Sorry guys, for taking so long to update.
Lots going on and well, the fact that I'm having major writers block with this story.

Anyways, this, I have no idea where I was going, or why it wrote the way it wrote.

So onward yeah?

Summary: Stiles figures out what Derek Law Nine is.

Derek Law number nine was more of a secret. It existed of course but no one in the pack knew what Law number nine was. Hell, Stiles didn't. Only Derek. And there was a reason because Derek Law number nine showed how much of a non-threatening Alpha Derek Hale really was. But Stiles, being bright and smart and well a genius to a tee (and now we're just redundant), he managed to figure out what law number nine was. Let's start from the beginning though, shall we.

It started with text messages. It was little text messages. The first one caused Stiles to fall down his stairs when he opened up the message. It was a Sunday morning and he could hear his dad pottering around downstairs. The brunette all but got up and threw on a shirt before making his way down the hall. Once he reached the stairs and before he could begin his descent his phone went off.

He was confused, cause it was Sunday and it was early and well, who would be texting him that early. No one. Curiosity got the better of him and he reached into his short pockets. His hands grasped around his cell phone. And this is where he almost fell down the stairs. He had to do a double take, because right there on his screen it said, "Morning Sty."

And the message was from Derek Hale. Derek-freaking brooding Alpha Wolf -Hale. A good morning message. Derek was sending him a good morning message.

Stiles did actually miss the first step but grasped the railing as he replied back, "Morning Der."

And seconds later he was getting another message. "I love you."

And yep, the sheriff was calling after his son because he nearly face planted himself when he finished his descent down the wooden steps.

From then on the messages were sent at random times. But were almost always the same.

"I love you."

"I miss you"

"Have a good day."

"I wish you were here."

"Careful at lacrosse practice."

Stiles replied back to them, of course and thought nothing of it, because he actually loved the little text messages and they did help him throughout his school day. So of course he wouldn't bring it up to the Alpha Wolf because he was sure if he did, the messages would stop. And he really didn't want them to stop. But then Derek was sending him lyrics, song lyrics.

"I've been thinking about you lately, maybe you can save me, from this crazy world, we live in and I know we could happen."

Stiles reply was and he decided to test the waters, as he replied back, "Der, babe…" and he let the message trail off.

"Yes?"

Stiles was now raising an eyebrow, okay, so, Derek was alright with the babe. So he pressed on, "We are happening right? Aren't we like already together?"

"I know, but the song reminded me of, you."

"Well okay then."

"I love you."

"I love you too Der."

Then well, Stiles was just at a loss for words because the messages of song lyrics became more, well, what's the word, they melted Stiles' heart. And Stiles felt a little unmanly at the fact that Derek had managed to make his heart melt but then again the man was being the romantic sap so he'd let it slide. But then the some of the song lyrics made Stiles blush and had the teen covering his kitchen counter with soda. Like right now, Stiles was eating a sandwich when his phone went off. He dropped the falling apart morsel and reached into his pocket. With his freehand he brought the can of coke to his mouth and was spitting it out, chocking a bit as he read the words, "I wanna what turns you on."

"WHAT?"

"So I can be all that and more."

"Derek?"

"I'd like to know what makes you cry."

"Why?"

"So I can be the one who always makes you smile."

So yeah, maybe it was time to confront Derek about these text messages. But well, just as he was about too something else came up. Derek started to leave him things in his room.

The first thing that Derek left was an Avengers poster which was currently best friends with Stiles' Batman: The Dark Knight poster. Then a Spiderman Poster was left the next day. And then Transformers the day after. And Stiles was sure that he'd run out of wall space.

Then Stiles started getting shirts. The Captain America shirt was first. Then the Flash. Then Green Lantern. A Batman Shirt. Not that Stiles was complaining or anything and he wasn't going to because he loved all of them. Another reason why he loved them was because they smelt like Derek.

Thing is, in between the leaving things in Stiles' room, Derek still continued to send him text messages. So Stiles was getting presents so to speak and text messages. The last thing that made Stiles go insane was that Derek had left him a copy of the Camaro CD. The CD that Stiles wasn't allowed to touch. Of course there were more songs on said CD, and the said songs were the songs that Derek had texted to him. But he wasn't to, well flustered about the CD because he was in his room when it happened. "Derek?"

"Oh hey," Derek breathed.

"What are you doing?"

Derek licked at his lips, "Well, nothing really."

Stiles raised an eyebrow, "Whatcha got there?"

"Well…a CD I made for you."

"Oh yeah."

Derek nodded, "Yeah, I it's the CD that it's in my car, you know the one that you aren't allowed to listen too."

Stiles raised an eyebrow, "And.."

"I made you a copy but I added more songs."

"Are you on something?" Stiles blurted out.

Derek frowned, "No!" he barked.

"You sure because it seems like you are?"

"Not!" Derek growled, eyes flashing red.

