"You do realize this is unhealthy and bordering on obsessive right?" Peter drawled after him, a cackle of laughter echoing as Derek grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

There was only one showing of Skyfall, so that would be the one Stiles and that other guy went to. It hadn't taken much to get the name of the film from Scott, with a growl down the line of the phone, Scott had easily acquiesced with giving Derek the information he was looking for. He stalked to his Camaro, resisting the urge to throw the door open as he got in and backed out of his parking spot. He raced down to where the theatre was, nerves on fire.

The only reason he was going to this stupid place was to make sure Stiles wasn't a total idiot. This kid Peter had mentioned could easily be part of the Alpha Pack, if they had decided to show yet. The worst situation would be if the bratty teenager turned out to be a hunter -they weren't all Argents out there, or connected to the Argents. Occasionally they caught wind of werewolf activity, and rarely were their families murdered by raging 'wolves, but it had happened before. A good hunter would be able to recognize the signs in this town. Although to follow protocol, the hunter would be required to check in with the Argents -but hunters were like Kate and they used the rules to their convenience.

Derek slammed his car into park, slinking out of his car and stalking into the building. It smelled overwhelmingly of grease and hormones. He fought a sneeze off, walking to the ticket booth just as the saleswoman taped down a sign to the front of her desk.

Tickets to see Skyfall at 6:15pm, November 25th are all sold out.

Derek flashed her a charming smile, fighting his annoyance off.

Stiles had been assigned to seat duty while Kyle went back out to get popcorn and pop. During this highly important time, Stiles contemplated whether he should have mentioned this part to his father. He'd just said he was going out to see the movie. He didn't mention that it was a date. Or that it was a date with a boy. And sooner or later he and his father would have to have a little talk about this, just to clarify things. But there was no point, Stiles rationalized, unless Kyle seemed like a real keeper or something serious. He was friendly and definitely cute, but Stiles didn't know anything more about the guy. Which was why they were on a date -at least Stiles hoped that was the idea. Not to say that he wouldn't jump at the thought or opportunity of some physical acquaintance, but he would like to say definitively that he liked Kyle. He knew he was attracted and he could safely say the same, every time he caught Kyle checking him out. It was welcome, in that Kyle's looks were reassuring that he was good-looking, that his plaid and jeans and hair were just fine without making him feel like a slab of meat. It was good attention, in a good way.

Stiles was in the midst of being all fluttery over his first date when a dark shadow entered the room and he craned his neck around to look at the figure -there were about forty minutes until the movie started, and so far the place was relatively empty -and Stiles' jaw dropped when he saw the figure. Because there was no way that Derek Hale was here. There was no way Derek frickin' Hale was going to crash his very first and so far only date in history, before it had even happened. Derek met his eyes unflinching as he walked towards him -and Stiles suddenly wasn't sure what to do, whether he should look away and pretend he didn't know Derek or chew him out.

And then, Derek sat down. Directly behind where and Stiles and Kyle were going to sit. Stiles had the strangest feeling, that even if he moved three rows down, he would find that Derek followed him. Seriously, if he was here because of whatever Peter had said, he could have sat literally anywhere else in the theatre and still been able to hear and see whatever Stiles and Kyle did. Which wasn't reassuring, but some space would be. Considering their… history, if it could even be called that.

Stiles turned around, "I didn't know you were a James Bond kind of guy," he said dryly.

"I'm not remotely interested."

"Then why are you here?" he demanded, exasperated.

"Keeping you out of trouble," Derek hissed back, glaring at him. "You don't even know the guy -"

"That's the point of it!" Stiles hissed. "It's a date -not you and me not you as a third wheel, this is between me and Kyle and has nothing to do with you."

He went to turn back around when he felt Derek's hand on his shoulder -and was that his imagination or were there claws brushing against his jugular? Right. Werewolf. Werewolf vs puny human fodder = dead Stiles.

"What if he's a hunter? Or part of the Alpha Pack?" Derek cast a cautionary glance around the room.

"Seeing as if he was either, you could tell with one sniff," Stiles retorted, pulling back from his grasp. "Now leave me alone Derek. I don't even want to know what Peter said, but I'm okay. Kyle's a good guy."

