Hi!

Thank you for participating in the poll. Most of you voted for Peter - he gained 75% of the votes total! Next was Isaac with 12%, then Boyd and Jackson with 4%. After them, with 3% was Lydia. Scott managed to gather 1%. Erica and Allison didn't get a single vote. Did you had right? You'll see :)

So, there's the last chapter of this fic. Thank you all for your comments :) Enjoy!

Peter

It was Thursday and Stiles was nervous. No one from the pack approached him to demand his presence in one place or another. Nothing appeared or happened, that hinted at the dating attempts.

By the end of the day he was a nervous wreck.

"Oh my God, Derek," the teen ranted, pacing around his living room. Derek lounged on the couch, reading. "They're planning something horrible. Nothing happened since the party. Zip. Nada. Erica is going to kill us with her new idea, if she's taking this long to prepare it."

"It's Peter's turn," Derek replied calmly, not even looking up from his book.

"Peter's?" Stiles stopped. "When did Peter get involved? Why?"

The Alpha shrugged, "He asked about it after Scott's turn and joined them after Allison's. I'm not sure. I think he's in just for kicks."

"He would," Stiles sighed.

"Do your homework now or we're going to be late."

The boy pouted at the werewolf, whom was still engrossed in his lecture. He huffed and planted himself in Derek's lap, pulling the book away from him. Derek glared.

"Pay attention to me," Stiles pouted again.

"Homework," the Alpha repeated, although his eyes strayed to boy's lips.

"But," the teenager whined, leaning in for a kiss, "this is so much better, than homework."

Derek hummed in agreement, deepening the kiss.

"Oh, my God!" the Sheriff groaned as soon as he walked inside his house. "Again?!"

It has been a week. A week and nothing happened. The pack was waiting anxiously for Peter to make his move. But the pack meeting came and still nothing.

Peter lounged on the side, not really interested with the happenings. The rest of the teenagers created a semi circle, with Derek at the head. They sat more or less in pairs as usual. And Stiles sat near Derek as usual. And they squabbled as usual, throwing more and more innuendos at each other. The others were rolling their eyes in exasperation or just glaring at the oblivious pair.

Peter's amusement grew the longer the scene played out.

However when Stiles threw at Derek 'Aww, you know you love me' the pack started to look like they wanted to bash their heads together or just to tear them to pieces.

Peter laughed, "Good God, just kiss already."

The pack froze in shock at his words. Their jaws dropped in disbelief however at what happened next. Stiles grinned widely and Derek rolled his eyes. Those were the exact words that got them together months ago. The boy moved from his seat and plopped himself into Alpha's lap, the werewolf pulling him even closer. Then they proceed to kiss each other senseless.

"But- Wha-" Scott stuttered. "Wait. What?"

The other members of the pack made various noises of disbelief and confusion.

Stiles pulled away and turned sideways, putting his head on Derek's shoulder, panting a bit. He had to clear his throat a few times, before he could talk in a steady voice, "So, before we finish the meeting we have an announcement."

The pack sat silent, not knowing what to say.

"Erica," Stiles continued and straightened a sheet of paper he pulled from his pocket. "I don't know why you thought, that bringing your Alpha - who has better senses than you, by the way; I mean a lot better than you think – to the noisy bar, stuffed with all those people and smells. And forcing me into that awful clothes. He was so overwhelmed, he could barely pay any attention to me anyway."

Erica frowned.

"Thanks for trying though," the Alpha acknowledged.

"Wait!" Isaac yelped, while the others started to murmur. "You knew?!"

Derek growled warningly for them to shut up.

"Scott," Stiles looked at his best friend. "That the bowling worked for you and Allison, doesn't mean it will work for me and Derek. As a team building exercise though? Brilliant."

"Stiles is not allowed to play without protection gear, though," the Alpha rumbled ignoring the indignant gasp from his boyfriend. "Is that understood?"

They nodded. Stiles threw Derek a dirty glare. Derek stared back unimpressed. Stiles huffed.

"Anyway," the boy glanced at the paper in his hand. "Allison. I don't appreciate being kidnapped. It gave me nightmares for a while. And your romantic idea of the knight in shining armor rescuing a damsel in distress was shot to hell with that pepper spray. The cookies were good though."

"I'm sorry," the huntress said quietly, but sincerely.

"You are forgiven," Derek said.

"Boyd," Stiles looked at the teen in question. "We tried to rescue your idea, but my dad and Scott's mom wanted to go, too. I had a lot of fun with your cousins. At least until my dad showed up. Then it got a bit dull, since the guy here," the boy poked Derek in the chest. The werewolf swatted his hand away, "decided to chat with Melissa than pay any attention to me. Thank you, though. Your idea helped bringing my dad and Melissa together."

Boyd inclined his head in acknowledgement.

"If you ever think about going to the ice rink," Derek added, "the rules about protection gear for Stiles apply there too."

"Isaac, my man!" Stiles cried happily, totally ignoring the Alpha. "If it weren't for the Italian food and rain it would be a perfect date. Thanks."

Isaac blushed, shifting shyly and murmured, "You're welcome."

"Jackson, you sneaky bastard," Stiles looked at the former kanima. "That was very cunning and interesting plan. I'm sorry my bladder ruined it. By the way, did someone took a picture of his face? It had to be priceless."

They shook his their heads.

"Oh, well," the boy sighed in disappointment. "Lydia, the closet? Really? I expected better of you."

"It was that or get you drunk or drugged," Lydia replied in disdain.

Stiles mouth dropped a little in shock, eyes wide, "You wouldn't!"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she droned uninterestingly.

They stared at her in horror.

"Yes, I'm joking," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "I thought that even if this didn't work, it would at last get you guys to think about 'what if'."

"Smart," Stiles nodded.

"So," Erica drawled. "whose idea brought you together? Or is this," she waved at the pair, "just for show?"

"Shush!" Isaac cut in. "He didn't say anything about Peter's idea yet."

"It's not for show," Stiles grinned. "And Peter doesn't need any comment, since he knows his idea worked perfectly fine four months ago."

There was a moment of silence before his words sunk in. Then all of them started talking at once, demanding answers.

In the end Peter won.