How You See Me...

Derek, Happy??

Derek POV

I wasn't sure what I expected to happen after sending Stiles that email, but I am not one to put myself out there. At least not anymore. So, I expected nothing because that's what I deserve.

I haven't done much today.

I'm really not looking forward to this pack meeting.

I close my eyes; I'm beginning to feel anxious.

I just want to be the man they need me to be.

At 5:30pm I motivate myself to get dressed. Which really means I just put a shirt on and some sneakers.

I am sure if Jackson has his way we will be training pretty hard tonight. He's the hard ass of the group. Between his pushing and Isaac's pulling I was already exhausted thinking about it.

Years ago, my mother and father had built a fenced in yard with various training tools just for wolf activities, located a couple miles behind the house. This area is the usual place we meet to plan, and train.

Of course, Isaac is the first, but smiles at me as I notice I am the second person to show up. He looks proud as if I've accomplished something. I guess I was just ready to get this over with, but usually I am the last one to show.

Isaac is carrying a notebook and silently waiting for the others. I start to do a couple laps around the yard, hoping my anxiety subsides.

Jackson shows up surprised I am there. Then Boyd and Erica, they wave and smile at me. Scott is last to show up, he says he got caught with some friends and gives a quick apology.

The meeting starts with Isaac, he goes over any activity we might have encountered the last few weeks. Any dead animals noticed, footprints, and traps. After that we head to the training bit, which puts the ball in Jackson's court. I would be upset that they both are technically doing my job but they both love what they do and they feel like important pieces to the pack. So, we begin the grueling 3 hours of drills. By the end of training we are all sweaty tired messes. I'm lying on the ground in-between Isaac and Jackson as we catch our breath.

"Good job tonight, Chief." Isaac says smiling.

"Yeah." Jackson says as he smacks me in the arm.

I smile and my wolf purrs with content.

We all head our separate ways. I make it back to my house, collapsing on the couch. I should shower and head to bed but first I needed to check my email.

Stiles POV

I got home from work and headed to my room. Dad was probably at work; we had a habit of missing each other. He was the chief of police and always busy. We always alternated dinner dates though, one night I would bring him food to the station or he would bring food home for me. We managed to have some time together it just wasn't constant.

I set my backpack on the floor, sat at my desk and opened my computer.

Now I had to work my magic, I was on a mission to get Derek's phone number.

I began to write an email back to him.

Derek, my man. That poem there is truly amazing.

I do agree that it is as you said dark and intense, but I also find it intriguing.

I would love to read more and chat with you about it if you are wiling.

So, I've decided to bestow upon you my digits. Ha-ha!

Please feel free to text or call me I am not picky.

234-567-8910

Thanks Stiles

I hit the send button and wait for my magic to come full circle. I'll either come a crossed as a lovable dork, or strange either way I needed to take a chance.

Derek POV

I turned on my computer and clicked the email button. In my inbox awaited an email from Stiles. I quickly opened and began to read. I laughed and smiled. Peter was right he did have a personality. I saved Stiles' number to my phone and felt like that was all the strength I had in me to do. I walked toward the bathroom to take a shower and I was actually in a good mood, tonight did not go half as bad as I thought it would.