Derek's eyes narrowed. "Peter didn't say anything."

Stiles gave him a look -one that adequately surmised his feelings of "do you think I'm that stupid to believe you?"

"Really? So Peter didn't say anything and you're sitting here because although James Bond doesn't interest you even a little, you decided to watch it."

"Yes," he said, as though that was the only answer in the world. Derek leaned back, settling into his chair and Stiles sat up a little, twisting his body around to glare at him. "Your boyfriend might get the wrong idea if you keep looking at me like that," Derek quipped, a smirk tugging along his lips as he tapped his boot against the back of Stiles' chair with an audible thud.

Stiles turned back quickly, spotting Kyle walking down towards them. Stiles leapt to his feet, grabbing their coats and hurrying towards Kyle, to try and meet him halfway and keep them from winding up in front of Derek Hale. Behind him would have been just as bad, but unfortunately Stiles didn't even make it that far. There was clumsy, and awkward and then there was the Stiles Stilinski clumsy-awkward that no one should have to witness. And no should live through it either, he added to himself as he stared at the floor suddenly beneath him.

His jacket caught on the chair's folding mechanism, and since they had seated themselves close to the aisle, Stiles didn't notice until it was too late when there was resistance. Still, moving forward, he gave the jacket a tug without paying it much attention and when it suddenly snapped free, it was enough to send him into a sprawled heap of limbs, his face perfectly acquainted with the floor. He jumped back to his feet, looking at Kyle's surprised face and able to hear Derek's snicker, he scowled and grabbed Kyle's hand, hauling his boyfriend three rows ahead of Derek. Just to be on the safe side.

Three rows should be far enough right? No, werewolves had good enough sight that Derek could probably fling popcorn at them through the duration of the movie and Stiles wouldn't be able to stop him. However, Derek didn't have popcorn and it seemed unlikely that he would take such a juvenile approach to their date -then again, Stiles hadn't expected him to start date crashing either.

"Uh, are you alright?" Kyle asked, looking at Stiles with a slight smile. He reached over with his free hand, the popcorn perfectly balanced on his lap to rub Stiles' forehead.

Another flush of mortification ran through his system. "Totally," he lied with an enthusiastic smile.

"Why are we sitting here now?" Kyle asked, shifting slightly, setting his hand back around the popcorn in case it tipped or something.

"These seats are better."

"But they're so close -"

"You don't like them?" Stiles asked, suddenly worried. Putting space between him and Derek was only going to work if Kyle was still interested. And he had just seen some very Stiles moments there, prime examples really. It could only get worse.

"Well, no, just, I liked the other ones better. But these are fine," Kyle quickly added.

"Good," Stiles said, relieved. "I know they're a little close…"

Okay, so maybe a lot close. They were about four rows away from the screen. If anything exciting happened at the top of it, they would probably have to lean their heads back just a little. Just a little -not that bad. They were safe -safer -from Derek now. And that was the main thing. Stiles grinned at Kyle, taking his pop and leaping into conversation about the other James Bond movies he'd seen and quickly bringing Kyle into a debate over had made the better James Bond -Sean Connery or Daniel Craig. Stiles credited the technology advantage to Daniel Craig, with the special effects and everything, but he found Sean Connery to be more suave and fitting for the role. Kyle tried to argue the opposite, but his debate was poorly formed and his heart wasn't into it. Abruptly Stiles tried to change topic, to something that would keep their maybe-relationship afloat, and someway that he could save face with Derek listening on.

By the time the commercials had started, Kyle was looking kind of dazed and Stiles had nearly finished his drink with all the talking he'd gotten out. Feeling self-conscious, Stiles shifted nervously. If they survived this date, then things would be going really great. Honestly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Kyle's hand settle over his hand, resting it on his knee and he looked over. Kyle was just smiling, his attention on the big screen but he gave a subtle wink to Stiles.

