Broken Car, Lemon Bar (27884 words) by inhystereks
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Mechanic Derek Hale, Mechanic Derek, Oblivious Stiles, Daddy Kink, Alpha Derek, Alpha Derek Hale, The Hale Pack - Freeform, POV Stiles, POV Derek, Oblivious Scott, Underage Stiles Stilinski, Dirty Talk
Summary:
Stiles got out of his car so whoever was coming wouldn't think he was just being an asshole and stopped in the middle of the road on purpose. He almost laughed when he caught sight of the approaching car. A black Camaro. Which meant Derek Hale was the one slowing down to pull up behind him. The town mechanic and also the scariest fucker around.
Oh, sweet irony.
He was exactly the person Stiles desperately needed and was also terrified of.
Five Times Scott Found Stiles or Derek Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn’t
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI
Part III: aka Cheat Day
Early-ish October was shockingly warm, even for northern-ish California. Scott had taken to jogging across campus in the late morning after his first class, and more often than not, by the time he hit the main green outside the library he’d lost his shirt. If he cut through campus instead of running the perimeter like usual, he could treat himself to one of those ridiculously sweet pumpkin spice drinks that had rolled out with the changing of the leaves on the trees.
True to form, Scott’s grey tank top was already tucked into the waistband of his loose basketball shorts. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm while he crunched through fallen leaves, aware of the appreciative eyes that followed him. He couldn’t help but preen under the attention and puffed out his chest.
Scott was proud of his body. He didn’t work hard for it, what with natural werewolfness to maintain his six-pack for him, but he needed to put in a little effort, hence the daily run across campus. But after growing up the weak loser with a breathing problem back home, getting bitten by a rogue alpha hadn’t been the worst thing in the world.
Turning down the path that lead down to Greek Row on campus instead of finishing his circuit, Scott caught sight of a huge black dog curled up beside a man. Scott liked animals. As a veterinary student, it was sort of a requirement, so he altered course a bit to pass by.
It wasn’t until he was closer that he recognized the man, who wasn’t actually a man, but a kid. A teenager, technically.
Stiles looked sixteen at most, not that Scott knew his actual age, and he was human, but for some reason, one that Scott hadn’t figured out yet, Stiles hung around the only supernatural fraternity on campus. At first, Scott thought Stiles’ presence had been part of his pledge week.
Scott had spent the week proving his control, which had mostly involved a series of annoying, and equally ridiculous tests that included being pummeled by water balloons, six straight hours of sparring with every member of the frat, and a few other strange tasks. So, that week he’d made a point to hide all supernaturalness around the human. But then, Stiles was still around, like a permanent fixture in the house. He was friends with everyone; even Boyd would crack a smile for the kid. Stiles even had a key, which he used, and often.
Last weekend, Scott had come down in the morning to find Stiles making pancakes in the kitchen. It had become a party, sort of, because Boyd had texted Erica, and then half of the KIT sorority had invaded the Alpha frat house for Stiles’ infamous pancakes.
Scott slowed to a stop a few feet from Stiles and the dog. But Stiles wasn’t just sitting under a tree reading a book with a dog because the giant dog wasn’t actually a dog at all, but a huge black wolf.
“Sup, man,” Stiles greeted with a short wave. He closed his copy of Snow Country and tossed it on the grass where it landed a few inches from one of the wolf’s massive front paws.
The wolf was asleep, head in Stiles’ lap, and curled protectively around the human. Stiles ran his fingers through the shaggy fur and scratched behind the wolf’s ears. Scott tensed for a moment when the wolf shifted and growled quietly, but it settled down quickly, nudging its nose into Stiles’ belly.
“That’s a wolf,” Scott said lamely, and Stiles laughed.
“Cool, right?” Stiles played with the wolf’s ears and patted the giant beast’s side. “He can find me on campus no matter where I am. Once he waited outside the labs until I finished a night lab at ten. Can’t say I didn’t appreciate the company on the walk home. Plus, totally freaks people out.”
