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His date was late. He was sitting in the nicest restaurant in Beacon Hills; in clothes his sister forced him into on a blind date. She assured him that “Rick” was a “nice guy.”
After his ex, the disastrous Kate, his sister told him he really needed to get back in the game. This didn’t feel like the game. This felt ridiculous. He unbuttoned his highest button and shifted in his seat. This was going to be a long night.
“Excuse me would you …” his waiter’s rote speech was cut off with a gasp, causing Derek to look up. What he saw made him groan, Stiles Stilinski. “Derek!” The shock on Stiles’ face quickly changed to a Cheshire grin.
“No absolutely not. I demand a different server.” He straightened in his seat his alpha instincts rising to the frustrating omega before him.
“Sorry Derek, I’m all you’ve got. This is a tiny restaurant and it’s just me or Scott.” Stiles’ grin clearly said that there was no way in hell Derek was going to allow Scott to serve him.
Scott and Derek were both equally scarred years ago in a terrible pairing for the Alpha-mentor program. They were as different as fire and water, or as Scott liked to put it “good and pure evil.” Scott was quickly paired with Derek’s sister Laura as an Alpha mentor.
Scott and randomly Stiles had been hanging around the Hale house ever since, to Derek’s eternal dismay.
“Fine just try and be a little more,” Derek searched his head for the appropriate word, “anonymous, when working this table.” It was not the right word.
“You want me to act like I don’t know you right?” Stiles looked mildly offended. “Wait you’re here on a date right? Who on earth would agree to a date with you?” Now it was Derek’s turn to look mildly offended.
“I don’t know him alright.”
“It’s a blind date?” Stiles practically hissed the words in his glee. Derek smelled the distinct scent of salt from tears.
“Are you crying?” Stiles wiped his eyes. Apparently Stiles was completely overjoyed at Derek’s discomfort.
“I will be so professional you could call me Léon.” Stiles pulled out his camera to get a quick picture. “I will be professional after this goes on the blog.” He ran away before Derek could snatch the phone away and told him he was bringing Derek some water on his way back into the kitchen.
Derek sighed when he was alone again. His date was very late.
Stiles brought a glass of water with cucumbers in it from the kitchen and lit the single candle on the table. He didn’t talk to Derek again but Derek clearly heard the sound of a phone’s camera being clicked more than once.
His date showed up eventually and Derek’s first thought was that Laura at least picked a good-looking one.
Rick Mosley was in some kind of human resource job for a website company based in Beacon Hills. He was shorter and thinner than Derek with auburn hair and brown eyes.
As he came to the table and made introductions Derek knew it wouldn’t work. The scent was all wrong. Sometimes his nose just worked that way.
Halfway through the date Derek began to notice some irregularities on the self-professed “adorable twink.” He began to glare at Stiles whenever he was around even when he wasn’t waiting on them.
Now Derek knew, god knows he understood being annoyed with Stiles, but surprisingly enough Stiles was completely professional and cheerful during the service.
It finally reached a climax when Stiles came by to replace the candle that was burning low.
“Sorry folks but let me just change this out for you, don’t want to spoil the mood by having a to squint to see each other.” He smiled at Derek with a wink and was startled when he turned to find a hate filled glare from Rick.
Stiles tried to hurry sensing something off about the Omega. He pulled the candle and candlestick away too quickly and got some wax on Derek’s arm.
“Oh jeez Derek.” He grabbed his every present napkin on his waist and dabbed some of the still wet wax off of Derek’s coat. He was mortified when he straightened placed the new candle in the middle of the table.
“Sorry about that little mishap folks, I would say it doesn’t normally happen but…” Stiles went for some self-deprecating good humor but Rick was having none of it.
“If you are so clumsy why do you still work here?” He was in full on bitch mode and Derek still couldn’t figure out why. The light was beginning to flicker for Stiles and he was a little baffled.
“Rick it wasn’t that –“ Derek tired to calm his date down but was cut off.
“You’re very right sir, I should work on that, and for my mistake I am going to give you guys dessert on the house. Whatever you’d like.” If Stiles learned anything it was that free stuff always got people to calm down.
“Thanks Stiles,” Derek began awkwardly but Stiles and Rick were staring at each other, Omega to Omega.
Rick finally broke down and said, “I would like a different server, one who isn’t panting after my date like an Omega during first heat.” Stiles sputtered and step away from the table. Derek stood and grabbed Stiles’ arm.
“This is my friend, Rick and I think that this date is over.” Rick stood too in a blaze of fury.
“I knew it! You might as well have fucked him over this table.” He was practically screaming at that point and everyone in the restaurant was staring. In a move of pure crazy he dumped his water all over Derek and pushed all the dinning ware onto the floor is a crash of glass and porcelain.
Before he could do anything else Boyd was hauling him out of the restaurant. Stiles didn’t even see him come out of the kitchen.
“Well that escalated quickly.” Stiles said in the sudden silence.
“Oh my god Laura!” Derek yelled into his hand when he sunk back in the chair. Could the date have gone any worse? Could his date have been any crazier? Well … he had dated Kate…
He heard the click of a camera phone and this time he was close enough to smack it out of Stiles’ hand, right into the pile of food, liquids, and sharp edges below. At least something went right tonight.
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