Stiles (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hyperactivespaz) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2014-09-02 16:11:00 |
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| Entry tags: | derek hale, stiles stilinski |
Who: Derek and Stiles
What: The definition of stalking.
When: Tuesday, September 2nd, early evening.
Where: Stiles' house.
Status: Completed 9/10
It was a nagging feeling. Like seeing something out of the corner of your eye but when you turned there was nothing there. Except in this case, there was something there:
A car.
A black late model Camaro, to be specific.
He'd noticed it outside of Stark Tower when he'd driven home from work, because even though this was LA where nice cars were a dime a dozen, it was still a nice car. And then he'd seen another one when he'd stopped by the grocery store on the way home. Which, huh, maybe it was one of those things where you swore you never heard a song before in your life, but then once you hear it, you keep hearing it everywhere, when really it was just the fact that you were aware of the song that made it seem like it was everywhere?
It was a nagging feeling, though, that maybe it was the same car. And that maybe, just maybe, Elena's husband was inside it, was actually following him to make good on his threat now that Elena had been let go.
It was nothing to do with Stiles, Tony and Pepper had assured him. It was Stark Enterprises zero-tolerance policy. So, it wasn't his fault, but Stiles couldn't help but think that Elena and her husband wouldn't take it that way; would, in fact, blame him.
He took the long way home to the small house he shared with his dad, circled around, and approached it from the opposite direction he usually did. When he parked his Focus in the driveway and popped the trunk he couldn't help but feel that prickling of awareness, like someone was watching him.
It took two trips to get all the groceries inside, and when he came out the final time, there it was:
The black Camaro, the same one he'd seen all evening, he was sure of it, parked a few houses down.
He locked up his car, punched in Tony's number though he didn't actually dial, and stalked towards the car, determinedly, approaching head on. He could make out a dark-haired form inside, but in the dim blue of twilight it wasn't until he was next to the driver's side that he recognized the person inside.
His stomach twisted, heart thudding erratically as he stared at Derek, disbelieving.
Then, surprise turned to confusion, and he swallowed, steeling himself as he knocked on the window.