justlurkinghere | Wooded Area Near The Creepy Mansion, Saturday Evening (Reply)

Who didn't enjoy running through a heavily wooded area during the full moon? It was just so pretty and--oh god, don't hit they tree!

Anyway. It was fun. Right?

Derek	No. No, this was not fun. The one saving grace was that this Scott kid either didn't know how to cover his scent or was too crazed by the moon to even attempt it. His money was on the former. He stopped, scenting the air before hearing something stupid and clumsy in the undergrowth behind him. For the love of... You had one job, Stiles! One!
Stiles	Hey! There was no way Stiles was gonna stay in the house when his best friend was out doing god knows what all over town! And Jack snapped at him and it was scary. "Oh god, Derek, please wait," Stiles gasped. He wasn't so good at the running thing. "I'm gonna puke." This was why you were a benchwarmer, Stiles.
Derek	"I told you to stay at the house." Did you know how much careful enunciation was necessary when you had teeth this large? Did you?
Stiles	"Oh yeah, that's a great idea, leave the human at the house with the chained up werewolf by himself," Stiles said, using way too much sarcasm for a person speaking to someone who looked like Derek did right now. "Besides, I need to help Scott." "Seriously, you might wanna take a step back because my stomach is doing weird things right now."
Derek	It was a distinct possibility that Stiles had a death wish of some sort. All things considered. "I will end you if you puke on me, Stilinski." Ooo, last name. So scary!
Stiles	Even Stiles wasn't immune to the last name ultimatum. "I'll keep it down, I swear." "Can you smell Scott?" Stiles asked, still trying to catch his breath. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he's stuck in a tree somewhere." Because Scott was a cat or something.
Derek	Derek gave him a look that strongly implied Stiles' continued existence was a blight upon the land. A full blown blight. Not even the cool Forsaken kind from your online RPG. "Go back to the dorms. I'll find Scott." Oh, Derek. You think too highly of your luck. "You'll only slow me down." As if to prove that point, he took off in the direction Scott's scent went.
Stiles	"Oh you're an idiot if you think that's gonna happen!" Stiles shouted. Really, Derek. You had to have known he was gonna run after you.
Derek	Derek growled at that, doubling back around to come up behind the kid. Because he was a mother freaking werewolf, and not the dumb kind. Much. About certain things. He grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt, sinking claws into the fabric rather than flesh. Even though that was oh so tempting to do, thank you. "An idiot?"
Stiles	"Oh holy god." Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep his flailing to a minimum. "You must have misheard me because I was calling myself an idiot. Because I really am just so, so stupid."
Derek	"This isn't a game. He will try to kill you," Derek said, dragging Stiles right along to where he could be shoved out of the woods. In the opposite direction of where Scott had gone. "And he will succeed if I'm not around." Or a fire extinguisher isn't around. It's like newbie werewolf mace.
Stiles	"Well that would be why I followed you instead of going off by myself," Stiles said, tripping a few times while Derek dragged him along. Freaking Hales and their dragging.
Clint	Most of the time, Clint's patrols and exploration through the wooded area were uneventful, but he knew quite well what struggling sounded like. It took a moment for him to recognize Stiles, and another moment to realize he was being dragged along by someone, and then Clint was firing off a shot at the shoulder of whoever was trying to take him away. Shooting first and asking questions later was totally okay when the shots weren't fatal.
Derek	And thus was the life of Derek Hale. He dropped his hold on Stiles as soon as the arrow impacted, putting him to the ground. Because, you know, arrow in his shoulder. Derek growled, pushing Stiles to a safer spot behind a tree as he dragged himself back upright. Because apparently he wasn't able to just cut and run when there was some whiney, idiotic, defenseless human in danger. "Stay here."
Stiles	"What the hell was that?" Did an Argent come to visit? "Are you okay?" Oh, that better be a regular arrow because he barely avoided chopping off Derek's arm the last time. At least Stiles was staying behind the tree. For now.
Clint	Clint lost sight of Stiles from where he was perched, but he fired again, aiming for a stomach shot. Maybe that'd get the guy to give up and run away.
Derek	"Stay," Derek hissed, ripping the arrow from his shoulder. As he grabbed the other one in his stomach, he stifled a noise of pain between clenched teeth. Healing fast didn't make this feel like a walk in the park, you know. He turned his head, trying to pinpoint where they were coming from. Control was all well and good, but sometimes a pointy object lodged in your liver kept you from being on your A-game. But, on the plus side, he gave a good roar of annoyance to let the hunter know this had been a bad idea. ~~For Derek~~.
Stiles	Stiles had almost gotten up from his hiding spot when Derek got hit with the second arrow. Almost. He at least had enough sense to know he couldn't do anything to stop an archer in this position. "Seriously, dude, the growly noises are not helping!" Stiles shouted. "You're asking for an arrow to the kneecap, man."
Clint	Oh Stiles, that was a great idea, but Clint was a little classier than memeing, so he aimed for Derek's thigh instead. The growling noise was so helpful in keeping him pinpointed. "You can get out of here and leave the kid alone, or I can keep shooting!" he yelled.
Derek	It made him feel better about being the Boromir of this interaction, okay? Just let the man growl! Derek ripped the arrow in his stomach out, forcing himself up onto his hands and feet to limp to cover. Don't think he wasn't going to come for you next, Clint. The arrow in his thigh hit the ground halfway from the underbrush and where Stiles was hiding.
