Fic: Here Comes Trouble, Make it Double
Author: starkidwarbler
Title: Here Comes Trouble, Make it Double
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gen
Character/s: Derek Hale, Tyler Hoechlin, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stiles walks into the loft to find that there are two Dereks.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 435
Prompt: 54. Crossover
Author's Notes: May continue in future rounds.
“No friggin’ way.” Stiles exclaimed, taking in the sight before him. Sitting on the sofa, there were two Dereks: one of them his usual grumpy self, the other displaying a sudden childlike excitement, the likes of which Stiles usually would only associate with Scott.
Grumpy Derek looked like he was going to say something to him, but Happy Derek jumped off the sofa to greet him before the other man had the chance.
“Hi,” his smile was absolutely, blindingly gorgeous, “I’m Tyler.” Stiles took his hand and shook it, dumbfounded, until Derek informed him, “Apparently he’s an actor who plays me on tv.”
“Well, okay, then.” Stiles looked between the two, already planning all the antics he could pull, figuring that ‘Tyler’ would be game.
“I’m-”
“Stiles, yeah, I know.” Derek dropped his hand, never dropping his gaze or his smile, “You’re kind of my favorite.”
“He wouldn’t shut up about you before you got here.” Derek clearly was not amused, and Tyler’s smile faltered for a moment.
“So, plan?” Stiles asked.
“Deaton’s working on it. It’ll be a few days before we can send him back.” Derek stood, moving over to pull his duffel out from under his bed. It was kind of sad that Derek wasn’t firmly rooted enough to just invest in a dresser or something.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d find him a place to stay,” he stacked a few garments to the side, “I’ll lend him some clothes, but then I want him gone.”
Tyler seemed to deflate. Stiles hated that they were both unhappy looking now. Happy was a good look on that face. And more than that, Stiles had no idea what to make of the fact that Derek didn’t want him around.
“Did he annoy you that much that you need to send him away? Or was it that he was talking about me? Is there something wrong with me being his favorite?”
Derek turned around, his expression shifting to the patient one he’d developed just for Stiles and his betas, now that he’s moved beyond the ‘Rawr, I’m the Alpha, and you will obey,” phase he had going on.
“Having someone else who smells, sounds, and looks like me is messing with my senses.”
“Oh,” Stiles mumbled.
Tyler took the proffered clothes with a nod of thanks, turning to Stiles to ask, “Shall we go?”
“We shall,” he answered, smiles returning to both of their faces. Stiles raised a hand to wave a goodbye to Derek, who was putting his stuff away, before falling into stride with Tyler as he passed to head to the door.
Title: Here Comes Trouble, Make it Double
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Gen
Character/s: Derek Hale, Tyler Hoechlin, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stiles walks into the loft to find that there are two Dereks.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 435
Prompt: 54. Crossover
Author's Notes: May continue in future rounds.
“No friggin’ way.” Stiles exclaimed, taking in the sight before him. Sitting on the sofa, there were two Dereks: one of them his usual grumpy self, the other displaying a sudden childlike excitement, the likes of which Stiles usually would only associate with Scott.
Grumpy Derek looked like he was going to say something to him, but Happy Derek jumped off the sofa to greet him before the other man had the chance.
“Hi,” his smile was absolutely, blindingly gorgeous, “I’m Tyler.” Stiles took his hand and shook it, dumbfounded, until Derek informed him, “Apparently he’s an actor who plays me on tv.”
“Well, okay, then.” Stiles looked between the two, already planning all the antics he could pull, figuring that ‘Tyler’ would be game.
“I’m-”
“Stiles, yeah, I know.” Derek dropped his hand, never dropping his gaze or his smile, “You’re kind of my favorite.”
“He wouldn’t shut up about you before you got here.” Derek clearly was not amused, and Tyler’s smile faltered for a moment.
“So, plan?” Stiles asked.
“Deaton’s working on it. It’ll be a few days before we can send him back.” Derek stood, moving over to pull his duffel out from under his bed. It was kind of sad that Derek wasn’t firmly rooted enough to just invest in a dresser or something.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d find him a place to stay,” he stacked a few garments to the side, “I’ll lend him some clothes, but then I want him gone.”
Tyler seemed to deflate. Stiles hated that they were both unhappy looking now. Happy was a good look on that face. And more than that, Stiles had no idea what to make of the fact that Derek didn’t want him around.
“Did he annoy you that much that you need to send him away? Or was it that he was talking about me? Is there something wrong with me being his favorite?”
Derek turned around, his expression shifting to the patient one he’d developed just for Stiles and his betas, now that he’s moved beyond the ‘Rawr, I’m the Alpha, and you will obey,” phase he had going on.
“Having someone else who smells, sounds, and looks like me is messing with my senses.”
“Oh,” Stiles mumbled.
Tyler took the proffered clothes with a nod of thanks, turning to Stiles to ask, “Shall we go?”
“We shall,” he answered, smiles returning to both of their faces. Stiles raised a hand to wave a goodbye to Derek, who was putting his stuff away, before falling into stride with Tyler as he passed to head to the door.