So. I'm sorry for the long wait and short-ish chapter. I was really having a hard time trying to think up of something to write for this chapter and I only got to it due to a friend of mine badgering me into writing it. I'll try to have a chapter out once every two to three days again (hopefully). And if I don't, you guys can badger me on Twitter (you guys don't need to follow, just badger me and I'll try to wring something out of my poor wrung out brain) at dorkitup13

Thanks for reading!

To: Lydia Martin

Subject: Ho Hey!

Good day, my Queen. I would like to inform you that yours truly has arrived safely and in one piece, although I may or may not have had an attack. No worries, I was in good hands. Really. good. hands .I'll tell you all about in when you get homeso no use in badgering me over email since I can ignore you even though I know you'd make my life a living hell. I hope London is still as fun without me, now that you're stuck with your walking asshole for a boyfriend

Your Court Jester,

Stiles

Stiles stretched and yawned with his hands over his head. He arched his back, savoring the heavenly feeling of his muscles straining, relieving the slight stiffness there. He smiled groggily at his phone's screen before tapping send. He had been only up for a couple of hours after he was unceremoniously woken by Scott but he was still dead tired, perhaps his body still catching up and adjusting itself to the right time zone. It was only eight in the evening and he still had to stay up for at least four more hours.

"I need to go out," Stiles muttered in the darkness of his bedroom. "Danny has plans so that's out. Scott's got that thing with his mom and Isaac is at work." He was holding up his hands counting down them down one by one. "Aaaah, I'm so sleepy and bored!"

Stiles got up from his bed and threw on his sneakers, grabbed his keys, his phone, the book he's currently reading and went for the door, the muggy summer air hitting him in the face like a brick wall. 'I'm just gonna wing it. It's what I do best anyway.' He patted the hood of his Jeep as soon as his hand could reach it. "I missed you so much, baby," he cooed at it. "Never leaving you again with that old codger I have the misfortune of calling my dad. Look at you in need of a wash!" Stiles said as he dusted off his palm before climbing in. "Maybe I'll have Scott do that," he added, smirking at the thought.

Stiles parked in front of 24-hour convenience store, pocketing his phone before getting out of his Jeep and stepping inside the store. He bee lined his way into the cold beverage section, took 3 cans of coffee, slinked into the junk food/snack aisle and took a large bag of Lay's Cheddar and Sour Cream and secured it under his arm before proceeding to pay for his haul when he spied an unsettlingly familiar figure in front of the register. He crouched down, hoping the shelves hid him well enough. He inched his way to the edge to take a peek. He couldn't be hundred percent sure but the height, broad shoulders and haircut were right. One of the cans from his hands almost slipped when the man spoke.

"Yes, that's all," Derek huffed, obviously flustered.

"That will be fifteen dollars and eighteen cents," the clerk said in a cheerful voice.

Stiles peeked out again just as Derek was handing over money. The older man looked utterly embarrassed, staring at his feet as the clerk bagged up his purchases. He ran a hand through his hair, took the bag from the clerk and uttered a gruff thanks before going out the door, walking as if his shoes were on fire. Stiles sprang from his hiding spot, hurried to the register and dropped his stuff on the counter. He ran to the glass doors and peeked at the retreating figure, who was fumbling for his keys.

"I'll come back for those!" Stiles yelled at the confused clerk as he exited the store and ducked behind the nearest car, which was mercifully close.

His own Jeep was a couple of feet away, near enough to make a run for it, crouched and ninja-like. He hunkered behind the car for a bit more before making a mad dash for his Jeep. He threw himself into the driver's seat and groped at the back for the black hoodie he always kept there for emergencies. He found it after a second or two, ignoring the unwashed smell of it as he put it on as if his dear, dear life depended on it. He pulled the hood over his head and proceeded to search for his target. His eyes spied the older man slinking off to the edge of the parking lot, his head still hung low. Derek stopped in front of a black Camaro for a couple of seconds. His back turned to Stiles, and disappeared into it.