Stiles	"Oh for god's sake!" Stiles crawled out of his hiding spot so he could help Derek, or at least prevent Clint from hitting anywhere important. "Um, Mr. Barton?" That's who it sounded like anyway, so Stiles kept yelling. "I know Derek's a huge jackass who has some boundary issues but it wasn't like that tonight! Unfortunately I need him right now so if you could stop shooting him until tomorrow I'd appreciate it!"
Clint	Well, now Clint felt bad. Okay, that was a lie. He felt slightly, vaguely guilty, but if someone could just keep their hands off the underage boys, things like this wouldn't happen. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, coming down to the ground. "What the hell's going on?"
Derek	Well, if you're going to be on the ground, you're getting attacked by a pissed off werewolf, Clint. So, so sorry about that. OH WAIT. NOT REALLY. Derek slunk out of the shadows, grabbing at Clint's bow before he could get the bright idea to shoot him again. Why he couldn't just let Stiles talk them out of this was... well, he'd been shot. Three fucking times.
Stiles	"Derek!" Stiles shouted, barely biting back a 'bad puppy!' comment. "We don't have time for this!"
Clint	There was plenty of time for this as far as Clint was concerned. He grabbed his bow with both hands, wielding it like a staff and trying to hit Derek with it. "Get down you idiot, or I'll shoot you again."
Derek	"Put the bow away," Derek snapped, suddenly not looking all too human as he ducked down. "Or I'll break it in half and shove it down your throat." Stiles. How were you the mature one here?
Stiles	Stiles was wondering the same thing. It was only his tiny, tiny sense of self-preservation that was stopping him from smacking Derek upside the head. "Can we all just calm down?" Stiles asked with a not so calm flail of his hands. "Let's just put the bow and the fangs away and walk away from this like two adults--you guys are making me sound like my dad!"
Clint	Clint didn't put his bow away, but he did at least lower it. He wasn't completely stupid, thank you very much. "What are you guys doing out here?"
Derek	Which meant the fangs were going absolutely nowhere! Derek glanced over at Stiles, clearly expecting him to answer this. And it had better not involve him being in trouble with the law or shot again for running around with a teenage boy. Why did everyone take that the wrong way?
Stiles	"Typical," Stiles said in answer to Derek's silence. He cleared his throat and tried to look as innocent as possible. "Derek here was helping me find my friend Scott who is visiting this weekend. He's got a pretty good nose for finding people. Literally, it comes with the oh-so-attractive look you see before you." Yeah, werewolf Derek was pretty fugly. "And he was dragging me through the forest because...he wasn't hugged enough as a child and doesn't grasp the concept of normal social interactions."
Derek	"I was dragging you back to the dorms," Derek said. "Which is where Mr. Barton--" Really? Really, Derek? "--should take you while I look for Scott."
Clint	Yeah, that formality was a lot less annoying when Stiles said it. "If you find this Scott guy, what are you going to do to him?" It seemed like a vital question, all things considered.
Derek	"Make sure he doesn't kill anyone," Derek said, stretching his shoulders and neck as his features smoothed. "It's the full moon and he doesn't have any control." He just dared Stiles to say it wasn't true.
Stiles	"He's not known for his control during his time of the month, it's true," Stiles reluctantly agreed. But, oh, Derek was getting such a glare. "I don't need to go back to the dorms though, he's my best friend." Now Stiles was acting like the child, as it should be.
Clint	So, Clint's choices were to let Stiles run into danger, or to agree with Derek. "I think Derek's right." Oh, yeah, that had hurt to say just as much as he'd expected. "You should go back to the dorms and let the...whatever the hell you things are deal with each other."
Stiles	Oh no way Stiles was gonna let that happen! Not when Derek was standing there like a smug werewolf douche. "Seriously, Mr. Barton, I don't think that's the best idea," Stiles said. "I'm sure it'll come as no surprise to you that Scott and Derek don't have the best relationship where I'm from. When we find Scott I'm probably the only person that can calm him down. Derek will just piss him off." Yeah, that was such bullcrap but he wanted to smack that look off of Derek's face.
Clint	"If your friend needs to be calmed down, it might be better for you to stay away," Clint said. "Derek might be better equipped for the job." And maybe Scott would fight back, and then Derek wouldn't be so smug anymore. One could hope, surely.
Derek	Bitch, please. He could beat Scott's ass down. Down to Werewolf Chinatown. Which was a real place. Check Google. Derek shot Stiles an amused little smirk. "Listen to Mr. Barton, Stiles."
Stiles	"I am going to kill you." Well that wasn't very polite. "Bar visits until I annoy you to death, do you understand me? I can do it!"
Clint	"Don't encourage him to be more of an ass," Clint warned Stiles, before glaring at Derek. "I'd suggest you go find this guy before I regret backing you up." His regret might have involved arrows going in tender places, on occasion.
Derek	Derek's focus was elsewhere as he sniffed at the air, catching Scott's trail once again. And already taking off after it. Because 'goodbyes' were for winners. And Stiles? Not a winner.
Stiles	"I hate you," Stiles said, not bothering to shout it because he knew Derek could hear him. He looked over at Clint. "Next time shoot him in the face."
Clint	Clint sighed and glared in Derek's disappearing direction as he finally sheathed his bow. "Gladly."
Stiles	"I guess I'm heading to the dorms to seethe in impotent rage," Stiles said, actually heading in that direction. "You're free to follow if you don't trust me." But we all know Stiles wasn't going to stay in the dorms. No one, human or werewolf, could stop Stiles Stilinski from being where he wasn't supposed to be.
Clint	"No, it's okay, you go on," Clint said, because he'd clearly forgotten what it was like to be a stubborn teenager. "I'll keep an ear out for things here. Your friend will be fine."
Stiles	Oh Clint. "Thanks, Mr. Barton." Really, thanks for making this escape easier. "I'll see you around." And off Stiles went...to go find Scott and Derek.