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He could hear Scott before he seen him. His voice bouncing off the walls and carrying all the way down the corridor, yelling about Derek...Again.
"Don't you see?!" Scott screeched, "He's just using you for his own reasons, he just wants power. He just wants to ruin your lives because he's a sick masochistic bastard like that!" God Scott, you just always repeat the same arguments over and over, your like a broken record. Do you even understand why he killed Peter? Why he's building up a new pack? Stiles sometimes wants to slap Scott for the amount off shit he doesn't know, for the amount of things he assumes.
By the time Stiles had reached the doors, there was the noise of scuffling and occasional grunts of pain. Was he honestly trying to fight Derek again? Sighing he pulled open the doors and quietly observed Scott flinging about the bodies of Erica and Issac. Although they were putting up a new fight, they were new to this life and Scott could handle them without even flinching. When finally the bodies of Issac and Erica lay panting on the floor, Scott smirked and slid them over to Derek's feet. Before turning to Boyd,
"Do you get it now how weak they are? How he is using them for his own selfish purposes? Boyd, please don't accept his offer. It's a curse." Scott shook his head, "It's not just the hunters or the full moon, it's the fact that he'll screw you over in the end. It might not even take Boyd. You could die."
There was a moment of silence and just as Derek turned, smirking, eyes red and claws extended, Stiles stepped in. Just to save Scott from being beaten and humiliated, after all he was still like a brother to him.
He walked right up to Derek, place a hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't hurt him, he just doesn't understand. Please Derek, i'll explain to him." He almost expected him to turn around and rip his throat out, but instead he nodded and put away his wolfishness before glaring pointedly at the hand on his shoulder. Blushing Stiles retracted his hand as though he'd been burnt ,before awkwardly slipping and sliding trying to get to Scott's side.
Once he'd made it without dying he cleared his throat turning, firstly. to Boyd. "Umm- Hey Boyd, you're looking Great! Been working out? Well duh, because no one is born that way i mean-"
"Stiles!"
"Oh right, yeah sorry sometimes i just ramble-" Then once again a sea of red covered his neck and cheeks, because his mouth was uncontrollable, "Anyway, i just wanna say that if you want the bite, you take it." There was a noise of disagreement from Scott but Stiles waved a hand in his direction telling him to shut it. "Sure sometimes it doesn't take, like Lydia, but i think because you are so young that Derek is choosing you because you have a likelier chance of surviving. Also hunters, full moon, control, once you get adjusted it's fairly easy. Just don't kill anyone! As for the power aspect and pack stuff well... that's not my forte so you'll need to ask Derek about that."
Then the most amazing thing happened, Derek Hale smiled at him. Well he had only taken a glance, out of the corner of his eye but he was fairly sure he could see Derek's pearly whites for a brief moment. Boyd nodded in his direction, and then smiled sadly to Scott.
"I know that you didn't want me to, but i accepted anyway." He lifted up his sweater and surely enough, here was a bite mark above his hip bone. "I'm sorry Scott."
Stiles shook is head, Boyd didn't need to apologize to anyone. Oh well now he had to face the music. "Scott-"
"Don't Stiles just don't okay? I can't believe you'd pick Derek Hale, of all people, over me. I mean, clearly he must be feeding you the same bullshit he's feeding them because we all know that Derek is a power hungry physcopath!"
If Stiles wasn't annoyed at Scott before, he was livid at him now. How dare you Scott?! You just assume, and i'll have you know that Derek is not talking to me at all! Also you call him a control freak, you are trying to rule others lives, including my own!!!! That's what stiles wanted to say but instead he just nodded, frowning down at his shoes and muttered, " Sorry Scott, I know how hard it is for you. Your just trying to help others."
Scott nodded harshly and started to walk, beckoning Stiles to follow. "Do you need a ride?"
Thinking about earlier when Erica knocked him out with that piece of engine, he flinched, and told Scott that'd be great.
The next morning Stiles got up, showered and walked downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Instead of his father at the breakfast table, there was a small note on the island next to Stiles' car keys. He sighed knowing what it meant, that his dad would be working again and missing dinner again and Stilinski bonding time again. Stiles knows that he should be thankful his dad has a good job, which he loves doing but right there and then Stiles promised himself that for the sake of his kids he'd never become a cop.
