Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor profit of it. Jeff Davis owns it.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Author's note: Again apologies for the lateness of this chapter *winces* I knew which scenes I wanted, but getting the words on paper proved to be a tad more difficult than expected. I'm really sorry for the delay!
Warnings: nothing really specific as far as I'm aware of
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 3
"Aw, man, that really sucks," Scott said and the genuine regret in his voice made Stiles only feel slightly better.
"Yeah, I had some shit luck today," Stiles muttered, falling down on his bed on his back; his legs spread out and feet still resting on the floor.
The only light in his room came from the streetlamp outside and it threw an orange thin beam across his desk, over his bed and onto the wall. With how thin and faint it was, it barely provided any decent light, but he didn't want to get up and turn on his lamp.
It was already past midnight, long after the Run had finished, and he was only just now calling his best friend to tell him about what had happened. Scott wasn't bothered by the late hour; it wouldn't be the first time Stiles called him up in the middle of the night just to discuss something he had read on the internet and which couldn't wait until they saw each other in school.
"But well, at least you know now that Derek's into you?" Scott offered hesitatingly, sounding cautiously optimistic.
Out of the two of them, he was definitely the most optimistic one.
"That's true." Stiles frowned at his ceiling, watching the orange beam get briefly interrupted as the bulb flickered. That thing had been going off and on for a couple of weeks now; dad had mentioned it at the town hall, but so far they didn't seem in the mood to fix it.
"But?" Scott asked, knowing Stiles well enough that a 'but' would inevitably follow.
"But that doesn't mean he's going to wait six months," Stiles said, sighing frustratedly as he tugged at his hair. "He can always decide it's not worth the wait."
That I'm not worth the wait.
That dark thought spun around in his mind, bouncing back and forth even as he tried to ignore it. His conversation with dad earlier this evening had made him feel better about the whole ordeal, had even made him believe that Derek would be willing to wait an additional six months before they could have their first date, but now he was alone in his room and all his insecurities and doubts started to fester once more, hissing at him that there was no way for Derek to want him enough to be willing to wait.
"Pretty sure he came back after all this time for you, dude," Scott pointed out, annoyingly calm. "I don't know him like you do, but do you really think he'd have caught you if he wasn't serious about you?"
"No," Stiles answered reluctantly, biting down on his lip. Derek didn't do things on a whim. Laura might, sure, she was known to be rather impulsive at times, even Cora, but Derek had always been the most cautious one of all three, thinking first before doing something.
"You're going to talk to him soon, right?"
"Yeah, I'm planning on talking to him tomorrow – or well later today," he corrected himself, seeing as it was already past midnight.
"Just explain everything. It'll be fine," Scott said confidently.
"I hope so," Stiles muttered darkly and stifled a yawn. Usually he had no problems staying up late, but the shifting on top of the events of today had wiped him out quite badly. His eyelids were starting to burn subtly with the need for some good night's sleep.
"It will, you'll see."
They said their goodbyes when it became clear that Stiles' speech was starting to slur – not that Scott was doing any better, counting the various yawns that interspersed his side of their conversation.
Dropping his phone on his nightstand, he laid there for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling. After having kept his feelings for Derek a secret for such a long time, relief filled him at finally having come clean to his best friend. Better yet: Scott hadn't reacted badly at all!
He knew he should have had more trust in his buddy, but you could never know, right? It had been one thing to witness him so besotted with Lydia Martin, a girl their own age, but it was a whole other thing to hear that he had been nursing a crush on a guy three years older.
Sure, three years was nothing in the grand scheme of things, especially not since Stiles had recently turned eighteen, but still …
As he went to the bathroom to take a leak and brush his teeth, he could only hope that his conversation with Derek would go just as smoothly.
And as for Theo …
Just six months, he reminded himself, climbing into his bed again. Just six months and then he was free of Theo.
Typically he was not an early riser. He was the type of person to go to bed extremely late and sleep in until the last possible second. During school weeks this often left him rushing around during the mornings, trying to cram some toast in his mouth while at the same time dressing himself and making sure he had everything with him.
Weekends and holidays were meant to sleep in for as long as possible in his opinion and while he loved to do exactly that during the week they weren't required to be at school following the Run, when his alarm blared obnoxiously loud on Monday morning, instead of pressing the snooze button over and over again, he slammed it once and sat up.
Drowsily he looked around in his room, noticing the faint glow of the morning sun illuminating his room. His body still heavy with sleep, he was very tempted to just lie back down and go back to sleep for at least a couple more hours, but there was a reason why he had set his alarm for half past seven.
