Causeway Parking Lot, Monday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

You might think that waking up after a strange weekend where you were happily married and no one was actively trying to kill you anymore was a good thing. Because it showed that somewhere along the line, things went well for Derek.

You would be wrong. Because Derek was waking up in the backseat of a shitty blue jeep, with doggie bags from Denny's, condom wrappers, and someone with him... was possibly the worst Monday morning ever.

This was counting that one time he woke up in a pile of leaves, yes.

So, hopefully Stiles would forgive him for shoving him away and scrambling for the door handle like a cornered animal.

[[For the husband no more! And NFB please!]]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

Flannel was awesome, how dare you!

"You go ahead. I'm gonna clean out the jeep." And have his freak out in private because that was just what Stiles did.

[justlurkinghere]

Well good! Derek would just repress everything he could in the privacy of his bedroom. While not hugging the dog.

"You do that," Derek snapped. "Use bleach. It reeks."

Wow, you guys were really keeping up the good ol' Beacon Hills tradition of no one telling each other the truth.

[robinonadderall]

Being open and honest would have been the smart, logical thing to do and we can't have that!

"I'll keep that in mind, Martha Stewart, thanks." Yeah, bleach wasn't gonna work. At least cleaning would give someplace for Stiles to vent his misplaced anger and frustration.