He glanced at the clock and looked twice, somehow he still had a whole freaking hour before he needed to leave for school. So what to do? Absent mindingly he popped about 3 or 4 adderall in his mouth, washing it down with some orange juice.
"You know you shouldn't drink from the carton, it's very... unhygienic."
"Oh my god! What the hell?!" Gasping and trying to calm his beating heart, Stiles found a very smug looking Derek Hale. In his kitchen. Like right now. "How did you even get in?"
Derek looked at him expectingly, grabbing four slices of bread and stuffed them into the toaster. Rolling his eyes Stiles mumbled, "The window, how else? You wolves don't know what a freaking door is." Then so Derek could hear him-not that he couldn't before cause wolfy senses and stuff- "Hey is some of that for me?"
Derek scoffed, "No of course not, this is barely enough for me." Then turned towards the refridgerator to get the butter, why not help yourself, thinks Stiles.
"Yeah well, you suck, so i am making pancakes! Oh and the spreads are in the 3rd cupboard on you left, and the cutlery drawer is just by your right hip" Grabbing the ingreditents, he proceeded to make pancakes. Whilst Derek bustled about spreading butter, jam, nutella?
Finally after about twetny minutes they were both sitting eating pancakes. Yes, for some reason Stiles had made Derek pancakes too without even realizing it. The orange juice sure did compliment them well... wait orange juice? Was Derek drinking- yup, yup he was.
"What hapened to the Orange juice being unhygienic after i left my saliva all over the carton? Your still drinking it." Ha ha beat that oh great Alpha!
"I don't mind as long as it your saliva Stiles." Muttered Derek.
No, definitely heard that wong, blushed Stiles, "Emm... what d'you say- i didn't quite catch-"
"I said I am too thirsty to care Stiles." Derek spoke clearer this time but had a slight red tint to his beautiful cheekones which- wait, wait rewind. Did he just say Derek had beautiful cheekbones? Cause he didn't find Derek attractive, like not at all. I mean it's not like he had a rocking body, and great hair which he'd-
"Stiles!" Shouted Derek pulling him from his very, very wrong thoughts which... yea.
"Sorry, i just zoned off for a minute. It's the adderall I go all crazy and y'know."
Nodding slowly Derek cleared is throat. "I came here this morning, not only for your kickass pancakes-"
"Thanks man!" Stiles interjected and smiles at him. Which he returned, he must be living a dream...
"But to say thank you, for last night. I'm glad at least one of you don't just jump to assumtions. I mean i am not sayingthat what i done to Scott was right, case i know it was wrong. I led him on, and then took away his chances but we just- I didn't want to take the risk y'know. The stories about beta's killing their alphas to be cured was just a way of getting a new alpha. Look, Scott hates being an omega, nevermind a beta in a pack. So I knew that if he became and alpha, it'd be too much for him. Yet again not insulting him, he just can't control himself half the time, you had to each him for christ sake, if he'd have killed Peter. Half the town would probably be dead by now, incuding you."
Stiles sucked in a breath at that, harsh reality but it was true. Nodding Stiles gave him another grin which was return by Dereks SECOND shy smile of the day! "No need to thank me, Derek i'll always be on your side... probably"
They both laughed at that for a few seconds before Derek started to shove him out of his chair. "You gotta get to school now, or you'll be late."
Wait what? They'd been talking that long? "But the plates-"
"I'll do the dishes Stiles now go!" And with that Derek gave him one last gently shove out of the kitchen door.
Stiles took two stairs at a time, flung the covers over his bed messily, grabbed his book bag from the desk before snagging his red hoodie from the hook on the door. He made his way out to the jeep, flung his bag on the floor, stuffed his feet into his old, worn but comfy chucks before searching his body for keys. He groaned when he realised they were on the island with his phone. He sprinted back inside, snickered at Derek (who was actually wearing an apron, jesus) shoved the two items in questions in his pockets and recieved a ruffling of hair from Derek. Just as he was shutting the door over he paused before shout, "See you later Derek! Oh by the way, maid my bed needs to be made."
"Shut it Stiles!" was the muffled reply.
He still hadn't stopped cackling when he arrived at the school...