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tamingthemuseTitle: sparks fly [1/2]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 417 – fireworks
Warnings: None. Future fic. Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~740
Summary: Stiles is the only one to return to Beacon Hills for summer break. He intends to spend the holiday of the Fourth alone, but a call from Derek changes his plans.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
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Stiles closes up the little book shop at five, per Mrs. Hobson's instruction. Because it's a holiday – the Fourth of July – she's letting him leave three whole hours early. He's spent every summer home from college stocking shelves and working the register at Beacon Hills' only book store, but this is the first year where he's the only one that's come back. Scott and Kira have become actual adults with legit jobs and an apartment in San Francisco, where Liam is also going to school, while Lydia's doing a summer internship at the Langley Research Center for NASA on the other side of the country. Isaac came back briefly after they graduated high school, but relocated to Los Angeles, but he still keeps in touch – usually with Scott, but Stiles knows he's called Derek a couple of times, too. Malia's living with a were-coyote pack somewhere in Arizona last he knew.
So Stiles is getting off work three hours early to go home to an empty house because his dad's working the overnight. Any holiday that puts people in close proximity with alcohol and things that explode is a situation that requires all possible hands on deck at the Sheriff's Office. Which is where Derek's likely to be as well.
Except, an hour later as Stiles is reheating last night's Chinese leftovers, his phone rings a tune that's familiar even if he hasn't heard it in months. He hesitates so long in answering that the chorus to “Walking on Sunshine” repeats. Yeah, he should probably change that to something a little less mocking and annoying.
“Hello?” Stiles says, pressing the phone to his ear as he drops into a chair at the table.
“Hey. It's Derek.”
Stiles smirks. “I know. What's up?”
“Nothing, really.” He pauses. “Are you doing anything later?”
“Later, like, when?”
“A couple hours from now.”
“Uh, nope. I'm free. Why? Aren't you patrolling with Dad?”
“He gave me the night off.”
“That was awfully nice of him.”
“Yeah. It was. So...”
“Oh! Yeah. Yes, I'm free. What's going on?”
“Just be ready at eight.”
“Uh, Derek?”
“I'll see you soon.”
“Derek? Derek.” But Derek doesn't answer because the line's dead. Stiles can't believe Derek hung up on him. And what the heck are they doing later? Did Derek just ask him out on a date? Because it kind of sounds like Derek just asked him out. Stiles slouches down in his seat. “What? No.”
He scarfs down the last of the chicken fried rice and goes upstairs to shower and change before Derek arrives. He wants to look presentable in case this actually is a date. Which it probably isn't. But could be.
Stiles is ready and waiting, pacing the the front hall, when he hears Derek's truck pull into the driveway. Well. Here goes nothing.
He climbs into the passenger's seat of the truck and turns to Derek. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Derek says. “How was work?”
They look at each other, the moment somewhat awkward in the casual way Derek asks the question. They've only spoken twice so far this summer, seen each other a handful of times. “Slow,” Stiles tells him. “Got about halfway through that new Patterson book.”
Derek nods, slinging an arm around the back of Stiles' seat to look behind him as he backs out of the driveway.
They drive is silence for a while, heading towards the preserve, before Stiles speaks again. “So, uh, where are we going?”
“Up to the preserve,” Derek tells the windshield.
“Yeah. I kind of figured. Why?”
“To watch the fireworks from the bluff.”
Well, that's not quite what Stiles was expecting. “Oh. That's cool.”
“Yeah. It's the best view in town.”
“I bet.”
“My family – we used to watch them there when I was kid.” Derek finally glances over at him. “I haven't seen them in years.”
This suddenly seems like a much bigger deal than it had before. It was one kind of intimidating if it was a maybe-date. But now Derek's sharing something with him that he hasn't done since before his family died. This is important. He reaches over and loosely grabs hold of Derek's wrist. “Thanks. For inviting me. I haven't watched them in a while, either.”
