I stop at the lights and turn up my radio, hearing you spin my right 'round by Dead or Alive start playing.

"You spin me right round, baby right round." I sing along, tapping my steering wheel. "All I know is that to me you look like your lots of fun, open up your lovin' arms. Watch out here I come." I sing getting into it.

I hear a chuckle, I jump slightly and turn to look at the car next to me. "No, what are you doing here?.... wait!" I say driving after them as the light turns green. "Derek pull over!" I yell after him.

He pulls over and gets out of his really nice car. 'Better than this company-issued car. Who says the FBI is rich.' I think getting out of my car.

"What are you doing here? Is Beacon Hills in trouble? How did you find me?" I ask.

He chuckles. "Calm down, Stiles. Beacon Hills is fine. Boring but fine, as far as I know. Haven't been there in months. I live in town, didn't even know you were here." He says leaning on his car.

"Oh, well..." I stammer. "So you in town for business or?" He asks. "Ah, actually I'm stationed here. I live in town too, not that I'm here most of the time." I say as he nods.

"Well, good to know. I'm here for work too. I'm a mechanic. One of those emergency and home services. Got a workshop in my garage but I prefer to go to the customers. Just came from a job." He says.

I laugh. "Right! That explains why there's not a spec of grease on you. You know you're not meant to take your clothes off? I bet you film it too, right? Come on there's no way you were actually working on a car." I joke.

"I'm not a porn star, Stiles. Look!" He says walking to the back of his car opening the trunk and pointing to a crate with grease-covered coveralls. "I wear that. I'm not gonna get my car dirty."

I see a toolbox, car parts and manuals specifically for old Jeeps. I point to them. "Ah yeah, I specialise in Jeeps, you'd be surprised how much work I get from Jeeps alone."

I gasp. "You mean you could have fixed my Jeep at any point?" He shrugs. "I offered, and you denied my help. But after you left the Jeep to Scott, I fixed it for him. Can't have him die in that death trap."

I go to retort but my phone rings. "Ah, shit!" I say and answer my phone. "Hey boss, yep, yep on my way. 5 minutes promise. Yeah, no an annoying guy cause me to stop. I'll be there." I hang up the phone. "I have to.. yeah." I say pointing to my car.

"Here take a card." Derek says getting a business card out of his wallet. "But I don't have a Jeep." I say confused.

"I'm a fully qualified mechanic, idiot. Plus if you need to reach me during the day, I'm more likely to respond to my business number." He says putting it in my shirt pocket.

I nod and hop in my car. I wave before speeding off.

~

"Hey, hey Stiles. You're late!" My coworker, Jim teases. He's the closest thing to a friend I have here, we did training together. "Yep, I know." I say putting my stuff on my desk.

"Oh, has it got something to do with this?" He says grabbing the card from my pocket. "Derek Hale? Isn't that the guy you risked getting kicked out for?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, he's a friend. He moved here recently and started a business." I say messing with some notes, I look up and see some writing on the back of the card. A number, 'Derek's personal one!' and 'call me' with a heart.

I blush, grab the card and put it back in my pocket. He looks at me with a smirk. "You sure he's a friend? You wouldn't risk your career for just a friend! Perhaps he's more to you, hmm?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever let's get to work." I say walking off.

~

I get home, with a thump on my bed. I sigh. The business card falls on my face. I sit up looking at it again. I send him a picture of it.

《What's this?》

《[Attached picture]》

[Oh that wasn't for you]

《Gee thanks. I wouldn't have guessed》

[I was gonna give it to this girl at a job, I thought was single, until her boyfriend showed up.]

《Maybe next time check which card you give out. You're lucky none of my coworkers saw.》

[What, embarrassed to get someone's number?]

《No, I just didn't want people to think I was late because I was flirting》

[So it's not because I'm a guy?]

I blush. "Please! You don't even know. If that was the problem I wouldn't be out at the bars on the weekend." I say out loud laying back down.

[Stiles?]

[Hey it's ok if it is]

[Or even if it's not. It's fine]

[I'm sorry I should have thrown it out]

I read the texts and sighed.

《It's fine. Just there's this guy who would bug me with questions. My coworkers are snoops》

《Look I have to cook dinner, see ya》

[Don't burn down the building]

《Ha ha》

~

I lay down to sleep. I close my eyes under the covers.

*ding*

[I hope your dinner was good]

I sigh putting my phone down. "Why did he have to follow here?"

~

I'm in a briefing. "Could you zoom in?" I ask looking at our suspected murder weapon. "It looks kinda familiar. Ah! It's from a Jeep, I think. Not sure exactly what it is." I say losing confidence.

"Ok, does anyone know what it is?" The boss asks. I look around, no one is saying anything. "Uh, well, I think I know who might but they're not a fed or even law enforcement." I say. "But, they're not squeamish. And they won't say anything." The boss nods.

I send a text to Derek's work phone.

《Hey, it's Stiles. I need some car help. Well, kind of it involves a case. Are you busy? Talk on a private number?》

Derek texts me on his private number.

[What's up?]

《We have a suspected murder weapon here. I think it's from a Jeep. Definitely from a car at least》

《[Attached picture]》

[Yep, definitely from a Jeep. Let me check specifics]

"He says it's definitely from a Jeep. He's just checking what one." I say to the room. Before we continue searching the clues.

5 minutes later I get a notification.

[A Cherokee, probably from the early 2000s. The part is the exhaust manifold]

《Thank you 😊》

I relay the information. Returning to my work, putting my phone down on the table.

