I was sitting down one day watching my daily dose of TV shows with this suddenly came to me. So I wrote it out and here is the result. Summary: Stiles looked into the camera, grinning he said, "
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters
"Hey, Genim Stiles Stilinski here and this is day one of the Stilinski and Hale road trip."
Derek rolled his eyes and looked over at Stiles who was seated in the passenger seat. The teen was holding a small video camera in his hand and was pointing it towards him as he spoke into the camera lens. "Really Stiles," Derek said.
Stiles frowned, "Man Derek, you messed it up!"
Derek rolled his eyes, "Man, my co-pilot is a child."
Stiles huffed, eyes focused into the camera lens, "And the captain is a sour wolf!"
The lycan gripped at the steering wheel, "I will turn this car around."
"You won't because we're already like what two hours out and if you turn it around it will be counterproductive and it's a waste of gas, besides you know you don't want too."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't need to be a werewolf Derek to know that you are lying."
"Fine, just, god what's with the damn camera?"
Stiles grinned, "It's part of the road trip experience."
"Oh, so narrating it, that too?"
Stiles nodded, "Yep, well, um, no I, well hmm."
Derek glanced over at the teen, his eyes shifted to the camera that was gripped in between Stiles' hands. He grinned when he noticed that the camera was still recording, the red light blinking on and off. "Stiles," Derek said, "point the camera here will you?"
Stiles raised an eye brow but turned it towards Derek. Derek looked into the camera lens and with a grin said, "Not only is my co-pilot a child be he is also an idiot because it's still recording."
"Really! Oh shit!"
Derek laughed as Stiles fumbled with the camera, "What's your reply to that?"
Stiles turned the camera towards him, eyes glaring into the lens he said, "I am not idiot."
"I'm starting to like the camera idea."
The teen huffed and muttered a shut up as he turned the camera off and placed it back in his backpack that lay at his feet. It had been a year since the whole Peter Wolf incident in Beacon Hills. A year of ups and downs as Derek fought to control the inner wolf that ran through his veins and had succeed, with an occasional slip up here and there. A year since the Hale and Argent's made a pack agreement. One year and his pack, although small, they were strong even though two were humans and one was a half breed. Things were going good, well apart from the fact that Stiles was starting to feel left out.
The hyper active- Derek liked to label it ADHD- teen refused to be turned, he said he liked being human. Even though Stiles was lying Derek respected the brunette's answer, and besides Stiles was a big help and was very important to the pack. His childish antics-although stupid at times- did add a good atmosphere and released tension from time to time. Regardless if the teen was human or a werewolf Derek was lucky to have him in the pack. And he would never admit it to Stiles, he would never turn him anyways, Stiles was better off staying human, it's what made him unique. Which is why they were going on a road trip, Derek was hoping to change the teen's mind, turns out Stiles was having second thoughts.
The lycan took a quick glance at Stiles whose head was leaned against the window, his eyes drifting shut. Derek let out a sigh, his brain recalling the question Stiles had asked him hours ago.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled out as he approached the burnt Hale house, "Derek! I know you're here!"
Derek revealed himself, opening the front door with a loud creak "What is it Stiles?"
Stiles breathed deeply, "I want you to turn me."
Derek frowned, ears perked up as he listened to the teen's heartbeat. Nothing. No increase or stutter, Stiles was telling the truth. "My werewolf abilities must be off, because I heard you wrong, on both accounts," Derek growled out.
Stiles shook his head, determination flowing through his veins, "No you heard right, I'm telling the truth, I want you to turn me."
Derek frowned, "Why?"
Stiles sighed, "I feel so damn useless. Derek, you guys say I'm important but I don't feel like it sometimes."
"You are important to this pack Stiles."
Stiles shook his head, "But I want to contribute more."
"I'm not turning you."
"Fine I'll ask Scott."
Derek's eyes flashed red, "You won't and it doesn't matter, he won't turn you, and neither well Jackson or Danny so don't bother."
Stiles crossed his arms. "What makes you say that!"
Derek growled, "Because I won't allow it and they won't do it, I know them and I'm not risking it."
Stiles sighed as he hung his head, "I just want to feel important, needed, like I'm, I'm contributing more to the pack."
Derek shut his eyes tight as he calmed himself down. He opened them slowly as he eyed the teen. He looked pathetic, as awful as the word sounds, that's what he looked like. Upon further inspection Derek noticed that Stiles was a wreck. It looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep and had been tossing the idea around in his head for hours. There was only one thing to do. "Stiles, go home and pack some clothes."
Stiles frowned in confusion, "Why?"
"We're going on a road trip."
"Hey Derek," Stiles whispered.
"Yeah?"
Stiles shifted in his seat as he got into a comfy position, "When you start getting tired can I drive?"
"I'll think about it."
The teen cracked an eye open, his face sporting a grin, "That means yes right?"
"It means I'll think about it."
"What about turning me?"
Derek frowned, he was hoping Stiles forgot but then again the teen was stubborn and resilient. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, he loved Kenzie –his Camaro- and having someone else behind the wheel as an absolute no-no, except that one time Scott was driving because he was wanted for murder but be damned if he had to turn Stiles. And if allowing Stiles to drive was going to derail the teen then he'd do it, even though it went against every fiber in his body. "Alright, I'll let you drive the Camaro."
