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Derek knew he wasn't the best Alpha in the world, hell he was probably one of the worst Alpha's anyone would come across. He rushed in head first and got his pack hurt on a regular occasion. But hearing it from Stiles just made it all that bit more worse, but what did Stiles know about being an Alpha and the plans and danger you had to put yourself in? "I'd like to see you do better, Stilinski." Derek sneered, his top lip curling in the rage he felt. "Next time something comes up you can figure everything out, keep everyone alive. How does that sound?"

Brushing off what he just said, Derek sighed but the tension was there now and he would be unable to relax completely. Not that he could relax completely whilst with Stiles.

                Not at all. And that was the story he was sticking with.

"You should change your clothes on a better basis, you smell like something died and you're keeping it pocketed." Derek would be lying if he said tugging on Stiles hair didn't entertain him, seeing the conflicting emotions on Stiles face was better then anything he could find on the television. He didn't know when it happened but annoying Stiles had become high up on his regular day to day activities. "Oh I did." Derek didn't share the laugh, but his lips curled into a h a p p y grin, suddenly reminded of how he and Laura used to be. "Jealousy? I don't get jealous over anything to do with you, Stiles." Finally he let go of the hair, feeling a little awkward.

Oh.

Oh.

Now Derek felt even more awkward, like a fifteen year old again making a fool of himself in front of.. a certain older woman. "..Shut up." Derek growled the words out, hoping that would be the last he heard of that but he doubted it - after all it was Stiles.

His hand and blunt human nails scrapped down the denim covering his thigh, digging in a little harder when Stiles laughed. "We're in modern times now, I'm sure you could find something." Derek opened his mouth to continue but it snapped shut, heat rising up his neck. Did Stiles just say what he thought he had said? "Who looks like me? What?"

Derek had more questions to ask but suddenly Stiles was jumping up and Derek went into attack mode. His eyes glaring red and his once blunt nails turning into claws, cutting into his leg. "What the hell, Stiles?"

It probably sounded more like a snarl then he intended but seriously? That was the biggest overreaction he had ever witnessed.

"Why do we need to do that? All they'll show us is Scott getting his ass beat and that's about it." He pushed off the desk, pacing in front of the teenager, "Fancy revealing the rest of the plan to me or do I have to read your mind to get it out now?" His feet stopped pacing and he turned to face Stiles, his jaw set. "What if they're still there?"

So would you call us allies?

Stiles could feel the judging-eyebrows. Derek had so freaking expressive eyebrows, holy hell, how was that even possible? Obviously Stiles was the only person in this town who couldn’t express himself by doing nothing but moving his eyebrows. — He didn’t have as bushy eyebrows as Derek anyway but that really wasn’t the point now…

Though, at some point he did actually wonder if Derek had a phase where he got that bush trimmed. Hah. Perfect pun, too bad that speaking it out would lead to losing one hand or his head.

“Says the big bad Alpha with the worst last-minute plans I know.” The fact that he didn’t know other Alphas - yet - was not important at all here.

“Might be because I did sleep in them, Sherlock Holmes.” It’s not like Stiles needed to be dressed fancy to sit at his laptop, duh. Of course he knew that he didn’t look much better when he was outside, either, but he couldn’t help it. He was just about to add something else when he had hands tugging at his hair and froze. — What the… “You didn’t.” He muffled, trying to fight the laughter bubbling up in his throat only to end up chuckling like a giant dork. “I can sense some jealousy right here, Mr. Alpha.”

“No. No, oh my god. I said that you think that I think that you are Adonis. —Not that I think you are Adonis!” Awkward. And with Derek leaning up against his Desk and making it very, very difficult for Stiles to keep his eyes on the other’s face, thing kept getting worse.

When Derek finally told him what he need, the teen couldn’t help it but laugh. “You do realize that I am not an FBI Agent, right? I don’t even know there names let alone what they look like, how am I supposed to do that? What I can do is do find out who that guy on the previous gif was that totally looked like you.” Of. Course. He’d find a way, maybe look through the videos from the security cameras in the hospital

                                                     —Wait.

Security cameras in the hospital.

Shit. Shit. Shit! His Dad would definitely check them to figure out where the hell Isaac and that mysterious chick went and then see Scott’s epic Werewolf fight with the Alpha and —Derek. “Derek!” He jumped up from his seat — If the Alpha had said anything on his porn star look-a-like who’s videos Stiles so was going to check out tonight,then he hadn’t heard it, seeing how his brain went all on ‘cooking mood’. “We need to go back to the hospital and get the videos!”

