This is how that fateful night at the Sheriff's station should have ended - if Derek and Stiles were secretly dating and Stiles had a supernatural secret of his own.
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It was truly not Stiles' day.
It was all going to shit from the moment he woke up and spilt his serial down himself, so he should have guest this was a possibility but he never thought it would have come out like this.
Going down to the station at two in the morning with his dad and Scott he should have known that the evil lurking in Beacon Hills wouldn't care about waking up the rest of the town at this ungodly hour, but he didn't. Which was why when he first re-entered the lobby to find it empty, he let his hackles rise, looking around for the sight of danger, the danger he confirmed after seeing the dead deputy sprawled bloody behind the front desk. He took note of the missing handgun and relented to the fact that he could feel someone behind him. He turned finding said missing handgun pointed at his forehead. Oh fuck
When the car pulled up Stiles' thought his heart was going to stop, but he just walked through the corridor well aware of the loaded weapon in the hands of the maniac behind him. "Open it" Matt waved the gun between Scott and the door. "Please" Scott begged which only seemed to anger Matt more. "Open the door" he snapped. Scott cautiously reached for the door handle but relaxed when the sight on the other side of the door wasn't his mother, but one scowling sourwolf. "Oh thank God" Scott sighed but stepped back as Derek started to lean forward, eyes widening as Jackson stepped out of the shadow in the doorway. Stiles though, Stiles was 100% paying attention to the man paralysed on the floor in front of him. He wanted to run to him, to make sure he was okay, but was still hyper aware of the current situation and thought it best not to bring attention to himself. When Matt squatted down to talk to the Alpha Stiles automatically stepped closer to Scott to peer around the mad mans shoulders so he could see the sourwolf laid out on the floor. "This is the one controlling him, this kid?" Derek looked up at Stiles pointedly. Matt smiled "Well Derek not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf." Stiles and Scott exchanged a look of horror and Matt stood before turning to them. "Oh yeah, that's- that's right! I've been learning a few things lately; werewolves, hunters, kanimas, its like a frekin' Halloween party every full moon! Except you Stiles," he turned his attention to the named boy "what do you turn into?" Stiles felt like laughing, because truly they had no idea but he just played along like he had so far on this journey "Abominable snowman. But it's more of a winter time thing, ya'know, seasonal" Matt squinted at someone behind Stiles and suddenly Stiles felt a small sting at the back of his neck and before he knew what he was doing he was falling. "Bi~it~tch" Stiles felt the mass of muscle beneath him and heard the small "Ommf" said mass of muscle let out at the impact of having the gangly teenager's dead weight on him so unexpectedly. Stiles was slightly aware of Scott moving toward Jackson, stopping short but he was slightly pre occupied with the fact that he was laying on top of Derek. And Derek's hand was very near Stiles' groin. Stiles couldn't help his mind but if his body was paralysed from the neck down surely he couldn't get a boner, right? Apparently it didn't matter if his body was able to or not because he could see Derek's nose twitch and his pupils dilate slightly in response to the arousal rolling of off the human on top of him before he was shouting orders at Matt. "Get him of off me" he growled through gritted teeth not looking at Stiles. Matt just smiled a sadistic smile "Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair" he laughed in Derek's face. Derek glanced down at the boy on his chest, Stiles already looking back at Derek who looked at him as if to say don't you dare. Stiles promptly shut his mouth again. Matt carried on as though he hadn't see the exchange "It must kind of suck though, have all that power taken away from you, just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet your not used to feeling this helpless" "Still got some teeth," Derek said raising his chin "get down here a little closer huh, see how helpless I am" "Yeah bitch" Stiles said in a high pitched strangled out voice, which Derek just looked at him trying to get across how much he wanted him to shut up and how obvious he was making their awkward situation. When another car pulled up, Matt led Scott out to go find his mother, telling Jackson to drag Stiles and Derek into another room on his way out. When the door swung closed after Jackson left, Derek let out a breath he'd seemingly been holding since he'd entered the police station. He knew Stiles was safe. That's what mattered. "Wanna tell me what happened?" Derek asked quietly "We figured out it was Matt, we just needed the evidence to prove it to dad so we could get this shit sorted out and get that wacko in jail... Oh shit my dad! Derek, he's handcuffed to the wall, what if he gets hurt he can't defend himself!" "Hey, it'll be okay, he'll be fine I promise" Derek mutters trying to calm the flustered boy. "So," he continued filling the silence, which was ironic seen as though that was usually Stiles' job "what else happened?" "We got told we make a pretty good pair" Even though Derek couldn't see the boy, he knew there was a smirk on his face, one if he could he would be kissing away right now. "Stiles, shut up, you know Scott could here you right now" "Some how I don't think he'll be paying much attention to us right now" Stiles sighed "Can you move yet?" "A little" Derek put his hand on Stiles' and entwined their fingers. Stiles turned to look at Derek and felt himself give into the instincts he'd been trying to subside. "Derek, I'm going to get through this quicker than you okay, I'm going to need you to trust me can you do that?" he pleaded "For me?" "Stiles, you're human, I'm a werewolf I can heal you can't don't do anything reckless I don't want you getting hurt." He turned to look at the boy beside him "Besides what makes you thing you can process through the venom quicker than me?" He sounded genuinely confused at this point. Stiles bit his lip nervously looking Derek dead in the eye before letting go. Derek's eyes blew wide as he watched Stiles' turn a bright electric green, but he didn't let go of his hand - he just held it tighter. "You said you were human..." Derek drifted off as Stiles shook his head and closed his eyes. "No, everyone always assumed, but think back Der; have I ever actually said 'I'm human'?" Derek thought back choosing to ignore the tick in Stiles' heart at the last two words. Thinking back on it now, Derek realised that no, the kid had never once said he was human, everyone just assumed because of his scent. "Then why do you smell human? And what are you?" Derek asked, hearing a gunshot, watching Stiles sit up head whipping around to the sound of the gunshot eyes blazing emerald. "I'll explain later," he bent down pressing a chased kiss to his lips before picking him up to take him to a safer place. When it came to Stiles and his feelings toward Derek, he was just as protective over the werewolf as Derek was of him. Even if no one knew about them, they still got jealous over anyone who so much as looked at the other. The last thing Derek saw was Stiles shutting the door and his aluminous green eyes staring at him as though it might be the last time he would ever see him.
