Best Friends With Benefits (Teen Wolf)

Part 1

  You fidget with the curtain edge as you peek out the window, your phone in your hand. The guy in an inconspicuous silver beater parked next to the curb across the street has been sitting there watching your house for nearly an hour, but you weren't calling the police. Nah. Not when you have an alpha werewolf friend you can call to come to your house and scare the guy away.

  Subtly and in a civilized manner or course. No need to attract the attention of the neighbors.

  Hopefully, a little eye contact will do the trick. Hell, maybe just watching Derek get out of his car will encourage the guy to back off. No one knows about the werewolf bit of course, but they don't need to. Just looking at the guy is typically more than enough to make people nervous. If the glare of death and the I'm-not-the-one vibes don't do it, there's plenty left in his arsenal. Towering over most in all his 6 foot something glory, fists just the right size for bustin' faces and shoulders you could easily land a plane on, Derek Hale is definitely not someone you would ever want to tangle with.

  You, however, know this big bad wolf to be a life sized teddy bear and, despite all that hard muscle, he's actually quite comfortable to fall asleep on.

  So yea. You fully expect that when Derek shows up in his Camaro - affectionately named Camille - oozing badassery, this poor creep will give himself whiplash taking off so fast.

  You smile, already imagining all kinds of amusing scenarios, while you tap on Derek's name on your phone. You watch the creeper guy as it rings, focusing on his face. His short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes do not look particularly familiar, you're sure.

  "Hey babe." Derek's deep baritone grabs your attention and you turn from the window and lean your back on the wall.

  "'Babe?'" You question, surprise coloring your tone. You studiously ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks.

  "Yeah?" He says, blowing past your silent question.

  "No." You chuckle, shaking your head. You then remember why you were calling and peek through the curtain, making sure the guy was still in his car.

  "No what? I'm lost." You can clearly hear him grinning.

  "Babe!" You repeat, rolling your eyes but smiling all the same.

  "What!"

  "Derek!" You laugh and he quickly joins in. Your free hand covers your face in the universal translation of why-do-I-put-with-your-shit and then you get down to why you called. "I need a favor."

  "Uh-huh."

  "I need you to come scare away this creeper watching my house." You say it like business as usual, no biggie. It's far from normal and you probably should be more concerned about the situation, but your confidence in Derek outweighs any worry of some creeper breaking into your house.

  Pause. "Have you seen him before?" Fully transitioned into Alpha mode, all humor gone.

  "Nope."

  Longer pause. "And you didn't begin with this because..?"

  Your mouth does the fish out of water routine for a second, your face flushing again. "Because you were being an idiot and distracting me!"

  Derek chuckles quietly. "Where is he?"

  You squint through the crack you made in the curtain. He wasn't watching your house anymore but frowning down at his lap. "Sittin' in a little silver beater across the street."