Is it fate?

It was a stormy night in June when Stiles’ life changed…forever. Stiles was driving in his jeep on his way home when he hit a slick patch and his jeep spun out of control and he crashed into a tree. Stiles passed out on impacted. When he woke he was in someone’s house with some guy standing over him, wiping a rag across his head. “Wh-where am I?” Stiles asked feebly.

“You’re at my house you crashed your jeep and your head is bleeding.” Said the stranger.

Stiles is still in a lot of pain so he passes out again.

When Stiles wakes again the stranger is gone and he notices that he is in a bed. Stiles gets out of the bed and immediately sits back down, feeling very dizzy. “Hello?” Stiles calls out to the empty room. Stiles tries standing once again feeling less dizzy this time. He walks to the door of the room and looks out into a hall way. “Sir are you home?” Stiles calls out, he receives no answer so he walks down the hall way and down the stair case.

Derek is at the store buying food and first aid supplies for the young man back at his house. Hoping he doesn’t wake before he gets back. Derek walks up to the register and pays for his items then walks out to his car. When he gets home he hears the heartbeat of the young man that tells him he isn't sleeping and is down stairs.

Derek walks in and says, “You’re awake. I hoped to be back before then. How are you feeling?” Derek walks over with bags in tow. Stiles just backs away slowly till he is against the wall.

“You’re huge.” Stiles squeaks

Derek chuckles, “Don’t be frightened I won’t hurt you.”

“I-I don’t know that.” Stiles stutters

Derek frowns, “If I wanted to hurt you I could have done so by now.”

Stiles thinks about that and nods, “You look so…” Stiles looks him up and down. “Scary.”

Derek chuckles again, “I get that a lot.” Derek walks into the kitchen and sits the bags down then he pulls out some of the first aid supplies he bought. “Sit down please.”

Stiles sits in a chair and looks at Derek. “What's your name mister?”

Derek who is opening a package of bandages looks up and says, “Derek Hale.” Then he looks back down and starts opening a container of ointment.

“Derek Hale, I like that name. It sounds strong and manly.” Stiles muses to himself.

Derek chuckles, “Thank you. I'm going to clean and bandage you’re head now.”

Stiles nods and Derek steps closer and starts wiping at the gash on Stiles’ forehead with an alcohol wipe, Stiles sucks in a breath because it stings. Derek then wipes a bit of ointment on the gash, he then places a bandage over it. “There your good now.”

“Thank you for saving me Derek.” Stiles says as he looks up at the man. “I'm Stiles Stilinski by the way.”

Derek's eyes widen, “Stilinski, are you related to sheriff Stilinski?”

Stiles nods, “Yeah he's my father.”

“Huh I saved the sheriffs son.” Derek mumbles.

Stiles laughs, “Yeah you did.”

Derek smiles at Stiles and he notices that the boys heart stops beating for a second. “You ok Stiles?”

“Y-yeah I-I’m fine.” He stutters dazed by the beautiful smile.

Derek raises an eyebrow, “You sure? Or do you always stutter like that?”

Stiles blushes and looks down, “I'm fine.”

Derek is intrigued by this young man’s reactions to him. “Well you can stay the night here and I’ll drive you home in the morning.”

Stiles looks up, “I don’t want to intrude, and you have been so nice.”

Derek smiles, “You’re not intruding. I have plenty of rooms in this big house.”

Stiles smiles, “You have a beautiful smile Derek.”

Derek raises an eyebrow, “Are you hitting on me?”

Stiles’ mouth drops open, “Uh no I was just complimenting you…”

“Oh well thank you.” Derek walks out of the kitchen.

“That was embarrassing.” Stiles mumbles

“Let me show you to a room.” Derek says from outside the kitchen.

Stiles walks out of the kitchen and follows Derek down a hall and to a door. “There is a bathroom connected to the room.”

“Thank you.” Stiles says as he walks into the room and starts to strip then turns around realizing Derek is still there. “Um goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Derek says walking away.

Stiles strips down to his boxers and gets in the bed. Noting how very comfy it is. “Wow this is comfy.” Stiles says to himself.

Derek lays in bed listening to Stiles slowly fall asleep before he falls asleep.