With a deep groan, he stood up, nearly tripping over his backpack – he seriously needed to start remembering to put that next to his desk instead of next to his bed. His coordination was already quite shit as it was, he didn't need more obstacles.
After finishing up in the bathroom he slipped back into his room to pull on some jeans he found thrown over his chair – they didn't look stained nor smelt badly, so they were deemed good enough – and a dark red sweatshirt. May might have rolled into Beacon Hills, but that didn't mean the weather would change to fit with the month.
Sure it was no longer dreadfully cold and he no longer felt like his balls would freeze off, but it was still rather chilly during the mornings. It would still be quite a while before he could dug out his T-shirts again.
Dad was already in the kitchen when Stiles stumbled inside, which made sense given that the man had a shift starting soon. The Sheriff raised an eyebrow as he watched his son amble to the cupboards in search for something to eat.
"You feeling all right, son?" he asked, sounding both wary and amused at the same time. "It's only eight o'clock – aren't you usually still asleep at this hour?"
"Yes, don't remind me," Stiles muttered darkly, deciding on a bowl of cereals because he was too lazy to make an omelette. He filled his mug with coffee on his way to the table and dropped down heavily on the chair.
"Any particular reason you're up so early?" Dad inquired, his eyes sharp as they studied the younger man. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Didn't sleep well?"
Anyone else would think his dad hesitating before asking such an innocuous question was weird, but Stiles knew instantly what he was actually referring to. After his mother had died, Stiles had had awful nightmares for months. He hadn't been a stranger to waking up screaming and terrified out of his mind. His dad had been there for him every night to calm him down and soothe him back to sleep, no matter whether he had an early shift or not. Most of the time, though, Stiles had just remained awake, too scared to go back to sleep.
Given the way his day had ended yesterday, Stiles supposed he couldn't fault the older man for worrying that he had had another nightmare – especially given how early he had woken up.
"No, I set my alarm this early," he answered and didn't miss the way dad's shoulders slumped slightly in relief. "I want to talk to Derek and seeing as he always wakes up at a ridiculously early hour, I figured I'd best talk to him as soon as possible."
"It's only 'ridiculously early' for you, kid," Dad retorted dryly, draining the last bit of his coffee before standing up. "But I'm glad you're going to talk to him." He walked around the table and squeezed Stiles' shoulder softly. "Let me know how it went tonight, okay?"
"Sure thing, pops," Stiles said, forcing himself to smile. Already his stomach was doing odd twists and turns at the prospect of talking to Derek.
It was stupid, really. He had talked with Derek without any problems ever since he'd come back to town, but now the thought of speaking to him, asking him whether he was willing to wait, had his stomach cramping and his coffee tasting more bitter than normally.
"It'll be fine," Dad said, sounding confident. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, be safe."
"Always am."
The Hale house had never looked so daunting before as today. Peering up at it through the window shield of his Jeep, Stiles contemplated once more whether this was a good idea.
A part of him wanted to go back home, so certain that Derek would reject him and say he didn't want to wait another six months for him. Stiles wouldn't blame him if he reacted like that.
It was also possible, however, that Derek wouldn't mind waiting for half a year and he wouldn't know that for sure if he ran away like a coward now.
Not to mention – Derek had looked somewhat ashamed when he had to clarify he was a Beta and not an Alpha and Stiles wanted to erase any doubt the older man could have about Stiles' opinion about him. Sure, he had believed for years that Derek was an Alpha just like his sisters, but he hadn't started liking him because he was an Alpha, but simply because of who he was.
Alpha, Beta, Omega – it didn't matter to Stiles. Derek was Derek and Stiles would gladly prove that – as soon as Theo was out of the picture completely.
But to do that, he'd have to get out of the car first. Right.
Heaving a big sigh, he undid his seatbelt and stepped out of his car. Derek's Camaro was parked near the large house, next to a dark blue Mercedes – his father's car. Derek's car being here meant he was still home, right? Unless he had hitched a ride with someone else, but Stiles doubted that.
The front door opened before he had taken the last step onto the porch, revealing Laura dressed in an oversized dark blue shirt and white cotton shorts; her long legs and feet were bare and Stiles absently wondered whether she wasn't feeling at least a little bit chilly. She was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and raised an eyebrow.
"Finally decided to leave the sanctuary of your car?" she questioned lightly.
He rubbed the back of his head and released a jittery chuckle. "Heh, nothing gets past you, huh?"
"It's hard to ignore the amount of noise your jeep makes, Stiles," she pointed out mildly; her eyes flashing with amusement before she grew solemn again. "You're here early," she said quietly.
