Inspired by this post…
In hindsight, Stiles can kind of understand how it happened.
Basically, the words bike and room never came up in the phone conversation, which would have helped a great deal. Instead there’d been so it’s still available and I’ve been looking for one for a while and those kind of generalisations led to Derek Hale sitting in his living room, thinking he was here to see Stiles about a spare room which he doesn’t have, instead of a spare bike which he does.
"So tell him, then," Scott says, trying to be annoyingly reasonable about the whole thing. Stiles isn’t exactly hiding, but Derek is still in the living room and Stiles barged in on Scott in the shower to have a mini freakout.
"I caaaaan’t," Stiles whines, sitting on the closed toilet lid and dropping his head into his hands.
Scott didn’t bother stopping the shower. He’s just a hazy figure through the cheap curtain they put up when Scott got tired of wet feet in the morning. “Why not? It’s true and he’ll understand. I’ve been here for three months. We didn’t know a flyer was still up about the room.”
"Can he hear us?" Stiles asks in a lower voice and Scott sticks his head around the curtain, hair plastered to his forehead and his face scrunched up.
"I don’t think so. Running water is pretty effective white noise."
"Okay, so here’s the thing," Stiles says and Scott gives him the, I’m not going to like this, am I expression that Stiles has become very familiar with over the last few months. Stiles has a lot of… ideas and not all of them are good, even he has to admit. “Derek lost his whole family in a freak fire except for two sisters only a year ago and he hasn’t been able to find a place in the city. He’s been camping in the ruins of his family home.”
"Oh my god," Scott says, looking suitably horrified.
"I know,” Stiles says. “Apparently he’s been knocked back from a load of places because of the werewolf thing and he was super relieved to see my charming, werewolf friendly flyer and he’s giving me this hopeful, tragic face and I just-“
"You already told him he could live here, didn’t you?" Scott asks flatly.
"I have a plan!"
"Of course you do."
"So, he’ll stay in my room and I’ll live in yours."
Scott blinks at Stiles for a moment. “Where am I going to be?”
"In your room, too. You’re my bestie that stays over a lot and besides, you’ve basically been at Allison’s every second day for the last month."
"Stiles, I’m not going anywhere. Not anytime soon. I know what happened with Erica-"
"Yeah, it bit but this is not about that."
"Are you sure?" Scott asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I just keep picturing this guy sitting in front of a little fire, wrapped in a sleeping bag in the wreckage of his former home."
"Why doesn’t he stay in a hotel?"
"I… don’t know? Maybe he enjoys being Tiny Tim levels of sad."
"He’s hot, isn’t he?"
"This is in no way about that."
"Seriously, even if this guy was covered in a fine layer of moss, I’d still feel like I had to throw him a bone."
"Is there a rest of the plan, because I kind of feel like I’m getting evicted with your current one."
"Oh, no, of course not," Stiles says quickly. "I just thought he could stay in my room until I find him something else. Then the whole, you can’t really live here thing, will be a good news/bad news situation. We might even be able to laugh about it."
"This is going to end badly," Scott proclaims, but he returns to his shower without saying anything else so Stiles figures that’s about as much of a yes as he’s going to get.
"Probably," Stiles agrees.