"Oh, well, I spoke to soon," Stiles joked, "there's that threatening side of yours."

"Just, here's the CD and I'm going to go."

"No stay," Stiles called out as he crossed the room, "stay and listen to it with me, please?"

Derek answered by closing in on the teen's personal place pulling Stiles into a kiss. "Kay," he mumbled when they pulled away.

Then, in between the texts and the shirts Stiles began getting notes. Little notes. Notes on the windshield of his car when he got into his jeep for school.

"Have a good day."

Several days later, there was another note. "Good luck on your test."

Then another. "No Adderall today. Please?"

In the mail addressed to him when he got home from school.

"You eat like a child, but it's adorable."

One day after lacrosse practice. "Want me to kill Jackson for tackling you to the ground? Cause I can."

When he had gotten a new hoodie and decided to test it out. "You looked exceptionally swoon worthy when you wear red."

"I love you."

That, well Stiles decided had to be the icing on the cake. The last straw. Because now he was utterly confused. And these, what's the word, these events had been going on for months now. So the teen decided, no school today as he pocketed the note card that said, "I love you" on it. Stiles made his way towards Derek's apartment and threw his jeep into park, jumped out of his car and made his way towards his mate's room. He didn't even get a chance to knock because Derek was opening the door and pulling him in, "Are you okay?" Derek asked, tone holding a hint of worriedness.

"Yes," Stiles breathed.

"Don't you have school?" Derek asked with a confused frown.

Stiles nodded, "Yes, but I can't, I'm so damn confused Derek."

"About what?"

"First you're sending me text messages and then you're leaving me stuff and now you're leaving me, love notes!"

"Want me to stop?"

"NO!" Stiles blurted out, "I don't, I love them actually, all of them, they actually put a smile on my face and help me through my day because it's as if you're there but you aren't."

"Good," Derek breathed.

"Can I ask why?" Stiles breathed, "why all of a sudden you've, I don't know, you've turned into a…"

"Not a sap," Derek growled.

"I wasn't going to say that I was going too…"

Derek's eyes flashed red, "Nor am I a hopeless romantic."

"Seriously!" Stiles yelled, voice cracking a bit, "then what's with…"

This is where Stiles figured it out. And Derek could see gears turning in the teen's head. "This is Derek Law nine huh?"

"No," Derek growled.

The brunette grinned, "It is!"

Derek groaned, "Fine," he caved, "it is."

"What is? Derek Law number nine, Derek's allowed to act like a sap?" Stiles tried.

"Oh no absolutely not!" Derek barked, "not a sap."

"I got evidence that begs to differ," Stiles grinned.

"I'm still an Alpha."

Stiles nodded, "Yes you are, big and scary with a side of hopeless romantic." The teen's eyes brightened, "Oh maybe that's it! Derek's allowed to act like a hopeless romantic?"

"NO!"

"I can be here all day Derek."

Derek growled as he shoved his mate against the door, eyes flashing red, "You can't find out."

"Well why not?"

"Because," Derek breathed, "it, well, it's a bit out of character for me."

"So is number eight and look number two!"

Derek whined. "Come on Der," Stiles whispered gently, "this is me you're talking too."

"I love you," Derek whispered.

Stiles smiled, "I know you do."

"And well, it's just, my wolf, sometimes, it wants to, roll over for you."

Stiles eyes widened. "And my human side, is tied to my wolf and I can't help but want that to happen."

Stiles opened his mouth to respond but Derek continued on, "And well, we both want you to be happy and I feel like I don't say or show my feelings towards you often.

"You do Derek," Stiles breathed, "I know you love me so you really don't have to get these things for me, I know you love me Derek."

"I know, but it's a different way for me to show you, to show you that I really do care about you and that I can, well provide for you."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "You are a sap," he grinned when Derek growled, "But you are my sap of a werewolf."

Derek nodded in agreement. "Yes," he grumbled, "mine."

"So," Stiles pressed, "what's good ole Derek law Number nine anyways."

"You were right," Derek mumbled, "It's okay to be a hopeless romantic."

Stiles laughed, "Weirdo."

"Besides," Derek hummed as he brought Stiles into a tight hug, "it's just something that I want kept secret, I don't know, between you and me, our thing, you know?"

"Oh so it's not because of the image."

"Oh yes, well that too," Derek mumbled

Stiles laughed, "I think I get you."

"Yeah?"

"Kind of like how you're only allowed to call me Sty?"

Derek nodded, "Yes, kind of like that, our thing, my thing."

"Oh I think I get it."

"Good."

Stiles grinned, "I knew you were a hopeless romantic."

Derek huffed. "You're just using a Derek Law to hide behind it," Stiles said with a smile.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Derek growled as he turned Stiles around and began guiding him to his bedroom, "Oh I will," he mumbled as he mouthed at Stiles' neck.

Stiles moaned as he reached up to grip at Derek's hair pulling him in for a kiss, "Good," he breathed.

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