Flat Tires And Subtle Hugs 6/6
AND IT'S FINISHED!!!!!
"What is upward?" Stiles asked, twirling around in his computer chair to face the computer screen.
"Someone's in a great mood," Scott responded, eyebrows raised.
"Um, yeah! It's Saturday. You're coming to visit for the summer. My dad's got a super-hot girlfriend. And I have myself a smoking hot boyfriend."
"I can't believe you and Derek have been seeing each other exclusively," Scott admitted, sly smirk spreading across his face.
"You can't believe it? I can't believe it! I can't believe Jackson and I are good friends. And who would have thought that the pack would be as amazing as they are. Speaking of pack….when do we get to meet this new girl you've got hidden away?"
"Her name is Jessica. This girl is perfect Stiles. She cooks, she can play MW3, my mom loves her, and she doesn't come from a family of psychotic werewolf hunters!"
"She sounds amazing. I can't wait to meet her," Stiles replied honestly. "How are things with your step-dad?"
"Pretty good actually. He's great. Plus he's pretty cool with the werewolf thing. He's even teaching me some wicked cool meditation techniques."
"I guess Florida ended up being great for you after all." Stiles was happy that Scott had finally found his happy ending. And yeah it sucked that he found it across the country where Stiles couldn't be there with him physically, but at least he did get to be there.
"Hey, how are those new tires working out for you by the way?" Scott asked suddenly.
"They're great…How did you know about that?" Stiles asked, frowning in confusion. "I never told you about Derek getting me tires."
"You still haven't figured it out?"
"Well obviously not. I wouldn't be asking otherwise," Stiles said, giving Scott his best "duh" voice.
"I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one. How haven't you figured it out?" Stiles really wasn't fond of this newly found genius that Scott had. At Stiles' blank face Scott continued. "You said yourself that Derek and the pack didn't do it, so who do you think was doing it?"
"Allison? Argent? Finstock? My dad?" At every possible bandit that Stiles called out, Scott shook his head, his grin growing over his face. "Who then?" Stiles asked, giving up.
"Deaton," Scott answered after a while. Stiles could only describe his grin as 'I ate the canary.' Stiles just sat there for a while, letting it sink in.
"You mean you had your ex-boss slash my tires?" Stiles asked slowly.
"I mean I had to have him do it. I knew you weren't going to keep in touch with the pack. I figured Derek wasn't going to man up and come after you then if he hadn't before." At that statement Scott grinned playfully and Stiles arched an eyebrow. He'd had no idea that Scott knew about Derek's affection beforehand. "I had to do something so I had Deaton to flatten your tires and make it look like someone out of the pack. Then I called Derek and filled him in on what was going on. He said he'd have the pack take care of you. And you know the rest."
"I can't believe you," Stiles replied after a few seconds.
"I did it for you," Scott defended immediately.
"I know, but that doesn't mean that I won't be getting you back for it. Or Deaton for that matter."
"Stiles- "
"I have to go Scott, but it was nice chatting with you. See you in a couple of weeks." Stiles ended the call and exited out of Skype. Once he'd shut down his laptop, he sat back with a sigh, placing his hands behind his head.
"Comfortable?" Stiles jumped, spinning around in his chair to face Derek. Said werewolf was leaning against his door, leather jacket laid out on his bed neatly.
"Yes, but apparently I'm not the only one." Derek did look rather relaxed, his shoes kicked off carelessly in the corner. He was wearing his favorite jeans, the ones that fit loosely on his hips. Stiles trailed his eyes back up Derek's chest, noting that Derek was in one of the tanks that he only wore under his shirts. Stiles spotted the aforementioned shirt thrown carelessly on the floor a little over from his shoes. "How long have you been here?" Stiles asked frowning.
"Around the time that Scott stated his shock at our coupling," Derek admitted, crossing over from the door to the bed. He picked the jacket up, checking over it as if any damage could have happened to it while it was on the bed.
"Coupling Derek? Your age is starting to show. Isn't 90° weather a little hot for that whole bad boy look?"
Derek snorted. "Don't be silly. It's never too hot for the bad boy look."
"You say that now, but what about when you pass out from heatstroke?" Stiles retorted.
"I came here to hang it in your closet. I don't exactly have a stable home at the moment. I figured hanging it in the back of your closet until I find an apartment is better than leaving it in the woods or in the subway."
"Are you sure you don't want to put it in a hole in the forest?" Stiles asked as Derek crossed over to the closet to put his jacket away. "I hear that's where all the canines bury their valuables."
