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‘I’m a 32 year old blind male looking for a personal assistant to help with daily activities, such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.
You will be paid well.’
Derek listens to it back, decides it’s decent enough, and hits the enter key.
‘Add has been posted’ his computer says robotically. Over the next couple days he gets a couple replies and sets up interviews with the applicants, no one stands out though.
He huffs to himself and is about to give up and just hire someone from a caregiver company when his email dings. ‘You’ve got mail’ it says.
“Open email” Derek calls.
“Hello, my name is Stiles and I’m interested in the assistant job you have posted. I’m basically free all the time so email me back or give me a call any time. Thanks.”
——
When Stiles arrives the next day Derek can’t help but feel doubtful but nevertheless he puts on a smile and opens the door.
“Hello” Derek says and sticks out his hand for stiles to shake.
“Hello sir, I’m stiles”
“Come on in Stiles, and please call me Derek” Derek says as he steps aside to let stiles by, and closes the door behind him.
“Follow me” he says and walks towards the living room.
“Sit anywhere you like” Derek sits himself down on one end of the couch and Stiles sits on the single chair to the side.
“So uh, How old are you?” Derek asks.
“Twenty one”
“Are you in school at all?”
“No, I though about FBI school but I’m not so great with blood” Well that surprised Derek.
“Have you ever been an assistant before?” He asks.
“Um, kind of, my dad’s the sheriff and I’ve helped out around the station, you know filing, making food, getting coffee” Derek nods along.
“Okay, this is more of a personal assistant job, some cooking, light cleaning, laundry, daily life sort of things. My uncle used to help me but he recently got a great job offer in New York. I have a maid come once a week so the cleaning isn’t much, really just dishes. Are you up for that?”
“Yes, of course, I mean I like helping people and it beats working at McDonald’s“ that earned a chuckle from Derek.
“Alright, that’s about all I need to know, or all I can think of right now. Do you have any questions for me? Don’t worry about being offensive, I’ve heard it all”
“Do you work from home?”
“Yes, I’m a writer”
“A writer?” Stiles asks, confused. Derek chuckled a bit.
“I have a Braille key board for my computer, and the computer can talk to me” The two talked for a little while longer and Derek decided he would give the kid a try. He seemed responsible enough and happy to do it so really what more could he ask for. They exchanged phone number and then Stiles was on his way.
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The next day Stiles gets to Derek’s twenty minutes early so he sits in it car and waits until he’s only about five minutes early and then goes and knocks on the door. Derek opens it with a smile and lets him in.
“Hey”
“You smell different” Derek says. Stiles pauses and his brain kind of implodes.
“W-what?”
“I mean— from yesterday— Uh.. since I’m blind my other senses are stronger. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable” Derek shuffles forward and close the door and then turns to Stiles.
“Oh right, it’s fine dude. I kind of forgot to go laundry so I borrowed my friend Scott’s hoodie” Derek smirks.
“I hope you won’t forget to do mine” he chuckles with a smile, barring his perfect white teeth.
“Well I’m getting paid to do yours so it’s at the top of my list”
“Oh good” Derek says with a hint of sarcasm.
“Hey mind if I turn on the lights?” Stiles asks and Derek mentally face palms himself.
“Shit Sorry. I’m not actually completely blind, I can see some light, but it’s easier if I just go off of natural light because then I can see where the windows are and go off of that. Just turn on whatever you need” He heard stiles move away, probably looking for a light switch, and then a couple flicking sounds.
“Ohh I guess I just assumed that everyone who’s blind can’t see anything at all” Derek chuckles.
“It’s quite the opposite actually, most blind people have remaining vision”
“Ohh, So why don’t you have like, a guide dog? Wouldn’t that be easier?”
“I can’t even do my own laundry, I don’t think I’m responsible enough to have a dog, a forty-five thousand dollar guide dog at that”
“Ooh that makes sense actually.” Stiles laughed.
