justlurkinghere | Stilinski Family Home Thru Beacon Hills Hospital, Wednesday Afternoon/Evening (Reply)

Derek	You know what was completely normal to do when on the run from the police? Showing up in a teenager's room. Not only that, but showing up in the room of the teenager who helped accuse you of the crimes you're wanted for and is the local sheriff's son. It could easily be blamed on the fact that he somehow fell into trusting the Stiles he knew better than this one. So, that would be the totally legit reasoning behind him standing in Stiles' room, waiting for him to get home from school.
Sheriff Stilinski	And speak of the law enforcement devil... "Hey, Stiles!"
Stiles	Figures, Stiles barely had a chance to sit down at his computer and now somebody was bothering him. Can't a teenage boy have one second to look at porn? Sheesh. "Yo D--" Stiles swirled around in his seat, eyes widening when he saw a creeperwolf in his room. "--Derek!"
Derek	No, Stiles. No, they cannot. Do that in your spare time that doesn't involve wanted criminals or murderous werewolves. Derek put a finger to his lips like that would make everything fine and dandy. Why did you have to be the noisiest person--save for Pinkie--that Derek knew? He could hear the sheriff approaching and took a step back to get out of sight from the doorway as he frantically gestured toward the door. You take care of that, other Stiles or so help him.
Stiles	Stiles flailed and flung himself out of his chair to reach his bedroom door before his dad could walk in. "Dad!" Because Dad sounded like Derek, sure. "Yo, Dad."
Sheriff Stilinski	It totally did not. Which would be why the Sheriff was forced to ask, "What'd you say?"
Stiles	"I said Dad. You know, your name," Stiles said. "Well, not your name, but you know what I mean. Dad. Which is what I call you."
Sheriff Stilinski	Because his name was never to be known. Ever. Sorry, folks. Just call him whatever you want because that name is never happening. The sheriff shook off Stiles' usual bit of strange behavior before soldiering on. "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game." Look how proud he was of you, Stiles. Look at it.
Stiles	"My first game." Why oh why did he get the feeling his first game wasn't going to go well now? You were the bearer of ill tidings, Derek. "Good. That's great."
Sheriff Stilinski	It was kind of his job to be, Stiles. "I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." Laying it on a little thick there, Sheriff.
Stiles	"Thanks, me too." Oh god he couldn't handle this right now, Derek freaking Hale was in his room, probably rifling through his stuff. There was private stuff in there! "I mean, I'm happy and proud of...myself."
Sheriff Stilinski	Which is exactly why this was being dragged right on out. "So they're really gonna let you play, right?" he asked, just to confirm this was real life. And not just fantasy. He wasn't caught in a landslide either.
Stiles	"Yeah, Dad, I'm first line," Stiles said, sounding a little surprised by that himself. "Believe that?"
Sheriff Stilinski	"I'm very proud," he felt the need to say again, going in for a hug.
Stiles	"Oh, me too. Again. Oh, hug--" This was the most awkward hug ever. "Huggie, hug, hug..."
Sheriff Stilinski	Says you, Stiles. "See you there," he said with a nod once he pulled away. If he was giving Stiles confused looks as he left, well that was all because he was just so damn proud.
Stiles	"Take it easy," Stiles said, stepping back into his room. "I'm sorry--oh god!" Personal space, Derek!
Derek	Nuh uh. You don't get to tell him that, other Stiles. Derek pinned him in place against the door as soon as it was shut, getting all up in his grill. Like a reasonable adult. Honestly, just ask Chris Argent about it. "If you say one word–-" Because he liked the Sheriff, okay? He did not want to have to do anything to escape.
Stiles	"Oh, what, you mean like 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room bring your gun'?" Pretty impressive bravado from someone who was still scared of Derek.
Derek	And somehow it wasn't all that surprising to Derek. Somehow. He didn't take a step back, but he dropped his hold on Stiles to acknowledge how far up shit creek he really was in this situation.
Stiles	"Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles pushed his luck by straightening out Derek's jacket after he said that.
Derek	Derek so politely returned the favour by straightening out Stiles' jacket. But then he also politely waited until Stiles was moving away before suddenly bobbing his head at the kid like he was about to attack. Because it was the little things in life that kept him sane.
Stiles	"Oh my god!" Didn't it feel good to have a Stiles in your life that was still scared of you, Derek?
Derek	Tiny bit. But only when he got nostalgic. "Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked, now that pecking order had been established.
Stiles	"No, he's still working on it. But there's something else we can try," Stiles said. "The night we were trapped at the school Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
Derek	"So?" See, this is why Derek wasn't the Nancy Drew of the group.
Stiles	Stiles rolled his eyes. "So it wasn't Scott."
Derek	Helpful, Stilinski. Real helpful. "Well, can you find out who sent it?"
Stiles	"No, not me," Stiles said, already pulling his phone out of his pocket. "But I think I know somebody who can."