And, by the end of the movie, Stiles had mostly forgotten that Derek was even there with the way Kyle was fond of leaning over to whisper something to him, his lips ghosting over Stiles' ear. There was definitely no way for Stiles to blush any brighter, but he liked Kyle's random trivia and their closeness while at the same time it felt almost suffocating. When the lights came back on, Stiles wasn't sure whether he should be bolting or not, all things considered. It had been awkward, but it hadn't been bad exactly. Beyond his faceplant, of course. The theatre was packed. Without thinking, Stiles squeezed Kyle's hand when he felt his date preparing to stand. If Derek was going to at least try and not look like a stalker, he would have to leave first so that when Stiles turned around, he couldn't see him and accuse him of it. If he had been there, Stiles would have so charged him.

Turning, he found that there was just a swarm of bodies moving and hurrying to get out of the theatre in their rush for home and bathroom breaks. "Why don't we wait till it thins down a bit fi-" he started to say, turning back to Kyle when abruptly he found the other's lips against his.

The panic of confusion was the first thing he registered, and quickly following that was pure happiness as he kissed Kyle back -trying not to be clumsy about it -and really, when was he not clumsy? -but Kyle didn't seem too concerned about it as he settled his arm around Stiles shoulder, his tongue prodding against Stiles' lip playfully. Or at least, that's what it was until Kyle was physically hauled away from Stiles and he realized abruptly that he was alone in a dark theatre, as the emergency exit door slammed shut, the locking clicking into place behind it.

"Derek!" he shouted, launching to his feet and towards the door. Maybe he should have called Kyle's name, but he was pretty sure that Kyle wouldn't be able to reply and that Derek wouldn't kill him. He was about seventy-five percent sure, anyways that Derek wouldn't hurt Kyle. Unless Kyle smelled of wolfsbane or wolf, in which case, he was sure Kyle would be dead or nearly dead by the time he got through the emergency exit door.

He stumbled out into the alley behind the building, to find Derek pinning Kyle up against the wall, growing at him as his nails alternated between elongating into claws and back into human nails. Were his eyes red too?! Stiles panicked, throwing himself against Derek for all the good it would do. Derek simply flexed his arm, using his elbow to push Stiles back off him really quite easily. Stiles didn't have the patience to be exasperated or get angrier than he already was.

"Fuck you Derek!" he spat, trying to pull his hand back. Kyle was watching with horror and fear, straining to get his feet to the ground. "Let him go -you have no right!"

Derek abruptly dropped Kyle, whirling onto Stiles as his eyes flashed red. "I have every right," he growled.

Kyle dropped to the ground, rolling onto his feet as he ran down the alley, throwing one last glance over his shoulder before he disappeared. Stiles felt hurt bubbling up underneath his simmering rage as he shoved at Derek angrily. The werewolf didn't move, didn't even flinch, and the asshole couldn't even bother to make it look like Stiles' shove was more than a mosquito bite of annoyance.

"See? He doesn't care about you," Derek countered, gesturing to where Kyle had just disappeared. "He ran, Stiles."

"So what?!" he cried, outraged. "If I had any brains, I would have run too. You're six feet tall and like two hundred pounds of muscle -who wouldn't?! Not to mention you're just some random guy -"

"You didn't tell him?" Derek's brows came together in a frown, his lips pursing as the red faded from his eyes.

"No! Why would I? I'm trying to have a relationship here, Derek -I'm not looking for a lay."

"You're ashamed?" he asked, quiet, his gray eyes penetrating.

Stiles frowned at the older man, fighting off his rage as he tried to get some sense of how Derek was feeling about this possible revelation, managing an exasperated, "No, yes. Jesus, I don't even know. But I'm not going to walk around advertising that my first sexual experience happened when I was half-asleep and…" he scowled. "I want a meaningful relationship," Stiles stressed. "I want a first love and everything that goes with that."

He wanted someone he could share his everything with. He wanted someone he could love and who would love him back, and when they kissed there would eventually be something special about it. They would be in love with each other, trading off lovesick looks like Allison and Scott did, and he would dedicate everything he could to his partner. And one they might drift apart and break up, or argue over something and break up and Stiles would be heartbroken but he wouldn't quite give-up. He would stay in touch and they would be friends, at the very least. That was what Stiles wanted. He didn't want to be just an accident, or someone who was convenient. He wanted to be the person that his partner wanted, that when they were loving each other, it was something they were sharing between them. He didn't want it to be about the sex, about a record or whatever other reasons -it was supposed to be about love.