"Ooh, I don't know you were dating someone. Oh, is it that Derek guy?" Jim asks.

"What?" I ask slightly blushing. He holds up my phone. "Someone called Sourwolf texted you." I grab my phone.

[You're welcome 😉]

I sigh. "It's rude to read other people's text."

~

I'm walking through the supermarket, trying to find something for dinner. Softly singing along to the song playing in my headphones, personal by The Vamps.

"You know how much I love it when you call me out. You see it in my eyes, the way they follow you around. 'Cause yeah, I like the way you dance. You know I do, yeah I do. 'Cause that's just you." I pick up a sauce mix, looking at the ingredients.

"I'm sick and tired of being friends. I'm sick and tired of being there. And I know if I never try, I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired." I sigh, placing it in my basket, before someone takes it out.

"Hey!" I say taking my headphones off. I look up and Derek is placing it back on the shelf. "You know it's bad manners to wear headphones in a public place."

"That's my dinner!" I say grabbing the packet. "Nope, I'm cooking for you tonight." He says holding up his basket.

"I can cook for myself, you know that right? Someone had to. Dad is shit at cooking." I say.

"Makes sense, but you're having a proper meal tonight. But I guess you could help." He says dragging me to the self-checkout.

"Fine. I'm too tired to fight it." I say following.

He pays and then I follow him to his house.

"Huh, you have an actual house. I thought you were claustrophobic. So no more abandoned warehouse?" I say stepping out of my car.

"Ha ha, very funny. I can have a normal house if I like. Come on in." He says walking in and to the kitchen.

I follow him slowly. He places the bags on the counter, grabs vegetables out and places them on the chopping board he grabbed. He grabs a knife and pushes them towards me. "Here, cut these up. I'll do the meat."

"Ah, ok." I say beginning to chop. We work in silence before I remember something. "Hey, uh. Could you not send wink emojis when you know I'm at work? Someone actually saw that."

"What? Your coworkers don't know you're Bi?" He asks smirking but not bothering to look up.

"What? Why would you think that?" I ask. He looks up. "Stiles, I've known you since you were 16. It's not that hard to tell when you have a thing for someone." He says looking me in the eyes.

I blush and focus on the vegetables. "So you know about...?"

"About your crush on me? Oh yeah. Since the day I found you and Scott on my private property." I blush harder. "I told you the other night it's fine. I mean, you were an annoying little twerp, back then but hey now you're just an annoying little FBI agent." He laughs.

"I'm not little!" I rebut. "Sure, whatever. Look I found it adorable. Probably what kept me from killing you at the start. Kidding. But it is probably why I put up with you." He explains turning back to the meat he was cutting up before turning to the stove, and grabbing a pan.

"Wait, so you liked that I had a crush on you? Like to boost your ego or something?" I look up at the back of his head.

He turns around. "No, I wished you didn't. What would people say if they thought the creepy 20-year-old orphan was leading on the town's favourite dorky 16-year-old? I was so scared that people would think we were "too close"." He says with finger quotations.

I open my mouth to speak but pause to think. Derek continues before I could speak. "So, I tried to distance myself, only helping if I needed to. But you kept trying to get close to me. Now we're both adults so it's fine, back then not so much." He turns back to the pan.

"Wait, but you were fine with being seen with Scott." I say. "Yeah because he didn't have a crush on me. And because he is a werewolf."

"So you were embarrassed to be around me because you thought people would think we were together?" I ask walking to the stove and putting the cutting board next to him.

He pauses and thinks. "Yeah, I guess." "But you were so rude to me." I say. "What, no, ok maybe but I also was the most lenient with you." He says turning to me.

"I let you slide with so much. Especially when you were being a little shit. Remember when you were trying to get your gay friend to do something so you made me try on your shirts, I was your cousin Miguel or whatever. I would never have let anyone make me do that." He sighs. "But you're Stiles, so you could do whatever you wanted." He turns back to the food, putting the vegetables into the pan.

"Oh!" I whisper in thought. "But we're both adults now." I repeat to myself, blushing. I lean on the counter, staring into space, thinking.

Suddenly something comes into my view and I feel an arm on the counter, on either side of my hips. I look up. "Are you ok?" Derek says looking down at me. I nod slowly. "Dinner's ready." He says softly nodding his head to the already-plated food.

I clear my throat and stand up straight but Derek doesn't move. "Are you sure you're OK?" He asks again. "You, you liked me back. But couldn't do anything because of our ages. Right?" I ask still trying to figure stuff out.

He hums and bends down slightly to my height. "I guess. I mean I just thought your crush was endearing at first. But maybe in your senior year, I started to see you differently. Or at least I finally realised. Especially when you were doing your internship. But we don't have to worry about that anymore." He says looking into my eyes.

I clear my throat again beginning to be overwhelmed by the warmth from all this blushing. "Yeah..." I whisper getting lost in his eyes.

"Stiles?" He whispers coming closer. I hum in acknowledgement not breaking eye contact. He tilts my chin gently before closing the gap. He slowly stands straighter as I wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes.

He pushes me against the counter so I hop onto it. He deepens the kiss, hands moving to my hips.

We pull apart breathlessly. "Come on. The food is getting cold." He says as he walks away, grabbing the plates and sitting on his couch. I stare at him before my brain catches up. I rush to follow him, sitting next to him smiling.

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I just realised I've never written a Sterek story. Isn't it like a right of passage for a fanfiction writer to write a Sterek fic?

Anyway, this is long and has pacing issues but it's cute, maybe?

Love you all

Drew X