"Funny," Derek retorted. "And here I was thinking it'd be safer with the stalker that kept my t-shirt in top condition for the better half of a year." Derek walked over to the bed and got comfortable. When he got situated, he patted the spot next to him. Stiles smiled slowly, standing up and making his way to the bed. Derek opened him with open arms.
"I was thinking," Stiles stated after a moment.
"That's never a good thing," Derek laughed, not even budging when Stiles pinched him.
"You knew the whole time that Deaton was the one slashing my tires," Stiles pointed out. Derek remained silent and Stiles took that as a confession. "Is that the reason you bought me new tires? Because you felt guilty?"
"I bought you new tires because I know how much your jeep means to you. Plus I figured we were done with that whole 'I'm running from my pack' thing. There wasn't a reason to force bonding time on you anymore." Stiles could respect the reasoning, but that didn't help the fact that Derek was also partly responsible for his car's misery. He figured that he'd let it slide for now and extract his revenge when they all least expected it. He let Derek wrap him up in his arms and shower him with kisses. But what he saw in his mind was Derek's Camaro sitting on four flat tires.
*Deaton walked out into the parking lot of the vet building. It was unusually hot for so late. He only had a half hour before his assistant's shift started, but he needed food now if he was ever going to get through an all night shift. He was halfway in the car before something caught his eye. It was a post it note taped to the wind of the passenger side window. He got out slowly and walked around. He plucked it off the window and then looked around. The parking lot was empty save for himself. He frowned and read the note. He let the note fall and looked at his tires in shock. Both tires on the passenger side were flat. He circled back around to the driver's side, letting out a sigh of frustration. Those tires were flat as well.
"Well there goes food. This is what I get for being a good boss." Deaton walked back to the door and went in, stomach growling the whole way. The wind blew, the yellow post-it going with it.
'Just wanted to thank you for "keeping an eye on me." Enjoy your ride.'
Two days later Derek got a post-it of a similar variety. He let out a growl, taking his phone out to call Stiles. A text came through before he could call.
S: Don't bother calling me. I won't answer. Ur guilty by association. If u ever want a piece of this ass again, u'll let it go ;)
Derek sighed, and scrolled down his contact list.
"Hey Will. It's Derek. Yeah, I'm gonna need 4 new tires."
"Of course. Man I gotta say, the tire business has been booming lately."
"What is upward?" Stiles asked, twirling around in his computer chair to face the computer screen.
"Someone's in a great mood," Scott responded, eyebrows raised.
"Um, yeah! It's Saturday. You're coming to visit for the summer. My dad's got a super-hot girlfriend. And I have myself a smoking hot boyfriend."
"I can't believe you and Derek have been seeing each other exclusively," Scott admitted, sly smirk spreading across his face.
"You can't believe it? I can't believe it! I can't believe Jackson and I are good friends. And who would have thought that the pack would be as amazing as they are. Speaking of pack….when do we get to meet this new girl you've got hidden away?"
"Her name is Jessica. This girl is perfect Stiles. She cooks, she can play MW3, my mom loves her, and she doesn't come from a family of psychotic werewolf hunters!"
"She sounds amazing. I can't wait to meet her," Stiles replied honestly. "How are things with your step-dad?"
"Pretty good actually. He's great. Plus he's pretty cool with the werewolf thing. He's even teaching me some wicked cool meditation techniques."
"I guess Florida ended up being great for you after all." Stiles was happy that Scott had finally found his happy ending. And yeah it sucked that he found it across the country where Stiles couldn't be there with him physically, but at least he did get to be there.
"Hey, how are those new tires working out for you by the way?" Scott asked suddenly.
"They're great…How did you know about that?" Stiles asked, frowning in confusion. "I never told you about Derek getting me tires."
"You still haven't figured it out?"
"Well obviously not. I wouldn't be asking otherwise," Stiles said, giving Scott his best "duh" voice.
"I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one. How haven't you figured it out?" Stiles really wasn't fond of this newly found genius that Scott had. At Stiles' blank face Scott continued. "You said yourself that Derek and the pack didn't do it, so who do you think was doing it?"
"Allison? Argent? Finstock? My dad?" At every possible bandit that Stiles called out, Scott shook his head, his grin growing over his face. "Who then?" Stiles asked, giving up.
"Deaton," Scott answered after a while. Stiles could only describe his grin as 'I ate the canary.' Stiles just sat there for a while, letting it sink in.
"You mean you had your ex-boss slash my tires?" Stiles asked slowly.