The wolf snuffled softly in his sleep and the human huffed in amusement before he resumed petting the wolf.
Scott inched closer with his hand cautiously extended. “Can I, uh… pet him?” he asked.
Stiles paused his scratching behind the wolf’s ears and scrunched up his nose with a frown. “Probably not a good idea. He’s not exactly a big fan of other people. Almost took off Isaac’s fingers once.”
Scott snatched his hand back, clutching it to his chest, and took several giant steps back, but at the same time, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. He glanced around to locate Derek, but the older alpha werewolf wasn’t in sight. It took him a few seconds to track the scent to the black wolf dozing in Stiles’ lap.
Derek was the wolf. Not only was Derek the wolf, but he actively followed and cuddled Stiles all over campus, and the human didn’t have a clue.
Stiles was being stalked by a werewolf. An alpha werewolf, for that matter. An alpha werewolf that was currently curled protectively around a clumsy human, and fast asleep.
“I should probably go,” Scott said quickly. He backed away, barely staying on his feet as he tripped over a stray branch.
A full shift wolf was rare. Scott hadn’t even known Derek could do a full shift, though he wasn’t all that surprised. The guy was pretty zen for an alpha. Grumpy, but still pretty chill. As fellow alpha’s they sort of tolerated each other, but Derek was pretty awesome with the rest of the fraternity and even the girls in KIT. Like the time he literally threw a drunk human frat guy at a party out the front door of the sorority house when the dude grabbed Kira’s ass. The guy was intense and protective.
Stiles raised his eyebrows at Scott’s hasty retreat. “You okay, man?”
“Yeah,” Scott croaked. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, great. Fine. I just need to grab lunch, you know, before my afternoon class.”
“Right…” Stiles drawled. “And it has nothing to do with the fact you’re afraid Padfoot will eat you.”
“You named him after a Harry Potter character?” Scott asked. A giant black wolf that turned into a man. The irony was overwhelming. “That’s… interesting.”
“Got it in one.” Stiles grinned and winked. “I knew I liked you for a reason. Derek just rolled his eyes and called me an idiot.” But Stiles was should be thankful that’s all Derek had done, though it fit into the weak spot Derek apparently had for the human.
The only person, human or otherwise, that got away with anything was Stiles. He pestered Derek into going places, getting take-out, or even cooking, and practically lived at the frat house. Stiles was the only one that could change the station in the car, which Scott learned the one time Derek drove him anywhere because Isaac had tried and had his hand slapped like a kid trying to get into the cookie jar.
On one memorable occasion the week before, Stiles had borrowed the Camero. Even the other brother’s in the fraternity who were used to Stiles’ antics had been shocked by that one.
“I’m just gonna…” Scott pointed in the general direction of the fraternity and jogged off without another word, but didn’t miss the disappointed sigh behind him.
“There you go chasing off another potential friend, and you’re not even awake,” Stiles said to the wolf. “Who are we kidding. You’re a giant puppy. Clearly, I’m the problem. Freaky genius kid doesn’t need friends, right?”
At the soft sound of a sniffle, Scott chanced a glance over his shoulder before he turned the corner. The sight of Stiles hunched over the wolf, faced buried in his fur, and shoulders trembling was an alpha force punch to the chest. But it was the glowing red eyes glaring at him that made him stumble and trip. He skidded across the ground. His skin shredded as he grated his face across the pavement and left a smear of blood.
Scott staggered to his feet and out of sight, bloody gashes disappearing as his skin knit itself back together. Maybe it wasn’t Stiles that was sticking around the fraternity, but it was Derek that was systematically ensuring he kept Stiles close, but why?
The way Stiles found out he was Derek's mate wasn't exactly romantic. In fact, it was actually a very strange occurrence that baffled the hyper boy for days. Scott desperately wanted Derek to stop making new betas like Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, so he confronted the pack to "ask politely". Really, Scott was far too nice. Stiles tagged along because he didn't want Derek Hale killing his best friend.
