June 2012
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Derek rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Stiles. I’m not going to eat you. Today.”
Just then he heard raucous laughter and a shuddering clunk - the sound of someone letting another person fall on one end of a seesaw - followed by spirited swearing. There was shuffling, shoving, the sounds of a tussle, and then more laughter, fading away a little. Derek gracelessly dropped Stiles...
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Derek glared at him a little, but without much heat. “Yes,” he said, and slid his hands down to lock around Stiles’ waist, iron-like, hitch him up a little - not too much, not enough to be seen - and pin him there, against the side panel of the Jeep. “Better?” he asked mockingly, canting his head at Stiles, just daring him to disagree.
Stiles clenched his teeth when Derek...
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Derek gave Stiles a look. “Not like having his son reporting dead bodies buried next to old burnt-out houses was at all awkward, I’m sure,” he said drily, cocking his eyebrow a little at Stiles. He had a half an ear on the men on the playground equipment; they gave no indication yet of leaving, but Derek was willing to be patient. He thought that they might’ve been able to...
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Stiles’ slowing heartbeat ratcheted Derek’s down with it, counter-intuitively, and as he calmed down, the long dark lashes on his closed eyelids flickering against his pale cheeks, Stiles’ scent changed, subtly. The fear hormones drained out for the most part, leaving Stiles smelling less like prey and more like…more like pack. Like one of Derek’s. It was immensely gratifying,...
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Derek cocked his head a quarter-inch to the right. There were many interesting bits of that comment to tease out - that Stiles had done drugs, that he no longer did, that he was eager to exonerate himself of any possible blame, not without reason, because bringing the pack here to a place he knew people frequented would have been uncharacteristically cruel or...
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“Quiet,” Derek hissed again as his eyes shifted colors, speaking more quietly but more forcefully, willing Stiles to shut up and calm down with every cell in his body; he exuded animal calm, animal stillness at him, envisioning it folding around Stiles like an envelope and sealing away his panic behind a wall of perfect quiet. “If you stay still and don’t move, they might not,...
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Derek mostly hadn’t been listening, more interested in the sounds and smells of their environment than in Stiles’ never-ending prattle about flavors of sports drinks. He hefted the other two packages with ease, holding them with one hand and then reaching out and snagging one of the flats away from Stiles, who was struggling a little with the weight. Derek watched him spit his...
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Derek nodded once, again, and cocked his head to tell the betas to go help unload the car. But even as he opened his mouth, Erica was tossing herself into the pile of boy-limbs, snickering wildly, claws out to get in on the game. Jesus, they were all too old to be doing this; bittens were so strange, their instincts all a wild mix of new-wolf urges and human hormones and very...
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Derek watched Stiles restlessly reapportion his fries, stuff his trash away, stand and dust himself off, barely stopping for breath between his words. He was so…nervous, all the time, like a prey animal. It made Derek jumpy, his instincts to pin Stiles to the ground or to forcibly calm him down warring in him, that constant thrum of Stiles’ too-quick heartbeat, spiking whenever...
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Derek grunted around his jawful of hamburger as he separated the bite from the whole. Once he’d chewed it down to a bit more manageable of a mass, he narrowed his eyes a little at Stiles, mostly just baffled by the things that continued to proceed from the bottomless pit of his mouth.
“No, we are not feral,” he said, but even as he did, he wasn’t sure it was fully true. He...
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Derek just gave him a look right back, glaring him down for a moment before bending and snagging up an unmarked drink cup from the cardboard container. When he stood, he took a long sip of cola, narrowing his eyes at Stiles as he drank, his stomach only growling again, even louder. He swallowed, licked his lips, then blinked again.
“Good. Pepsi tastes like deer piss,” he...
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Derek blinked, confused, at his betas stuffing their faces, at Erica’s flat expression melting into one of surprise and then genuine happiness as she grabbed for the insulated milkshake cup and wrapped her un-colored lips around the straw taking a long, blissful sip, eyelashes fluttering. She was rummaging in her fast food bag with her other hand, popping curly fries into her...
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For a moment there was total ringing silence, while his voice echoed away down the musty hallways blurred by dust and cobwebs. Then, suddenly, with a thunder of footsteps utterly unbecoming the sneaky-mysterious werewolf persona, Boyd and Isaac came ripping around the corner at the far end of the hall and charging down on Stiles, falling upon the bags of hamburgers in his hands...
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Stiles reeked of panic, and Derek felt his betas feeding back the ambient stress among them. He backed off of Stiles, letting him go, taking and releasing a deep breath and generally just trying to calm the fuck down, so that everyone else might calm the fuck down, too. Pressing his lips together, he nodded once.
“No. We’re not. The school will be alright for now, at least...
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For a long moment there was no answer; then Derek’s big, sinewy hand clamped down on the scruff of Stiles’ neck and he dragged him further into the copse, pushing him up against a tree. “Quiet,” he rumbled. “They’re right here.” He wasn’t actually angry, just on-alert; he’d only very narrowly missed a run-in with a pair of BHPD deputies that drove by on the way over, and Isaac...
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Derek’s eyes tracked between Stiles and his betas, Isaac nervously readjusting the strap of his backpack over his shoulder, Boyd stuffing a few last odds and ends into the big duffel in Erica’s hands. His nostrils flared as he wondered, not for the first time - hell, not for the tenth time - why Stiles was being so accommodating, when it was nothing but an inconvenience for...
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Derek rolled his eyes a little, but lowered Stiles back to the ground and released him, though he kept him pinned with a glare. He didn’t really think Stiles had told anyone, or that Scott would, but. The fear was still there, bubbling under his skin, making Derek itch. That they would be discovered; that he would wake in the middle of the night to the hunters crashing into the...
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“I don’t trust him, Derek—” Erica started, but he cut her off with a snapping growl, which made her flinch back a little, her hand loosening somewhat on Stiles’ shirt. But she still didn’t exactly let him go.
“Back off of him, Erica,” Derek intoned, but the tone was less “righteously angry on behalf of Stiles’ virtue” than it was “heartily but quietly annoyed that his life had...
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Erica slipped right off of Stiles’ back again, spine stiffening, businesslike, when he said “cops” and “Isaac” in the same sentence. Her eyes flashed gold, making Boyd’s mirror them across the yawning, cold space. “How did the police find us here, Stiles?” she said, voice edging on a snarl as she grabbed him, spun him around, getting up in his space. She braced her hand in his...
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When the voice came, however, it was not from Boyd in the far end of the room, but from Erica, who had sneaked up right behind Stiles and was now wrapping her long arms around him, claws of her right hand sliding threateningly out over his heart. What Derek didn’t know about her threatening Stiles wouldn’t hurt him. “Stiles,” she purred, as if happy to see him, though in fact...
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How often was Stiles Stilinski invited to a party? Like, a real party, with his classmates, and all the ‘beautiful’ people? He couldn’t actually remember a time when he’d been actively invited. Sure, he knew it was because Scott had put a good word in for him among the high school elite (it was difficult for him to be a star player and not have some sway with those of a...
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Secret.
There was a kind of quiet loneliness in keeping secrets. Comfort, maybe, in the idea that no other soul on Earth would ever figure it out. Maybe there was even an ego-boost: I can keep this secret from everyone, which must mean I am better than everyone—cue evil arch-nemesis laugh.
He’d become quite good at keeping secrets. Maybe far too good, if his mom had still been alive to tell...
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