Stiles sat up, "Really!" he cried out, a grin spread across his face and glowing in his eyes.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Yes Stiles, really."
The brunette reached over into his bag and pulled out his camera. "Are you willing to say that into my camera?" he asked.
Derek laughed, "What!"
"Are you willing to say that into my camera?"
"Why?"
Stiles grinned, "Proof."
Derek didn't have time to answer and he really didn't have a choice because Stiles was already turning the device on and facing the lens towards himself. "Hey guys, Stiles here again," the teen said.
Derek muttered, "Really." He threw his eyes to the heavens "Man the things I do for this pack, for this kid."
"So Stiles here, still in the Camaro, still on this road trip with Derek Hale, Alpha."
Stiles turned the camera towards Derek, a grin on his face he said, "Say hi Derek."
Derek didn't budge.
Stiles frowned. "Derek, say hi."
"No."
Stiles turned the camera back towards him. "We are experiencing minor difficulties as-" Stiles stopped mid-sentence.
Derek pulled the Camaro to the side of the road with a quick jerk and a screech of tires. The lycan quickly put his car in park and shut of the engine. And the next events happened in a blur. Derek unbuckled his seat belt and reached over to try and relinquish the camera from Stiles' grasps.
The teen pulled his hand away when he noticed what was happening. "Derek, what the hell?"
"Give me the camera Stiles!"
There was a loud click as Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and tried to squirm away. "Oh hey Derek that's my-!"
Derek was now straddling Stiles waist, "Jeez will you stop moving!"
Stiles glared "No!"
"You're acting like a child!"
"Says you!"
Derek growled as his hand reached around to the side of Stiles' seat till he found the leaver the rested there. He pulled up and Stiles let out a yelp as he felt the back of the chair fall and one thing popped in is head-alert alert grab onto something- as he felt himself fall back. A hand reached up to grip hold of Derek's jacket, his other hand still holding the camera tight with his right hand. "Stiles let go of my jacket!"
The teen let out a loud groan "I'll let go when you get off me!"
"I'll get off when you let-"
The Alpha was now pinning Stiles down to the passenger seat had looked down at Stiles with a frown. The teen was laughing. The camera was now pointed in the lycan's face. Stiles grinned, "I'm sorry I didn't quite get that due to the shuffling but can you repeat what you said, into the camera this time?"
Derek growled, his eyes flashing red, "Stiles give me the camera."
"That's not what you said!"
"Oh for the love of god!"
Stiles' finger reached up and zoomed in Derek's face, Stiles looking through the lenses grinned as Derek's face came into focus. "So guys, Stiles here with Derek Hale who is currently pinning me to the passenger seat."
"Stiles," Derek warned.
"Say hi Derek."
Derek glared into the camera, "Hi," he huffed out.
Stiles frowned, "Can you say it without your eyes glowing because it'll cause a glare?"
The lycan sighed, he silently cursed at the teen but he willed his wolf counterpart to diminish. It looked like he wasn't going to win this battle and if anything it was causing a distraction which is what he wanted. Despite the fact that it was a distraction, it was still annoying. Derek's eyes flashed back to normal, he leaned back and looked into the camera, "Hi," he said.
"See, now wasn't that hard," Stiles said.
Derek rolled his eyes, he reached a hand out, "Give me the camera."
"You have to promise to give it back."
"I will, just give me the damn camera."
Stiles reluctantly handed the camera over, Derek took a hold of it, still keeping it focused on himself he said, "Hi guys Derek Hale here, just thought I'd let you know that I won because I now have the camera and yes I said I'd give it back but I think I'll keep it."
Derek laughed as he pulled the camera away from Stiles' reach. "Derek!" Stiles cried out.
"Yes?"
"You promised!"
"I don't recall."
"Again, I don't need to be a werewolf to know that you're lying!"
Derek grinned, "Oh, so it looks like I don't need to turn you then, seeing as you've got werewolf abilities."
"Oh for the love of-"
Derek had turned the camera to it was facing the teen. "Say please?" the werewolf said.
Stiles frowned, "Oh, so you're playing that game then huh?"
Derek shrugged, "What game are you talking about?"
"Derek!"
"Stiles?"
Stiles looked up into the camera, "Ladies and gentlemen we are still on day one of the Stilinski Hale Road trip and we've reached a snag in the road because our captain here is a camera hog and a drivers hog and he really doesn't know how to share."
Derek opened his mouth to say something but Stiles pressed on, "And he clearly is a seat hog too because he's currently sitting on me, well not sitting on me but straddling my waist because he won't get off, no pun intended, and you should just see the position we are in now because I tell you it's quite a site."
"Should I record said position?" Derek asked with amusement
Stiles threw his arms up in the air and Derek backed off a bit so he wouldn't get hit in the crossfire of limbs. Taking the answer as a yes Derek brought the camera up and he scanned around the interior of the Camaro. He started at the back and worked his way around to the right passing over driver's side. He slowly brought to the left where he pointed it at Stiles. He tilted his head to the left for a moment, "How does one record this?"
"Give me," Stiles demanded as he reached for the camera.
"Haha..no I'm not an idiot."
Stiles groaned, "This is going to be long week."
"Tell me about it," Derek said with a grin.
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