It Is the Night

slackerlackermotivation: 2012-06-11 22:45 Also, Derek, screw you for ignoring Stiles as a possible candidate, did it even cross your mind? Stiles would probably be good. I need a drabble on this.

A/N: Takes place right before s2 starts.

“Have you checked on Lydia yet?”

Heart leaping into his throat, Stiles spun around on his heel, lost his balance, and fell against the edge of his desk. At least, from his position on the floor, he assumed he hit the edge of his desk. It would explain the pain in his hip.

“Derek.” He decided the floor was a comfortable and safe position for him to be in right now. “You didn’t get Scott’s text?”

Derek shrugged and leaned forward in his seated position in the bedroom’s wayward chair, resting his elbows against his thighs. “I prefer getting my information directly from the source.”

“Ugh, paranoid much?” Stiles took a moment to knock his forehead against the floor before looking back up at the new alpha. “Scott wouldn’t lie to you about something this big.”

Derek’s nod seemed lost in thought even as his eyes remained sharp and focused. “You’d make a good packmate, Stiles.”

Stiles froze. He’d been accused of reading far too in between the lines before, but even so, this was probably an issue that needed to be addressed sooner rather than later. Especially if later turned out to be some heat of the moment, life or death situation.

“Yeah, about that…” He licked his lips and briefly glanced away. “Peter sort of…he sort of already offered me the bite. You know, back when…back when everything.” He accompanied the word with a bit of hand motioning, figuring Derek would get the picture.

“Hm.” Derek’s eyes narrowed and for a flash of a moment, he looked offended. Angry, almost. And then…

And then that was it.

“Wait, that’s it?” Stiles rolled over and bounced up to his feet to follow Derek to the bedroom window. “Where are you going? I didn’t even tell you about Lydia! Scott might have left out some of the details. You’re not even going to offer me the bite? I’m a little offended that you’re not following through on any of your—”

He cut himself off as Derek turned around, but rather than annoyance or rage, Derek’s expression was merely one of acceptance.

“You have a good life here.” Derek’s eyes took a moment to sweep around the room before resting back on Stiles. “I’m not going to let you trade that in for something else. Not yet, anyway.”

Stiles’ body sagged in…relief? Disappointment? He wasn’t sure.

“Okay…What about Lydia?”

Hoisting one leg out of the window sill, Derek seemed almost amused by the question. “I’m personally putting you in charge of keeping an eye on her.”

And with that he was gone.

Well…alrighty then.

Stiles remained staring at his open window for a moment longer before turning around and shuffling to where he dropped his bag. As he picked it up and retrieved his keys, he found himself discarding the idea of picking up flowers before heading back to the hospital. Chances were they would wilt before Lydia woke up. Maybe a nice balloon instead…

THE END.