Author's Note: So guys, I've decided to write something new. I know there are a lot of things that I should be writing instead, but this plot bunny has taken control and won't let me go. This holiday break I will try to finish the rest of the stories that I have left unfinished. And I will try to do so in a timely manner. But for now, have some Sterek. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so please be gentle.

Warnings: I only know of panic attacks from what I've experienced. I am sorry if I portray them in such a way as to offend anyone.

Pairing: Sterek. AU – ALL Human

What Once Was Mine

Derek Hale strode through the halls that once were such a daunting sight to him, headed towards his dorm room as Resident Advisor of Duke Hall. Despite the memories of his freshman year reminding him that he once hated having to live with three other complete strangers, sharing one bathroom. He had many responsibilities as RA on the first day back from summer vacation, but he opted to ditch the last few events to go check out his room. Not expecting anyone to be in the halls at this time, as most of the freshmen were obligated to participate in the mandatory 'Welcome to the most stressful 4 years of your life' events. So Derek was surprised to find a lone soul wandering around the hall.

"Are you lost?" He asked before he realized it was his own voice, the RA training kicking in immediately. He smiled when the other person jumped and turned around so fast that Derek thought he could give himself whiplash.

Standing before him was a tall, gangly-looking teen holding a neon green tub. Nothing really stood out about this kid, other than the stark contrast between his moles and the pale skin color. He must have come from somewhere up north, as most people here had a tan.

"Y-yeah! I'm looking for my dorm. Is this Duke Hall? I've probably got the wrong building, that's why I cannot find my room. I'm sorry for getting in your way." This kid spoke way to fast for Derek to keep up, however, he managed to catch some things that the kid said.

"This is Duke Hall. You're room is right behind you. Room 209 right?" Derek asked, glancing at the assignment sheet on top of the plastic tub. Grinning like a madman, this kid nearly lost grip on the cumbersome tub as he tried to grab his key from his pocket.

"I'll get the door, don't drop that." Derek sighed, pulling his keys out of his own pocket, and trying to find the correct one. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door releasing the stagnant air from its prison. Coughing a little, he held the door open for the kid holding the ridiculous tub.

Plopping the tub onto one of the two beds, he looked in awe as he examined the room. Typical college setup, two rooms with a shared bathroom, and two beds in each room, nothing to get too excited over.

"Look's like you've found it already son. I'm glad because this box is heavy." A gruff voice spoke behind Derek who wouldn't admit to anyone that it scared him a little. Turning around to face the owner of the voice, Derek was surprised to find the local Sheriff standing behind him. Putting two and two together, Derek realized that this kid was the Sheriff's son.

"I told you to wait until I found the room. I don't want you lifting these heavy boxes. Are you sure you'll behave once I'm gone?" This kid was chastising his own father, the Sheriff. Taking an awkward step backwards, Derek cleared his throat, trying to find a right time to introduce himself.

"Who's this guy?"

"I'm the RA for this wing of the building. My name's Derek Hale." Holding out a hand, he wondered if the Sheriff would even recognize his last name.

"Hale… You're the kid from the Hale fire. The lone survivor if memory serves me. Are you doing alright son?" Nodding as the Sheriff shook his hand, Derek wondered why the kid was looking at him with this weird explanation.

"That's right sir. I'm doing all right, living a student's life. How are you today?" Releasing the breath he was holding when the Sheriff gave him a warm smile, and ended the handshake.

"Doing just fine son, dropping off my only child to face the world by himself today. Stiles, get over here and introduce yourself!" The kid flinched slightly at the command of his father; Derek knew how much harder high school must have been when people know who your father is.

"M-my name's S-Stiles Stilinski, pleased to meet you Derek." Shaking his hand, Derek gave him a nod before returning to the Sheriff.

"How much longer do we have before the rush of parents and students arrive to unpack?" Sheriff Silinski asked giving Derek a knowing glance.

"You have about an hour before the last event ends and the rush begins. Be sure to get the heavy stuff first, as the elevator will have a line before you know it."

Thanking Derek for the advice, Stiles waved goodbye at his retreating form before accompanying his father back downstairs to their car to haul the boxes up to the second floor. True to his word, just after an hour had passed and the crowd arrived in full force and the elevator had a line that extended out to the front doors.

Stiles waved at his father as he drove away from the campus, turning around to start the unpacking process. His roommate had yet to arrive, but he didn't feel comfortable having all these boxes in the way. With a sigh, he tore open the top of the first box and began the long and grueling process.

Derek tried to calm the people down as they arrived into his wing, most of them were loud and rude, trying to get his attention while competing with half a dozen other parents. He caught Stiles' eye as he left his dorm room, and he was about to wave, when another parent asked the same question for the fifth time in a row. He regretting becoming and RA for this reason, taking a breath and responding to the parent who couldn't figure out they were on the second floor and their child's room was on the fifth, he told himself that once this week was over, things would calm down.

Fate just loved to mess with him.

A/N: Yup. So it's over. I apologize for making Derek so cordial, but I can't seem to write him as completely antisocial. He is a college student after all, and I reduced the age gap, if there was one, between Derek and Stiles. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please give me any thoughts you have on the chapter as I said, this is my first time writing Sterek so please be gentle.