“So I don’t need you to stay long today, my friend is taking me out for dinner, and I already had breakfast so I just need some laundry done and lunch made”
“Okay cool, Well I guess I’ll start on laundry and then lunch”
“Sounds good, thanks” Derek shows Stiles around and grabs his laundry from his bedroom and hands it to him. After Stiles find the detergent and such Derek leaves him and goes back to the living room to continue writing. After starting the laundry Stiles makes Derek lunch and then finishes the laundry. Derek finds himself drifting from his writing and just listening to Stiles move around and hum to himself. When he finishes the dishes Stiles lets him know that he all finished with everything and Derek thanks him and hands him an envelope.
“You wanna count it to make sure I got the right amount?”
“Oh uh, yep all there. Thanks”
“Bye Stiles, see you tomorrow” Stiles says his goodbye and then Derek hears him leave and sighs to himself.
———
Derek usually liked to have the mornings to himself so he could wake up and shower in peace. He liked making his own breakfast too, it wasn’t too complicated to make cereal or toast or something like that. And coffee, Derek likes coffee.
But he woke up late today and apparently only manages to shower and get to the kitchen before Stiles arrives and is startled by the sound of the doorbell.
“Shit” he hisses as three mugs fall from the cupboard and shatter around his feet. He flinches as part of one hits his foot and stumbles to the side, and feeling a shard cut into the bottom of his foot.
“Eerrr!” He growls in pain. “Ah ah!” He tries to move but steps on another piece.
“Fuck! Come on!”
“Derek? Are you okay?” He hears Stiles ask, muffled through the door, and freezes in place.
“Uh come in! There’s a key under the plant!” He calls out, he hears the key in the lock and the door open and Stiles walks in.
“Are you okay? Where are you?”
“Kitchen”
“Oh my god what happened?”
“Um, apparently I can’t function on my own”
“Dude don’t say that. Here, hold on” he says, grabbing the broom from beside the fridge and sweeping the shards to the side. He then grabs Derek’s arm to move him forward carefully.
“No wait!” Stiles immediately releases his grasp.
“What?”
“I— I Uh stepped on s—some” Derek groans.
“Oh shit. Okay— okay hold on, stay there— stay still” Derek nods and holds his arms in an X across his chest, with balled up fists to hide his claws. Stiles sweeps up the rest of the shards and dumps them into the trash and then he grabs a cushion off of the couch and places it on the ground next to Derek.
“Here, sit down, I put a cushion right beside you” he says and guide Derek down slowly. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“It’s fine, just pull out the shards” Great, how is he going to explain how they healed so quickly once the shard are out?
“Derek these need to be cleaned and bandaged”
Shit shit shit Derek thinks, he can’t shift in front of Stiles. He tries to control his breathing and calm down. He didn’t realize his eye where already glowing red.
Derek feels Stiles take his hands in his own and tries to pull away but Stiles grips them tighter.
“Derek, let go” he says softly. Derek frowns his eyebrows and breathes deep for a moment.
“It’s okay” He slowly unclenches his hands and hisses as his claws leave his flesh.
“Good” Stiles coos and then Derek jerks his hands away and hisses again as he feels a cold sensation and then stinging. Stiles mumbles a sorry but pulls them back and cleans the other on as well.
“You’re not freaking out” Derek states in a low voice.
“Derek, my best friend is a werewolf” he chuckles.
“Scott?”
“Yes, Scott”
“I knew I smelt something different” Derek mumbles.
“You’re an alpha” Stiles states.
“My eye are glowing?”
“Yup” Derek calms down and his claws disappear and his eyes turn back to green.
“Your feet are all healed up now” Stiles says and helps Derek stand.
“Thank you” Stiles mhms and leads him to the couch.
“Sit, I’ll make you something to eat”
“Could you— Uh could you make some coffee too?”
“Course. Don’t be afraid to ask me to do things, that’s what I’m here for. You aren’t bossing me around” Derek nods, agreeing and reaches for his laptop.