Danny	"You want me to do what?" Danny was not about to start in with your weird shenanigans, Stiles. Especially not when there was an overly attractive angry guy in the room, texting. Because he'd seen enough porn to know where this was going.
Stiles	"Trace a text." So simple, Danny. Except for the fact that Stiles couldn't do it himself.
Danny	Of course Stiles couldn't do it himself. "I came here to do lab work," Danny reminded him. "That's what lab partners do." Not engaging in illegal activities in the Sheriff's house. See this? This right here is why you are a social pariah, Stiles.
Stiles	"And we will," Stiles assured him. "Once you trace the text."
Danny	Ugh, the worst. "And what makes you think I know how?"
Stiles	"I looked up your arrest report so..." It wasn't personal, Danny! He looked up everybody's arrest report!
Danny	...rude, Stiles. So rude. "I was 13. They dropped the charges," Danny said quickly. In case that made a difference.
Stiles	"Whatever." Just help him out, Danny, goddammit!
Danny	You can't make him! "No, we're doing lab work," Danny said, taking a seat. He glanced back at the angry guy again. Yup. Still way too attractive to hang out with Stilinski.
Stiles	Stiles looked at Danny, then at Derek and then back to Danny again. "Oh..." This could work out nicely for him.
Danny	"Who's he again?" Danny asked, quickly looking away before he was noticed. Too late, Danny. Too late.
Derek	He was right in the room, guys. Derek glanced up from his phone to glare at Stiles to get this goddamn plan of his going. He was texting the other Stiles about how terrible his room was, so there was that.
Stiles	"He's um...my cousin." Sure, that would work. "Miguel."
Danny	Cousin. Right. "Is that blood on his shirt?" Oh god, what was he getting into here?
Stiles	Oh for god's sake, Derek. You couldn't even change your shirt while being on the run from the cops? "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles turned towards Derek and cleared his throat. "Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." He turned back to Danny to work his Stilinski charm to get what he wanted. "So, anyway about that text..."
Derek	Stiles, they had established you are charm-free already. Just deal with it. Derek huffed in annoyance, tossing his phone down onto Stiles' bed before going to find a damn shirt. This would be so much easier if his own shirts were mixed up in there like they normally wer--okay, that was not a line of thought he needed to finish with this other version of Stiles. Ever. "Stiles. These don't fit."
Danny	Excuse Danny while he stared for a little bit. And wondered once again, just what shady crap Stiles was doing to have this guy angrily stripping for him.
Stiles	"Then try something else on," Stiles said. The 'duh' was implied.
Derek	"None of these fit," Derek snapped. It was very annoying Stiles. Can't you understand that. Also, he didn't wear orange well. It made him look sallow.
Stiles	"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles said, nudging Danny. "What do you think, Danny?"
Danny	Danny, on the other hand, thought it fit very nicely. You know what else would fit? Danny and 'Miguel' on that bed. Was this some kind of punishment for not answering Stiles' 'am I attractive to gay guys' question? Was it? "It's-–it's not really his color," Danny said, trying not to turn red.
Stiles	Stiles smiled. He was totally going to get what he wanted. "You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"
Danny	"You're a horrible person," Danny informed him, watching as another shirt was removed.
Stiles	"I know, it keeps me up at night," Stiles said. "So about that text..."
Danny	Danny grabbed the computer, hating his life right now. "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."
Stiles	Stiles turned around and gave Derek a clear "see, I'm a genius" look. Because he was one.
Derek	Derek was going to exact brutal revenge for this, Stiles. On all Stiles everywhere. Maybe. With sulking. And he was keeping a shirt on now. You little jackass.
Danny	"There. The text was sent from a computer," Danny said after some fancy Hollywood style hacking that doesn't need to be shown. It happened. End of story. "This one." On the screen, for some reason, read the name 'Melissa McCall'. Oh, what a twist!
Derek Hale	"Registered to that account name?" Derek confirmed needlessly as he made Danny's life by leaning over his and Stiles' shoulders.
Stiles	Too bad this Stiles wasn't the one that would appreciate it. "No, no, no that can't be right."

Derek	Yes, Derek probably should have let Stiles go play in his dumb lacrosse game rather than check out the only lead they had on the real identity of the Alpha. But he needed a ride there. And shut up. It wasn't like the kid was rushing off as soon as he could. In fact, he was so kindly playing Nancy Drew with Scott on the phone for him.
Scott	"Did you get the picture?"
Stiles	He wasn't rushing off because unlike Scott McCall, Stiles could keep his priorities straight. "Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing."
Derek	Derek grabbed at Stiles' hand with far too much familiarity as he chimed into the conversation, "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something." Personal space was a thing of the past, Stiles 1.0
Scott	"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open," Scott replied with a sigh. "There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing." God, Derek. But, back to Stiles. Who was way more important than you, Derek. "And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line." Somewhere in the background, Finstock could be heard yelling about someone named 'Bilinski'. "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."
