It's Almost Normal Looking Mansion on Phoenix Way, Saturday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was still laying on the couch, on his stomach thank you, watching bad television this morning. His back was almost at 100%, but for now he was going to enjoy the wonder of having a place to recuperate that wasn't abandoned or looking like someone might build a meth lab there any moment now.

It was almost novel!

Now he just had to avoid Stiles until he could move normally again.

[[Open, of course!]]

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[robinonadderall]

"Lydia says that back in the day people used sacrifices like this to prepare for war," Stiles said. "I don't think it's a coincidence this stuff started happening at the same time a new pack rolled into town. If the darach hates werewolves enough to start a war against them then, yeah, he'd know all about wolfsbane."

Look at him sharing things with you, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"Or they just hate the new pack." Possible. Because The Alpha Pack was awful. Just awful. "Doesn't sound like hunters."

[robinonadderall]

"I have a list of suspects. Have exactly zero evidence against any of them other than hunches," Stiles said, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. "The patten of the killings changes after every third victim, the darach leaves no evidence behind and the only survivors were hopped up on wolfsbane. I've got nothing."

[justlurkinghere]

"You'll work it out," Derek said, managing to sound dismissive in his confidence. Because insulting needed to happen.

[robinonadderall]

"You realize me working it out will lead to me going after him, right?" Just so we're clear here.

[justlurkinghere]

...why must you hurt him?

"You're not helping here."

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, I'm just trying to be honest," Stiles said. "Figure maybe you'll freak out less if I gave you warning ahead of time."

[justlurkinghere]

"I hate you," Derek grumped, leaning against the side of the couch. "You are you idiot friends."

[robinonadderall]

"Another version of you is in that group of idiot friends," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "Do you want me to get you anything? You should lay on your stomach again, I'll move."

See, now that he had gotten all of his anger out he was capable of being attentive and caring. You just had to put up with all the bullshit first.

[justlurkinghere]

"Fix Netflix," he muttered, twisting a little to flop over on the couch, back toward Stiles. "Mike did something to it."

Mike did no such thing.

[robinonadderall]

"Sure he did," Stiles said wryly as he reached for the remote. "Missing Real Housewives?"

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Yes. It was soothing. Shut up. "Sick of Food Network."

Because he ate half of the kitchen while healing. In his defense, he needed the protein.

[robinonadderall]

"How could you be sick of Food Network?" Blasphemy! It turned out that the Netflix wasn't all that screwed up (maybe one day Derek would learn about the input button) so it didn't take long for Stiles to have it up. "Fixed."

Yeah it wasn't even broken. At all.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, then what excuse would he have to have Stiles come over? God, Stiles.

"Nothing on there is nearby." It was a foodtease.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh my god you're such a baby," Stiles said. If he looked distracted it was because he was debating on moving to give Derek more room to stretch out or staying where he was.

"I'd offer to make you something but I don't want to add food poisoning to your other injuries."

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah. Let's not," Derek replied dryly, solving Stiles' dilemma by shoving his into the spot between the seat and back of the couch behind Stiles. "Order a pizza."

Or ten.

"I owe Mike food."

[robinonadderall]

"How many am I gonna have to get in order to ensure Mike actually gets some pizza?" He knew how you werewolves were.

[justlurkinghere]

It was a wonder the Hale family had managed to feed all the kids in that house.

"...a lot."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. Typical. "Must be nice to have werewolf metabolism."

[justlurkinghere]

"Has it's upsides," Derek muttered, settling in to relax. Slowly, but he was relaxing. "You're a teenager, isn't that supposed to be about the same?"

[robinonadderall]

"Well I'm not gonna be one forever." Pfft, look at him, he was going to be a beanpole until his early 30's at least. "You have any toppings you don't like? 'Cause I'm not ordering eight pepperoni pizzas, I like variety."

[justlurkinghere]

What was wrong with a dozen meat lovers pizzas?

"No olives."

There, you've learned something about him no one else knew.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his eyebrows because, yeah, learning something small like that about Derek was kind of weird. Weird in a good way.

He pulled out his phone and started tapping open his browser so he could order online. "No olives, I see. I'm not much for pineapple. 'Caused many fights between me and Scott."

[justlurkinghere]

That got a very quiet little chuckle and an amused look that could be considered 'douchey' if you were so inclined.

"Pineapple is worth fighting over?"

[robinonadderall]

"Pizza is serious business," Stiles said, trying not to show how pleased he was over the fact that he sort of made Derek laugh. Shh, it was nice even with the douchey look. "This was before the werewolf thing, obviously. Back when I actually stood a chance of beating him in a fight."