'Holy shit, so he's really loaded,' Stiles thought, awe struck and maybe slightly drooling as he stared at gorgeous car.

Derek's Camaro roared into life and sped off into the night. It was Stiles' turn to fumble for his keys as he frantically keyed his Jeep into life so he could follow Derek. To find out where he lived so he can demand that fancy dinner which he didn't object to. It wasn't creepy at all what he was doing. It was a whole lot better than asking Danny to use his magic fingers to pull up everything he could find on Derek, which might not be entirely legal. So following Derek was a compromise. It's not like he was stalking him. It was purely coincidence that they happened to be in the same convenience store at the same time and, like the master of winging it that he was, he came up with this brilliant but borderline creepy plan.

Stiles drove towards the direction that Derek's car disappeared into, speeding off into the darkness. He drove in silence for a bit before he caught sight of the almost invisible Camaro. Stiles turned off his headlights and slowed down just enough to put a respectable distance between the two vehicles. Stiles started tapping a beat with his free hand, as was his habit when he started getting nervous. He drove in relative silence with only him and his beat and his thoughts to keep him company. When he realized that he wasn't paying attention on where they were going as he was so focused on the car before him.

Stiles peeked out of his windows, trying to discern any telling landmarks to determine where they were headed. He didn't see anything specific but the abundance of trees so he was sure that they were headed towards the forest, nearing the edge of the preserve territory.

'Wow. Talk about privacy issues,' Stiles thought nervously. 'This is not normal. It's like the Cullens living in the middle of nowhere and we all know how special that family was.'

The drive continued for a couple more minutes and Stiles was having second thoughts. He was pretty sure that Derek knew someone was following him by now since they were the only two vehicles Stiles has seen on this fucking road. It was something like out of a horror movie, this road. He shifted gear and slowed down so he could turn back and just do this the old fashioned way, which was asking his dad for access to his office computer, when the black Camaro he was stalking, yes, stalking, skidded to a halt in front of him, blocking the road in front of him completely. Stiles had to stomp on his brake hard even though he was going relatively slow now, out of surprise, and his Jeep stalled and died.

"Shit," Stiles muttered under his breath as he pulled his hoodie lower down his head and raised his window. "Shit shit shit why did I think this was such a genius idea?"

Derek exited his car gracefully, one booted foot over the other and stood in silence in front of Stiles' Jeep. The older man crossed his arms in front of him and leaned back into the sleek vehicle behind him.

"You know this would be a lot easier if you just came out of that piece of crap Jeep before I haul you out of there and accidentally kick you in places with these steel-toed boots that would at least cripple you for thirty minutes, long enough for the sheriff to throw your pathetic ass in jail," Derek said loudly, his voice calm and even.

Stiles sat there in his Jeep stunned and unbelieving of what he just heard Derek, a high school English teacher, just said to him. Derek, who held his hands and calmed him down when he was having a really bad panic attack. His body refused to move. Soon, Derek was walking towards the Jeep – him – slowly, as if he were merely taking a stroll through the park. He reached the Jeep and sauntered towards the driver's side and rapped his knuckles at the window.

"So what's it gonna be?" Derek asked through the sheet of glass separating them.

Stiles shakily rolled down the window, not daring to look at Derek, the hood of his jacket hiding his face excellently.

"My sister has just about had enough of you," Derek said coldly at him as Stiles startled, still unable to talk. "You've broken your restraining order what, 3 times now?"

"I –," Stiles began but Derek cut him off.

"Come near my sister again and I will personally rip you apart limb from limb," Derek growled at Stiles, slamming his hand on the side of his door.

Stiles sat there stewing in cold sweat when his paralysis broke. "You know, I don't really know anything about your sister," he said his voice shaking a little as he turned his head towards Derek and letting the hood of his jacket fall off his head. "I was under the impression I was stalking you."