Stiles	Stiles was wincing as he took back his own goddamn hand so he could answer Scott. Dammit, Derek. "I know. Look, if you see my dad, tell him--" Stiles sighed, because he was about to become a disappointment of a son again. "Just tell him I'll be a little bit late, okay? Thanks."
Derek	"You're not going to make it," Derek reminded him. And, was that a hint of guilt for dragging this Stiles into dangerous situations? Was it? He made it through all of this and without any harm as far as Derek could tell with his Stiles.
Stiles	"I know." Again, he had his priorities in order.
Derek	"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."
Stiles	"Not until we find out the truth." Because he so did not believe Melissa had anything to do with this.
Derek	Fair enough, Derek had to grant him. "By the way, one more thing," he said, reaching up to smack the kid upside the head. The initial urge to do worse was promptly squashed by certain feelings he might have had.
Stiles	Stiles yelped, reaching back as though his head was damaged somehow from that light cuff. "What the hell was that for?!"
Derek	"You know what that was for," Derek snapped, pointing toward Stiles' door. "Go. Go!" Yes, go inside and check to see if a murderous alpha is there in the form of Mrs. McCall. Which. No. But maybe they could find out more from her.
Stiles	"Fine!" You were the worst, Derek. Stiles stumbled out of the jeep and went into the place. It was pretty empty for a medical facility. Like creepily empty. After a few minutes wandering the halls he called Derek. "Yeah, she's not here."
Derek	Derek sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle." And she was kind of rude.
Stiles	"Yeah, well, he's not here either." Creepily empty, okay!
Derek	"What?" This was not going as planned at all. Just like his life never went along with the good plan!
Stiles	"He's not here," Stiles said. "He's gone, Derek." Stiles was not putting two and two together here.
Derek	And Derek was! Oh, first season. You were so full of promise. "Stiles, get out of there right now. It's him," Derek shouted needlessly into the phone as he shoved open the door of Stiles' jeep to get inside. "He's the Alpha! Get out!"
Peter	And while Derek was being a big ol' drama queen, Peter was leaning against the wall, just waiting for Stiles to turn his way. "You must be Stiles." On the other end of the hallway was the missing nurse, looking nice and menacing. Because why not? "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over," nurse not important to the plot said.
Stiles	Stiles whipped his head around at the two, all the pieces fitting together in his head. "You---and him?" He faced Peter again. "You're the one that's---oh god, I'm gonna die."
Derek	Yeah, meet the Hale family drama, Stiles. Luckily for you, Derek picked that moment to arrive on scene, elbowing the nurse in the face to put her down for the count. Aren't you impressed? Be impressed.
Peter	"That's not nice. She's my nurse."
Derek	"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people," Derek replied. Then, almost as an afterthought added, "Get out of the way." Aren't you glad to be there, Stiles?
Stiles	He could be playing lacrosse right now instead of being in a werewolf rumble, for fuck's sake. "Oh damn." Then he slumped to the floor. He was crawling the hell out of the way.
Peter	Well, lucky for him, Peter didn't even seem to notice his existence as he stalked toward Derek. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" he demanded.
Derek	And yeah. The thought had crossed Derek's mind in the few minutes since he found out the identity of the alpha. No wonder neither Laura nor Stiles would tell him. Really, how stupid could he have been to let them get out of answering him? Keeping with the proud werewolf tradition of needless jumping off walls for an attack, Derek tried to draw Peter's attention away from Stiles, moving to the opposite side of the hallway before being slammed ruthlessly into the wall. Yeah, this was why he wanted the help in taking an alpha down. This right here.
Peter	Once Derek was on the ground, he grabbed him by the throat, dragging his nephew along toward where the body of his nurse lay. Where did that teenager get off to? Never mind now. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct," he informed Derek softly. He dropped his old, turning his back to him as he grabbed a set of keys from his nurse's pocket.
Derek	It was something Derek really wanted to believe. Because the idea that Peter could have accidentally killed Laura was preferable to it being in cold blood. But the marks on the side of the deer. The hiding... "You want forgiveness?" Derek said forcing himself up despite the pain and taking another swing at Peter.
Peter	"I want understanding." It was almost adorable how Derek seemed to think he stood a chance against him. Really now. Peter knocked his head into the other man's, hitting him hard in the chest to send him flying down the hallway. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years?" he asked, slowly stalking after his nephew. Another pathetic attempt to fight back and he threw Derek through the glass of the nurses' station. "Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."
Derek	Derek dragged himself away from him as best he could. Because weren't alpha caused injuries just the best thing ever to heal from? He only got as far what seemed to be the morgue. Yeah, that wasn't auspicious or anything.
Peter	"I was going to wait for dramatic flare, but." Peter looked over at a mirror, giving it a tap to cause it to spin while the scars that still marked his skin from the fire disappeared. "When you look this good? Why wait? Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all. We're family."