"I mean I had to have him do it. I knew you weren't going to keep in touch with the pack. I figured Derek wasn't going to man up and come after you then if he hadn't before." At that statement Scott grinned playfully and Stiles arched an eyebrow. He'd had no idea that Scott knew about Derek's affection beforehand. "I had to do something so I had Deaton to flatten your tires and make it look like someone out of the pack. Then I called Derek and filled him in on what was going on. He said he'd have the pack take care of you. And you know the rest."
"I can't believe you," Stiles replied after a few seconds.
"I did it for you," Scott defended immediately.
"I know, but that doesn't mean that I won't be getting you back for it. Or Deaton for that matter."
"Stiles- "
"I have to go Scott, but it was nice chatting with you. See you in a couple of weeks." Stiles ended the call and exited out of Skype. Once he'd shut down his laptop, he sat back with a sigh, placing his hands behind his head.
"Comfortable?" Stiles jumped, spinning around in his chair to face Derek. Said werewolf was leaning against his door, leather jacket laid out on his bed neatly.
"Yes, but apparently I'm not the only one." Derek did look rather relaxed, his shoes kicked off carelessly in the corner. He was wearing his favorite jeans, the ones that fit loosely on his hips. Stiles trailed his eyes back up Derek's chest, noting that Derek was in one of the tanks that he only wore under his shirts. Stiles spotted the aforementioned shirt thrown carelessly on the floor a little over from his shoes. "How long have you been here?" Stiles asked frowning.
"Around the time that Scott stated his shock at our coupling," Derek admitted, crossing over from the door to the bed. He picked the jacket up, checking over it as if any damage could have happened to it while it was on the bed.
"Coupling Derek? Your age is starting to show. Isn't 90° weather a little hot for that whole bad boy look?"
Derek snorted. "Don't be silly. It's never too hot for the bad boy look."
"You say that now, but what about when you pass out from heatstroke?" Stiles retorted.
"I came here to hang it in your closet. I don't exactly have a stable home at the moment. I figured hanging it in the back of your closet until I find an apartment is better than leaving it in the woods or in the subway."
"Are you sure you don't want to put it in a hole in the forest?" Stiles asked as Derek crossed over to the closet to put his jacket away. "I hear that's where all the canines bury their valuables."
"Funny," Derek retorted. "And here I was thinking it'd be safer with the stalker that kept my t-shirt in top condition for the better half of a year." Derek walked over to the bed and got comfortable. When he got situated, he patted the spot next to him. Stiles smiled slowly, standing up and making his way to the bed. Derek opened him with open arms.
"I was thinking," Stiles stated after a moment.
"That's never a good thing," Derek laughed, not even budging when Stiles pinched him.
"You knew the whole time that Deaton was the one slashing my tires," Stiles pointed out. Derek remained silent and Stiles took that as a confession. "Is that the reason you bought me new tires? Because you felt guilty?"
"I bought you new tires because I know how much your jeep means to you. Plus I figured we were done with that whole 'I'm running from my pack' thing. There wasn't a reason to force bonding time on you anymore." Stiles could respect the reasoning, but that didn't help the fact that Derek was also partly responsible for his car's misery. He figured that he'd let it slide for now and extract his revenge when they all least expected it. He let Derek wrap him up in his arms and shower him with kisses. But what he saw in his mind was Derek's Camaro sitting on four flat tires.
*Deaton walked out into the parking lot of the vet building. It was unusually hot for so late. He only had a half hour before his assistant's shift started, but he needed food now if he was ever going to get through an all night shift. He was halfway in the car before something caught his eye. It was a post it note taped to the wind of the passenger side window. He got out slowly and walked around. He plucked it off the window and then looked around. The parking lot was empty save for himself. He frowned and read the note. He let the note fall and looked at his tires in shock. Both tires on the passenger side were flat. He circled back around to the driver's side, letting out a sigh of frustration. Those tires were flat as well.
"Well there goes food. This is what I get for being a good boss." Deaton walked back to the door and went in, stomach growling the whole way. The wind blew, the yellow post-it going with it.
'Just wanted to thank you for "keeping an eye on me." Enjoy your ride.'
Two days later Derek got a post-it of a similar variety. He let out a growl, taking his phone out to call Stiles. A text came through before he could call.
S: Don't bother calling me. I won't answer. Ur guilty by association. If u ever want a piece of this ass again, u'll let it go ;)
Derek sighed, and scrolled down his contact list.
"Hey Will. It's Derek. Yeah, I'm gonna need 4 new tires."
"Of course. Man I gotta say, the tire business has been booming lately."