The Archer ➳ Derek Hale {1}

forty one; shirtless surprises

I laugh loudly when I hear Stiles quotes something from Star Wars, as I follow him into his house. After we decided to wait for Scott to update us on the necklace situation, I decided hanging out with Stiles was better than sitting home alone.

I jog up the stairs and laugh lightly as I see Stiles immediately drop his book bag and drop into his computer chair dramatically. I lay my bag down near his bed and turn to shut the door, but I jump at the sight of Derek standing behind it. I open my mouth to speak, but he sends me a smirk and puts a finger over his mouth. I smile lightly and nod my head before stepping back and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Hey Stiles!" My eyes widen at the sound of Stiles's dad's voice from down the hall.

Stiles turns in chair slowly, "Yo, D—Derek," His eyes widen and I can't help but silently laugh at the surprise on his face. Derek angry points to the door and Stiles races over blocking the view of his room with his body. Derek's eyes meet mine and I smile brightly at him and wave. He gives me a small smile back and I almost fall into a state of shock. Derek Hale DOES smile.

I look down and smirk to myself, at least I look cute today.

"What'd you say?" I hear the Sheriff's confused voice from the hallway.

"What? I said 'Yo d-dad'." Stiles stutters nervously trying to make sure he can't see into the room. I don't know how he will explain the fugitive hiding out in here.

"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, for your first game." I smile lightly as I can hear how proud the Sheriff is of Stiles, just by the tone of his voice.

Stiles's head tilts before he stutters out some more words, "My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh-Good."

The Sheriff hesitates slightly, probably thrown off by the abundance of awkwardness that is his son, "I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."

I sigh bored with the situation and turn to Derek again. I notice he's still standing behind the door and listening intently to their conversation. I stand slowly and move over to him. His head snaps in my direction and his eyes squint slightly at me. I take the leather collar of his jacket in my hand, "Nice jacket, real original." His eyes glare even more and I can't help but laugh silently. "Oh, come on. The broodiness, dark hair, bad guy aura," My voice is a mere whisper so the Sheriff won't hear me, but I know Derek has no problem understanding what I'm saying.

I watch him roll his eyes and shift slightly on his feet. My smile slowly falls when I notice blood on his shirt. Without thinking I move closer and to get a better look and grab the bottom of it, "Are you okay? What happened?" I feel is larger hand wrap around my wrist and pull it away slowly I look up and notice how close I have gotten. I can feel his breath on my neck and I feel my own get momentarily caught in my throat. "S-sorry," I slowly take a step back and his hand slowly falls from my wrist.

I try to ignore that sparkly feeling still there, but I jump as Stiles finally closes his door. I move away completely and watch as Derek grabs Stiles pushing him against the door, "If you say one word-"

Stiles scoffs slightly at the idea, "Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room-Bring your gun'?," I watch Derek slowly start to relax, but the grip he has on Stiles's jacket doesn't waiver. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles pats Derek's chest with confidence and I draw my eyebrows together knowing it isn't real. I know Stiles is slightly terrified of Derek, but I give him credit for trying.

Derek slowly releases Stiles's jacket and flattens it out letting him move away from the door. I roll my eyes as Derek jumps at Stiles and he flinches away from him, "Oh, my God!"