Yes, he did live with him for a very small period of time when he was running from the police force, but Stiles still didn't trust or even like him. When they arrived in the forest, Scott attempted to be nice about it, but the betas only saw a way to prove themselves to their alpha by beating him. So Scott was fighting them all at once. It was numbers verses experience, and Stiles was terrified since the numbers appeared to be winning.
So he did what any normal best friend would do. He took a step forward and screamed, "Stop it!"
He honestly had no idea it would work.
All three betas halted in their tracks and backed up, growling at Scott but otherwise doing nothing. The werewolves reverted back to their mostly human form including Scott, who stared at them in complete confusion. According to Derek's panicked expression, he knew exactly what was going on. "Derek," Erica sounded a bit scared. "Derek, why can't I attack him?"
"We need to leave," Derek glared heavily at Stiles. "Now."
"They're listening to you!" Scott exclaimed, and Stiles really just wanted to slap his forehead. Really Scott? He just figured that out?
"Let's go," Derek growled, eyes glowing red. The betas all stepped towards him, and Stiles couldn't help himself.
"Stay."
The three stopped mid-step, looking between the two in complete confusion. "What's going on?" Isaac hopelessly stared at Derek. "I want to follow you but I want to stay. Why?"
"What did you do?" Boyd asked Stiles, no anger in his voice at all. Only curiosity. Figures he'd be the calm one in this situation.
"I don't know!" Stiles confessed.
Scott's eyes widened. "Wait, Dr. Deaton explained something like this to me."
"Scott," Derek outright snarled. "Don't say it."
"Beta's have to obey their alpha's," Scott's eyes were frantically darting between Derek and Stiles. "But he said that sometimes they don't when there's a mate! It's like a family. Mates have control over them too. I mean, they don't have to obey but every instinct tells them too."
Stiles snorted. "Dude, I'm not Derek's mate."
Complete silence met his ears. Derek sighed, staring at the ground in an almost defeated manner. His betas gasped with pure shock, and Scott looked like he had no idea how to handle this situation. "Oh my God..." Stiles whispered.
This is all Ava's fault, because one time there was this and yeah, blame her.
Also this is literally fluff, just my brain expressing nonesense.
XXX
Derek looked up from his pile of marking and curved his lips at the first student through. ‘Hi, I don’t know your name.’ Derek admitted to the dark haired boy.
‘Greenberg.’ The boy said.
Derek nodded. ‘And you’re here because…’
‘Because I turned up to econ today.’ Greenberg said as she sat and pulled out his pile of books out his backpack.
‘Weren’t you supposed to?’ Derek couldn’t keep the confusion out of his voice.
‘What?’ Greenberg asked with a frown.
‘Go to class?’ Derek prompted.
‘Oh, yeah, yeah I was, but you know coach…’ Greenberg laughed to himself, shaking his head fondly. ‘Coach.’ He said again. Derek raised an eyebrow and went back to his marking. No one else turned up on the first day of school, which, frankly, Derek was relieved about.
XXX
‘Back again Greenberg?’ Derek asked not looking up when the door opened.
‘Actually, my name’s Scott McCall.’ A voice said. Derek looked up, and offered a half smile.
‘Scott, I remember you from my third period class.’ Derek said. ‘Who put you in detention?’
‘Mr Harris.’ Scott said rubbing his thumb on the strap of his bag.
‘Ah. Nice, well, take a seat, I’m sure Greenberg will be here soon.’ Derek said going back to his marking. Moments later the door opened and the boy in question took his usual seat.
XXX
‘McCall, Stilinski, if you don’t behave you’ll be joining me and Greenberg in the afternoon detention class.’ Derek snapped.
‘That’s me!’ Greenberg said as Stilinski muttered ‘he knows my name.’ Derek turned away and shook his head as he started to scrawl on the board.
‘Shut up or you’ll be in detention.’ Scott whispered ten minutes later.