"Eh yeah, I was," he took a deep breath, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, "I wanted to talk to Derek actually and I know you're all up really early so …" he trailed off, feeling uncomfortable underneath the scrutiny she subjected him to.
"I'm not so sure whether that's a good idea, Stiles," she said slowly and hey, at least she didn't sound pissed enough to bite his head off, so that was a good start.
"I'm not so sure either, but I really need to talk to him, Laura," he said, releasing a soft sigh.
"He told me you thought he was an Alpha." She tapped the fingers of her right hand against her left arm, crossing her ankles.
Exasperatedly he threw up his hands. "Yes, apparently I was the only idiot who got confused by his scent, big deal! It doesn't matter, I really need to talk to him."
"Didn't Theo Raeken catch you?" She frowned heavily; disapproval as an underlying current in her voice.
He scowled at the mention of the Alpha's name. "He didn't so much as catch me as use the rules of the Run against Derek and me," he retorted bitterly. "Trust me, if I had been up to me, Theo could fuck off for all I care."
She studied him in silence for a moment, seeming to debate about something, before she nodded slowly. "Derek's in his room. Second floor." She straightened up and took a few steps aside, clearing the way for him.
"Thanks," he muttered, slipping past her inside the large entrance hall.
The Hale family was a large one, with aunts and uncles and cousins dropping by frequently, so Stiles couldn't really discern any individual scent, except for some vague hints. Derek's scent was the only one which popped out the most, though, but that was probably because he had always been rather fixated on it. He'd probably be able to single it out even in a room with a thousand people pressed tightly together.
Bright blue eyes regarded him with some kind of dark amusement from the top of the staircase. "Oh good," Peter, Derek's uncle and a guy Stiles still hadn't figured out what to think of, said lightly. "You're here. The fun's not over yet." He sounded pleased, even though Stiles had no fucking clue what the hell he was talking about.
He squinted up at the Beta man. "Has anyone ever told you your cryptid comments are annoying?" he asked mildly, resting his hand on the banister. The staircase was made of some dark brown wood which gleamed in the light and felt smooth underneath his hand.
Peter hummed and descended the stairs. "There might have been a mention of that once or twice," he replied airily and smirked. "Do be careful with my nephew: he's in a delicate state now."
That made a loud, aggravated growl echo from somewhere upstairs and Stiles frowned at the older man, whose smirk only grew as he disappeared into the living room. When Stiles looked at Laura, she only shrugged and rolled her eyes, giving him a look that said 'What can you do?'
He pulled a face at her before steeling himself and slowly ascending the stairs. The closer he got to the landing, the more his stomach seemed to try to digest itself, which was a disconcerting feeling and had him scowling at himself. What the hell was he even nervous about? This was Derek, for fuck's sake! He had been talking to the man for weeks, what was the worst that could happen?
The worst that could happen would be the older man rejecting him, which okay, yeah, would suck majorly hard, but – well, at least he'd have his answer. There was no need to be this nervous, he was just being stupid.
Still he hesitated in front of the closed door, his hand curled into a fist hovering in front of it. There wasn't a need to guess which bedroom was Derek's on this floor; only one door was closed and the other rooms were empty, so unless Derek had moved to an entire different floor or scaled down the house through the window in his room, he still had to be in there.
Here goes nothing, he thought slightly hysterical and knocked on the door, shifting his weight from one leg to the other one and back. Derek most likely knew already that he was waiting here, but it would have still been impolite to just barge in.
Not that Stiles wasn't known to be impolite at times and simply barge into rooms even when he wasn't allowed to – his dad had a lot of experience with that – but this time it was different. It didn't feel right to just enter without giving Derek a chance to refuse.
Not after the way they had parted yesterday.
For a long moment there was no movement at all on the other side of the door and Stiles grew restless. How long should he wait here? Should he knock again or …
The door opened. Derek was dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, the muscles in his arms bulging as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Any other moment and Stiles would have definitely made use of Derek's lack of torso apparel to ogle his chest and rock hard abs – truly the man was like the embodiment of a Greek god – not to mention the arms rippling with strength, but this was definitely not to moment for that. It was in fact the furthest away from the right moment for such a thing.
"Can we talk?" he asked softly when Derek made no move to say or do anything else but stare at him with unreadable eyes.
The Beta man took a deep breath and let it out slowly before giving him a curt nod and stepping out of the way. The way he moved was so stiff, Stiles' own muscles hurt in sympathy. As Derek sat back down on his bed – a four poster bed with dark sheets which laid crumpled near the foot end – Stiles looked around slowly, taking in how the room looked.
