Who: Derek and Stiles What: A surprise visit. When: Friday, August 15, afternoon. Where: The machine shop where Derek works. Status: Complete.
Stiles was tired.
Not just physically tired, but the kind of whole body exhaustion that made it difficult to move, and to not want to. Luckily, he'd gotten a message that Stark Tower was closed for cleaning today due to the "incident" last night, which meant that he didn't really have to get up. But he was watching a movie with Cora later--and he was really curious if this was going to become a standing movie date, or if they were going to move on to other dates, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to, so that was something to think about at a later date, when he had energy and wasn't trying to wrap his brain around Derek Hale saving his life.
If asked before, Stiles would've said that Other!Derek hated everyone, but especially Stiles. Now, he wasn't so sure. Then again, twenty minutes before Derek had saved his life from his apparently psychotic uncle, he'd slammed Stiles' forehead into his steering wheel, so.
When he'd texted Derek about 'fear boners' he'd been half-joking. It wasn't so much a joke anymore, after what had happened. Because Derek was gorgeous--the kind of gorgeous that would get him an extremely lucrative career in the adult film industry--but he was also terrifying, with the claws and the teeth and the violence. His 16 year-old self definitely didn't have any idea of how to deal with that, but his 20 year-old self wasn't doing much better.
He had Derek's work address. Before the dreams had even started, Derek had given him his number and work address in case the thing with Tony didn't work out and he still needed work. Now, knowing that Derek had dreamed about him too, had known who he was when he'd given Stiles the address, he wondered if there was significance behind the gesture, or if he was reading too much into it.
It was an itch, under his skin, his mind going over their interactions both here and in the dreams, to the point where he needed to stop. He needed to act. He needed to see Derek here. And because he was tired, he didn't have the self-restraint to not drive to Derek's work.
He parked outside the garage, and then wandered inside through the huge garage bay doors that were rolled up.