‘Stilinski, McCall’s right, I’ll see you in the afternoon.’ Derek shot over his shoulder.
‘Result.’ Stiles said none too quietly.
XXX
Derek's detention class was filling up. Every day for five weeks now Greenberg had turned up, a thing which didn't seem to bother him. Scott had been there a few times, while Stiles was currently in his first detention. He was sitting now, with his chin on his hands, gazing at Derek as he marked his work. 'Problem?' He asked.
'None,' Stiles said in a voice that sounded far off.
'Well, why don’t you try to find something to do huh?' Derek suggested.
'Okay.' Stiles said not taking his eyes off Derek. Derek frowned and shook his head, going back to his marking and leaving Stiles to whatever he was doing.
XXX
'We're here for detention.' A voice said. Derek looked up to find Lydia Martin holding what looked like a small dog. 'This is Prada.'
'Okay, and what have you done to deserve detention Miss Martin?' Derek asked.
'I called my math teacher he was an idiot.' Lydia said.
Derek hummed and pointed his pen at her. 'And Prada?'
'She agreed.' Lydia said jutting her hip out and resting her hand on it. The dog licked the girl underneath her chin and Lydia giggled.
'Pick a seat.' Derek said looking to where the rest of his detention regulars sat.
XXX
It was raining when Derek heard about the fight in the lunch room. The girls had both been assigned to his detention class, two girls who had never been in detention before. The first girl arrived in a clatter of high leopard print heels and short black skirt. Derek gazed at her with a smile on his face. 'Erica I believe.'
'That's right sir.' She said leaning against the door frame, crossing her long legs.
'Mr Hale will do. Come inside and join our merry band.' Derek said looking back at his desk. His cell phone buzzed, causing everybody to look up as he opened the text. 'Carry on with what you're doing.'
There was a knock on the door. A brunette teenager was smirking at him wearing tight jeans and a low top. 'Miss Argent, take a seat anywhere.' Derek said going back to his phone. He heard the girl let out a puff and mutter to Erica 'nice plan.'
XXX
Derek watched Danny grin as he slumped into his seat beside Stiles, watched as they fist bumped and went to their staring.
Derek rolled his eyes and went back to his marking. He couldn't help but notice Lydia with her hand in the air. 'Yes Lydia.'
'It's almost Thanksgiving Mr Hale.' Lydia said curling her hand into a fist on her desk.
'It is, Lydia.' Derek said.
'What are you doing? For the holiday, I mean?' Erica wondered aloud, curling a strand of hair around her finger.
'If you're lonely we could do something for you.' Allison added.
'Yes you could just one of us for dinner.' Danny suggested.
'No offence taken Greenberg.' Derek said with wide eyes.
'So how about it then?' Stiles said licking his lips.
'Sorry, I'm meeting my girlfriend’s family this Thanksgiving, but thanks guys, for all the offers, I'm touched, really.' Derek said glancing down at his phone to reply to his text.
'What do you call your girlfriend Mr Hale?' Scott asked Derek, not noticing that everyone around him was huffing.
'You'll find out soon enough Scott.' Derek said with a half-smile. Scott sent him a confused frown but went back to his work.
'What does she do?' Allison asked not meeting his eyes.
'She's a nurse.' Derek said.
'My mom’s a nurse.' Scott said excitedly.
'Nice to know.' Derek said going back to his marking.
XXX
Derek clenched his fist as he held his hand at the door, then rapped his knuckles against the wood.
'I'll get it!' A voice called from inside and moments later Scott McCall tugged the door open. 'Mr Hale, huh, what are you doing here?'
Derek smiled as Melissa gripped Scott's shoulders and returned his smile.
'I told you I was meeting my girlfriend’s family.' Derek shrugged. Scott gaped at him.
'But I was the only one who didn't invite you for dinner!' He whined. Derek smiled and stepped inside the house as Scott muttered 'my life sucks.'
