Sterek and Scisaac

Good Luck 5 - Sterek

I'm awoken by strong, warm arms, ones that I immediately recognise. My mate, Derek. 

"I'm sorry," he murmurs into my ear, pressing a kiss just under my lobe. "I know you're finding it hard at the moment, but I need to know why you don't want to tell me. Just know that I'll always be here for you." 

My hands curl over his forearms, kissing his wrist. Just hearing those words strengthen my resolve to tell him. "I'm... I'm insecure." 

"About what, baby?" 

"I don't want you to think I'm weak because I'm letting some assholes get to me." 

"They're not just 'some assholes'," Derek growls, his wolf side coming out, which I fucking love. "They're trying to discredit your entire existence. You have every right to be distraught over this. I just... I need more communication with you so we can solve problems together." 

"Okay," I breathe out in relief. "I can manage that. I don't want to hurt you. I never do." 

"I know you don't," he responds. "Let's get you some sleep and we can talk more in the morning." 

I hum, smiling. "I like that idea." 

~~~

It's lunch time when Derek brings up what we talked about the night before. We're in a secluded corner of our favourite restaurant, they give the diner back home a run for it's money with their burgers and curly fires." 

"I've been thinking," he says and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

"That's dangerous." 

He sighs, but smiles slightly. "I've been thinking. There's a charity game on tonight, you can sit down at the front, right by the court, and be my good luck." 

I blush. I don't normally attend his games because I get very overwhelmed by the sounds. National games are far louder and more intense than high school games. Derek isn't affected like I am, since as soon as he gets on the court, not much else matters to him. "I think I can definitely come," I say. "After all, I am your good luck." 

He grins, leaning over and pressing a warm kiss against my mouth. "That you are." 

I'm about to continue our conversation, when my phone rings. "Hello?" 

"Stiles!" It's Isaac. "I've got a problem at work, can you and Derek come around as quickly as you can?" 

I'm on immediate alert. "Of course. We'll be there soon." 

"What's wrong?" Derek asks after I put my phone away. 

"There's an emergency down at the day care centre." I start packing everything up and paying. "Isaac sounded pretty upset." 

"I hope it's not protesters or some shit," Derek growls. "The last thing I want is some assholes ruining kids' lives before they even start." 

"I hope not too," I huff, standing up. "If it is, I'm not gonna hold back. It's been a while since I've let my claws free." 

Derek chuckles darkly right beside me, following me out of the restaurant. "Yeah, mine could use a workout too." 

Yeah. It's nice to have someone right there, beside you always. 

"Let's go Der." 

When we arrive - in Derek's classic Camero - Isaac is inside the building, smiling, smiling. "He doesn't look too worried," I comment. 

"Let's wait until we get inside, you never know what's happening." 

I nod, taking Derek's hand, preparing myself before we head in together. "Alright. Let's do this. It can't be that bad, surely."