It was rather spartan looking. There was a desk with some papers, a laptop, some pens and Derek's phone, which was currently charging. The desk itself stood right underneath the window, which looked out at the large garden. There was one single nightstand on the left of the bed and a trashcan on the other side. A wardrobe stood on the left of the desk and a sleeve of a green sweater was peeking through a gap in one of the doors.
The walls were painted a pale blue and bare except for a couple of picture frames with photos of the Hale family and Derek's siblings separately. The left wall was mainly dominated by a large bookcase, which was stuffed to the brim with all sorts of books: from encyclopaedias, to school textbooks, dictionaries, and novels – some even in other languages like Spanish and French.
The floor was completely hidden from view by a dark blue carpet which muffled his footsteps. The click of the door as it fell shut was rather loud in the otherwise silent room.
"Why are you here, Stiles?" Derek asked quietly. He was sitting slightly hunched forwards, his hands dangling between his spread legs.
Stiles swallowed and offered him a wavering smile. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he said, "I just – I wanted to ask you something."
Derek frowned slightly. "Ask what?"
"Whether – and I know this is asking a lot of you, okay, I know that, but I figured I could still try, because I know I would keep kicking myself for the rest of my life if I didn't try and well, no pain, no gain, right? Although I guess that's not really the appropriate idiom in this case; maybe something along the lines of better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all, which sounds better in this situation and I - "
"Stiles."
"Right, right," Stiles jerked his head down and licked his lips, clasping his hands together behind his back in an attempt to stop moving them. "I wanted – I wanted to ask whether you can wait six months for me and then we could continue where we left off yesterday?" he asked hopefully, but winced when he saw the utter blank look on Derek's face.
"Or you know, if you don't want to wait, that's totally fine, I get it, I mean, six months is not exactly a short period of time even though both my dad and Scott keep claiming it is, but then again, one's my dad and the other's my best friend and they're both kind of obligated to cheer me up, so I'm not sure whether their reassurances actually count," he babbled, growing only more and more nervous with each second that passed with complete silence on Derek's part.
"You're with Raeken," Derek cut him off abruptly; his voice harsh and rough and his eyes flashed as his hands curled into fists.
"Only because he used the rules against us," Stiles muttered, frowning. "He didn't even make the effort to chase me himself. Do you really think I would have chosen him if it wasn't for those stupid rules? I mean, I thought I made it pretty clear yesterday that I was completely ready for you to get up in all of this." He waved at his body impatiently.
Hazel coloured eyes squinted up at him. "You don't want him?" he asked slowly, looking like he didn't dare to believe the Omega.
Stiles stared at him incredulously. "Are you insane? Why the hell would I want him? I barely know that guy!" he bristled, balling his fists. "I'm counting down the days until the six months are over and I can leave him in fact! Seriously, wasn't it clear enough yesterday that I want you?" He felt his cheeks heat up at the admission, but he kept his eyes stubbornly fixed on the older man. Clearly Derek was having some misconceptions about what had happened yesterday and it was up to him to fix those.
"I thought – I thought you'd prefer an Alpha," Derek said haltingly, looking away with a frown. "Because you thought I was an Alpha before you found out."
"Derek, I don't care whether you're an Alpha or a Beta or an Omega," Stiles said determined, making his voice as firm as possible so that there wouldn't be any misunderstandings now. "Yeah, I got confused by your scent and thought you were an Alpha, so what? I like the person Derek, not whatever Status you have. Trust me when I say that if I had any choice, I would choose you immediately."
The small, shy smile Derek gave him made something in him twinge. Feeling a bit more encouraged by the smile, Stiles dared to take a few steps closer. "So, I know six months is a long time and if you don't want to wait, I understand," he said softly, "but would you be willing to wait for me? I'd like nothing more than to become your mate if you still want me."
"I'm serious about you, Stiles," Derek said quietly and rose up, closing the remaining distance between them swiftly. "Six months is nothing. I can wait that long."
Stiles' head shot up and he stared at the other man with wide eyes, his hands shooting out to grab Derek's. "You really mean it?" he asked hopefully, heart hammering madly in his chest. "You'll wait for me?"
Strong, slightly larger hands squeezed his tenderly, entwining their fingers together and Stiles' heart skipped a beat at the warmth radiating against his hands.
Staring down into large, Bambi brown eyes, Derek smiled and raised their hands to drop a kiss on Stiles'. "What's six months?"
What was six months indeed?
AN2: I figured this would be a nice way to end the chapter; light fluff before the inevitable shit storm starts.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Step by Step, We'll Get There