Derek smiles. “You're welcome.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 417 – fireworks
Warnings: None. Future fic. Derek/Stiles pre-slash.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~740
Summary: Stiles is the only one to return to Beacon Hills for summer break. He intends to spend the holiday of the Fourth alone, but a call from Derek changes his plans.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
Stiles closes up the little book shop at five, per Mrs. Hobson's instruction. Because it's a holiday – the Fourth of July – she's letting him leave three whole hours early. He's spent every summer home from college stocking shelves and working the register at Beacon Hills' only book store, but this is the first year where he's the only one that's come back. Scott and Kira have become actual adults with legit jobs and an apartment in San Francisco, where Liam is also going to school, while Lydia's doing a summer internship at the Langley Research Center for NASA on the other side of the country. Isaac came back briefly after they graduated high school, but relocated to Los Angeles, but he still keeps in touch – usually with Scott, but Stiles knows he's called Derek a couple of times, too. Malia's living with a were-coyote pack somewhere in Arizona last he knew.
So Stiles is getting off work three hours early to go home to an empty house because his dad's working the overnight. Any holiday that puts people in close proximity with alcohol and things that explode is a situation that requires all possible hands on deck at the Sheriff's Office. Which is where Derek's likely to be as well.
Except, an hour later as Stiles is reheating last night's Chinese leftovers, his phone rings a tune that's familiar even if he hasn't heard it in months. He hesitates so long in answering that the chorus to “Walking on Sunshine” repeats. Yeah, he should probably change that to something a little less mocking and annoying.
“Hello?” Stiles says, pressing the phone to his ear as he drops into a chair at the table.
“Hey. It's Derek.”
Stiles smirks. “I know. What's up?”
“Nothing, really.” He pauses. “Are you doing anything later?”
“Later, like, when?”
“A couple hours from now.”
“Uh, nope. I'm free. Why? Aren't you patrolling with Dad?”
“He gave me the night off.”
“That was awfully nice of him.”
“Yeah. It was. So...”
“Oh! Yeah. Yes, I'm free. What's going on?”
“Just be ready at eight.”
“Uh, Derek?”
“I'll see you soon.”
“Derek? Derek.” But Derek doesn't answer because the line's dead. Stiles can't believe Derek hung up on him. And what the heck are they doing later? Did Derek just ask him out on a date? Because it kind of sounds like Derek just asked him out. Stiles slouches down in his seat. “What? No.”
He scarfs down the last of the chicken fried rice and goes upstairs to shower and change before Derek arrives. He wants to look presentable in case this actually is a date. Which it probably isn't. But could be.
Stiles is ready and waiting, pacing the the front hall, when he hears Derek's truck pull into the driveway. Well. Here goes nothing.
He climbs into the passenger's seat of the truck and turns to Derek. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Derek says. “How was work?”
They look at each other, the moment somewhat awkward in the casual way Derek asks the question. They've only spoken twice so far this summer, seen each other a handful of times. “Slow,” Stiles tells him. “Got about halfway through that new Patterson book.”
Derek nods, slinging an arm around the back of Stiles' seat to look behind him as he backs out of the driveway.
They drive is silence for a while, heading towards the preserve, before Stiles speaks again. “So, uh, where are we going?”
“Up to the preserve,” Derek tells the windshield.
“Yeah. I kind of figured. Why?”
“To watch the fireworks from the bluff.”
Well, that's not quite what Stiles was expecting. “Oh. That's cool.”
“Yeah. It's the best view in town.”
“I bet.”
“My family – we used to watch them there when I was kid.” Derek finally glances over at him. “I haven't seen them in years.”
This suddenly seems like a much bigger deal than it had before. It was one kind of intimidating if it was a maybe-date. But now Derek's sharing something with him that he hasn't done since before his family died. This is important. He reaches over and loosely grabs hold of Derek's wrist. “Thanks. For inviting me. I haven't watched them in a while, either.”
Derek smiles. “You're welcome.”