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Derek waited for a response from Stiles that he could class as an actual insult but found that it was not to come. Instead he watched the expression on Stiles face change, he himself ignoring the sudden influx of heat in his palm. The rustle of a jacket caused Derek to take a step back, knowing he could easily be punched in the face if Stiles suddenly start to flail as he was known to do.

With his next words, Derek's eyes narrowed smaller then he had thought possible.

"What do you mean, no?" Derek's fist tightened into a ball as Stiles... actually made a valid point. Everytime they came within touching distance, Stiles and he always seemed to land themselves into a whole heap of trouble. But at least if the kid was with him he could make sure he wasn't off somewhere getting himself killed.

"Buddy? Did you just call me buddy?" His balled fist shot out to stop Stiles from getting past him and for him to run off and make sure Scott kept Derek a million miles away. "This isn't just for me, Stiles. Do you want something to happen to Isaac? Scott? What about your dad? You think the Alpha's will stick with just us? You'd be mistaken if you did."

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His expression twisted somewhere between a scoff and a general kiss of disdain, “Yeah, well — ” the response was on the tip of his tongue, a readied retort positively dripping with his characteristic sarcasm when he swallowed it back, temporarily kept by the realization that the lycanthrope still had a hand on his arm. The boy made a point of slanting his eyes towards it, shrugging his jacket loosely back into play after it’d been removed all while trying to ignore whatever heat had begun to fester beneath the touch. Wolves. He straightened. “Uhhh, let me think about that — yeah how about no? Okay, every time I end up getting dragged into one of your insane villainous plots it’s my ass that somehow ends up on the line so uh, you can fend for yourself there, buddy,” and he enunciated the last word with a pointed look and an almost cluck of the tongue before he aimed to try and divert around the other, quite content to try and put whatever distance he could between the alpha and what seemed a general resentment towards rejection. 

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The desk he was sat at was covered in papers, some of them newspapers, others printed on card. His attempt at collecting anything on the pack had at least been a little successful, even if nothing in the collection would help him much. He sighed and sat back in his chair, closing his eyes as his uncle's familiar voice sounded. "Hard to handle? Are you crazy, Peter?" Derek's eyes shot open and he slammed his palm down onto the wooden desk. "It's all useless, we've been everywhere for this and it's not going to help in the slightest."

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Peter walked over to Derek and smirked slightly, looking over at the papers in his hand. “This should be easy, the pack doesn’t seem that hard to handle.” He raised his eyebrow over at the Alpha. “Did you get anything new?”

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Derek wasn't sure if the silence meant anything, although this was Stiles they were talking about.. Stiles as a rule didn't actually like to be quiet. Even if the kid was sitting in silence he still moved around enough to create more noise than a hurricane would. He scoffed, his hand gripping onto the side of the desk as he looked Stiles over - resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the teens obvious thoughts. "Think harder Stiles, I don't think you've burst every brain cell just yet."

His fingers leafed through various papers stacked on Stiles desk, nothing of interest was to be found hidden inside. It was quite a surprise for the alpha. "You're never right, Stiles." Derek sighed as the dropped the papers back down onto the computer desk. The glare he shot down at Stiles still sat on that stupid chair, Derek rested his back against the hard wooden desk behind him and kicked at the chair with his feet.

"That's real funny coming from you, I look like a car wreck? Your clothes are crumpled enough that I'd say you slept in them. Do you ever put water on your hair?" To annunciate his point Derek reached forward and tugged at Stiles' ever-growing hair.

"I'm Adonis?" One of Derek's eyebrows rose, staring at Stiles slightly more amused then he had been previously. "I see." "Actually it was to distract you whilst you were surfing the Internet. I just hadn't been expecting you to be doing that kind of thing."

Derek relaxed against the desk, actually practically sitting on it now. "Find me everything you can find about them, about where they come from - their family life, their favorite color.. Must I continue?"

Oh Stiles would have loved to share his theory about Derek’s interactions quiet a lot, but seeing how this would only show how much he’d been thinking about it and how he had already managed to embarrass himself by misunderstanding the Alpha, he decided, probably for the one and only time in his life, to shut up and simply shrug it off. Maybe another day. With a letter signed by Anonymous and soaked in Scott’s deodoranth so the scent didn’t give anything away.

—The fact that Stiles was thinking about this right now showed how fucked he was. Goddammit, brain!

“You know I’m right.” Was the first thing he shoot back again when turned around on his chair and watched Derek walk through his room. —This shouldn’t feel like his Dad subtle looking around in his room to find some dirty magazines… But it did. And Stiles couldn’t help it but wear the most smug smile ever since, nope, no one was going to find anything, not even Mr. I-Don’t-Know-What-Privacy-is.