There were times where it would be about sex, of course, but it was also supposed to be about love. If it was to be meaningful. And being with anyone who found what should have been meaningful, to instead be less than what it was, was not someone Stiles wanted to be involved with. Even if he was all six feet of gorgeousness and stock full of protective that was wired into his bones -there was no way it was going to happen again. Because Stiles didn't want someone who treated him like crap. He wanted love, as simple as that.

His parents loved each other, more than anything. His father still wore his wedding ring to remember his late wife, he was still faithful to her, even though it was nearing a decade since she passed. Stiles' heart clenched in memory of her, her smile and her words. How when he knew he was in love with Lydia Martin, she sat him down and they had a talk. It was one of the clearest memories he had of his mother, when she was still the healthy and radiant woman she had been in his childhood. Before she was hospitalized -before everything.

Love was a gift, she had said, a very special one that required a lot of work and persistence. Like when his father had asked her out and she hadn't been sure of his intentions, she rejected him. But her father was always there for her, when she needed him to be and finally, she was the one who asked him out. And while they had their rocky bits, fighting between their parents and in-laws, stressed over having a baby, they managed. They loved each other, truly.

For Stiles, no other relationship would do. He wanted to have someone he loved -like Lydia, like Derek -only with their feelings reciprocated. He had been doing his best lately to at least be honest that he had some feelings for the sourwolf without dwelling on them or making them out to be something great. Because, really, that was one of the worst moments he had experienced. Being shunned aside and ignored -and he felt like a kid for it. Expecting too much, wanting too much. Lesson learned, Derek Hale, lesson learned.

Stiles looked up at the older man, at the werewolf wearily. "You don't get to come crashing my dates. I'm fine on my own, whatever Scott or stupid Peter have to say."

And wow, way to go Scott, Stiles realized as he saw the look on Derek's face. Of course Scott would have told the Alpha where to find him, if only because he didn't trust Kyle. Stiles managed a sigh just as he saw Derek stiffen and launch off down the alleyway, leaping up onto the roof of the building before finally disappearing. Not even fifteen seconds later, Kyle rounded the corner looking winded with an officer at his side. He shot Stiles an apologetic look as the officer stepped towards him worriedly and Stiles realized that his father would also be here, in any second. No doubt looking for someone to arrest after having accosted Stiles' boyfriend.

Oh dear god, did his father already know? He had little doubt that his father would be overall okay with Stiles' sexuality. Overall. Eventually. It would take him some getting used to the fact that Stiles liked boys too, that his father might not have a grandchild and that Stiles was more vulnerable than before to being attacked. Speaking of, what had Kyle said about this incident? As he heard another set of police sirens, he winced. This was going to be harder to explain than he wanted it to be.

"Stiles!" came his father's worried voice as he rounded the corner. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, aiming for casual as he shrugged his shoulders.

"What happened?"

"Just.. some guy. I-I don't know, he grabbed Kyle, looked pretty pissed." Helplessly, Stiles looked to Kyle.

Kyle appeared quite white and he looked spooked, too, his eyes almost comically wide. "He- just-just grabbed me!"

"He didn't say anything?" the officer questioned. "To either of you?"

Stiles shook his head wordlessly, glancing at his father.

I hope you all like this chapter. Sorry for the long wait, I at least managed to make it longer than my others in hopes of forgiveness :3

After Monday I'm free for the rest of the summer, so I'll be writing more frequently and the slow updates won't happen so long as my inspiration sticks around. Which it should. I'm excited for season three, and so happy that I got to see Derek's loft to get a better sense of description considering I do have him in an apartment.

If you guys have any requests on things you'd like to see, feel free to let me know. And thanks for sticking around for the updates, glad you guys are still here and reviewing/reading so strong. :D Have a great day!

(Ah sorry Magic Howl, it worked out that it won't be this chapter. I will have your scene in, once the timing is right ^_^;)