On His Knees

Chapter One

Derek was hungover the next day, but he still had to work. And after work he went back to a bar by the college to get a drink, because working in the case filing department for the state attourneys office is really, really boring. He didn't mind it- it payed the bills and then some- but he had to admit it was dull. A lot more dull than that strip club with the cowboy.
But of course, he wasn't one for that sort of thing. He was a filing cabinet type of guy.

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Stiles had actually had an okay night last night. He hadn't had to do much, and still got paid, and there was that really hot guy he'd given a lap dance to. But of course, if Stiles was even close to being okay in any way, Danny had to ruin it. He had hit Stiles again when he got home, and Stiles had to use extra makeup to cover up for school. He needed a break from Danny, consequences be damned. He was beat to Hell and back anyways, what does it matter? So after classes, he stopped at the nearest pub. He felt someone looking at him as he sat down, and when he turned he locked eyes with a familiar stranger.
Oh, God, no.
The hot guy.
Looking at him.
In a bar.
Looking like he wanted to say something to him.
Stiles turned back around quickly and drank what amounted to a total of six shots of Patron. At this point, Derek thought it safe to walk over and start talking to him.

"Hi,"

"Howdy," giggled Stiles, making Derek blush a little (though he fiercely denies ever having done so ever in his entire life).

"Uh- Hi,"

"Don't be so shhhhy! Silly! Whatcha name?"

"Derek,"

"Derek! You're cute! But shhhhhhh, don't tell my boyfriend. He's a little..." Stiles twirled his finger next to his head.

"Wouldn't dream of it,"

"Oh, I would. Dreamy Derek," Stiles laughed.

"How old are you?"

"Psssh. I'm legal. Tweeeeeenty three!"

"Twenty seven,"

"Yay! Goody good good- Who're you?"

"Derek," he laughed.

Stiles gasped a little and put a hand on his arm.

"Oh! Dreamy Derek! How ARE you?!"

"I'm alright. And you?"

"I'm Stiles. Oh, i'm fine. I mean, not as fine as you, obviously..."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that,"

"Awww! Shhh, don't let Danny hear you, he's a bit..." Stiles twirled his finger by his head.

"I heard,"

"Well. I think i'm gonna-" he tried to stand up but fell back. Derek caught him quickly. "-Need you to help me home,"

"I'm good with that,"

So Derek got Stiles home, where Stiles refused to let him come up to the apartment with him.

"'Cos if Danny sees..." Stiles imitated shooting a gun.

Derek reluctantly let him go and went back to his car. When he started it, he saw a light flip on in one of the apartments. Shadows of two people moved against the curtains- Both little males, probably younger than him. He saw one of them start slowly backing up before falling backwards over his feet and the other one start hitting the fallen one. He wanted to go up. He wanted to help. But what would he say? What would he do?
It didn't strike him until the next morning that it was Stiles in the window. And then it seemed like there was a lot he'd like to do, and a lot that he was going to say.