“It’s pretty difficult to look away. You are like a car wreck.” Oh. Oh they were back on five-year-old’s-niveu. An improvement seeing how at least they were talking again, right?

“Now, stop acting like you are adonis and I can’t take my eyes off you because you are, well, Adonis, and tell me what exactly you stopped by for. Pretty sure it’s not to distract me while surfing through the Internet, huh?”

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The brunette was putting her hair up in a ponytail to get ready to start training, she needed to keep herself busy if she was just going to sit around in Derek’s old home. There was no way she was just going to be there and do nothing, she heard the door open and smiled, hearing the familiar steps. “Hello Derek, welcome home.” She said smiling even before he came into the room.

He hadn't been expecting anyone to be there when he walked in, so the sound of movement had Derek become tense, his claws springing to action as he stepped through the doorway. He and his pack couldn't be too careful nowadays with the Alpha's running around everywhere. As a voice cut through the silence he sighed and closed his fist, "Cora." Derek stepped out from the shadows of the hall into the room Cora was occupying, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Getting ready to train?" He arched his back and let his leather jacket slip off, catching it before it hit the ground to place it on the side. "Mind if I join?"

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Derek sneered at the woman, all he had to do was keep his heart rate steady and she wouldn't detect anything. "I'm not scared of anything, Kali."

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“He’s part of the pack. He’s like family. Respecting his order is what I’ll do.” She hated when people questioned her loyalty. “Scared to face him?”

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“Just because my list of sexual activity isn’t as long as Mr. Broodypants, doesn’t mean I need to resea— Oh. Oh.” Awkward. ”First of all; it’s not like there’s a How-To-Fight-An-Alpha-Pack Blog on the Internet, so, really, I don’t even know what I’m trying to find. And seeing how I actually did end up with something… quiet interesting, it’s actually a win.” Stiles mumbled before he saved the link to the Sex-Blog and shut it only to switch back to Google again.

“That was low. — But since we are talking about someone looking like an Idiot… You should stop pressing your lips together and giving me that judging look; that makes you look like an idiot.”

His eyes narrowed at Stiles, staying silent for a few moments before finally opening his mouth; "How long do you think my list it? Wait, don't answer that." Derek rolled his eyes at yet another nickname, did this kid ever come up with anything original? "Besides - I wasn't talking about that kind of research  listen more carefully next time." A long loud sigh left his lips as Stiles continued to ramble at him, Derek took the chance to move away from the desk - running his hands over various items in Stiles room. It was hardly the first time he'd been in there but he took his time, waiting for Stiles to be done with his laptop so he could talk to him without having to think about what Stiles had been looking at when he arrived. "Whatever you say."

Derek turned his face away, hiding the small smile that his lips refused to not cast. Stiles did at least humour Derek in a way that nobody else seemed to, "Stop looking at me so much then. You won't notice it that way." If Stiles wanted to play it that way, then Derek was only happy to oblige  It wasn't like he was in a rush.

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A week in and already school had become irritatingly unbearable; then again, what was the promise of seven hours at an uncomfortable desk while the threat of werewolves grew exponentially? The bell rung, shaking the Stilinski from his reservoir. Finally — lunch. Scrambling out of his chair with typical impatience, the boy threw his things together and ducked out of the room. He was just turning a corner, forcing a book into a too small gap of his book bag when he nearly ran into a recognizable mass of muscle and attitude. “C’mon, seriously? —- ” his voice was exasperated and echoed by a heavy exhale as he looked over the man in front of him, “you know I almost thought we were past the whole suddenly appearing thing.”

Derek detested being anywhere near the High School, his own memories of his time there mixed in with that awful stench of hundreds of adolescents packed together leering over their textbooks choked to the brim full of hormones. But he needed something, and needing something meant he had to go back there in order to get it. He could feel the teenagers staring at him as he passed them, their whispers deafening in his ears but he had become used to it. Earlier that morning he had spoken to Isaac, inquired if he knew where Stiles would be at certain times. So it was only typical of the young human to run straight into him. Derek put his arms out in front of him, gripping onto Stiles to make sure he didn't fall over - his own face in his usual stoic expression. "If you would watch where you were going we wouldn't have the whole appearing thing, would we? It's not my fault you walk with your head down." As he spoke he noticed his hand still gripping Stiles shoulder, his palm felt like it was burning so he let go, bringing his arm back to his side. "I need you to do something for me."

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