Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

The morning after another full moon with extra werewolves in town was clearly the best time ever. And by 'best time ever' we mean 'Derek wanted to murder everyone involved'.

But that wasn't all that different from usual.

So. You know. Congrats on surviving the full moon and here's to hoping you survive the morning after?

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[dimmestwerewolf.livejournal.com]

Scott was there, shirtless of course, and hoping Stiles would come get him soon because he had no idea where he was going and this was super awkward.

Suuuuuper awkward.

[justlurkinghere]

Awkward did not even begin to cover it. Because there was inexplicable shirtlessness. Because amazing abs was part of being a werewolf.

Really.

Just ask Derek.

WHOSE GOOD SHIRT HAD HOLES IN IT FROM ARROWS. OH, AND BLOOD. GODDAMN CLINT.

"Did you know it was going to be a full moon here?" Because Derek was not having any of this, Scott.

[dimmestwerewolf.livejournal.com]

"No," Scott said, shaking his head. "Stiles knew but didn't say anything because he wanted me to show up."

Way to throw Stiles under the bus, Scott.

[justlurkinghere]

Oh, Stiles was going to be blamed no matter what. Because he was Stiles. And Derek wanted to murder him most of the time.

Derek sighed, leaning against the wall. "Great friend there."

[dimmestwerewolf.livejournal.com]

"He missed me," Scott said defensively. "And I really did think I was getting better at this whole...thing."

[surveyor-by-day.livejournal.com]

Alcide had sniffed out the other wolves sometime just before sunrise, and so when he woke, it was on the floor in an unfamiliar house.

And he was naked. Because he was from the Shreveport area and that was how they rolled. For the moment, he'd just adjust to his surroundings and try to get the pounding in his head to cease. Then, eventually, coffee. Maybe bacon.

Pants were notably lower on his list.

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"Pants," Derek snapped, averting his eyes. Just because he was a little extra fuzzy on the full moon, didn't mean that naked strangers wasn't a bit much.

[surveyor-by-day.livejournal.com]

Alcide totally would get pants. In a minute.

Never mind that his pants were back in his hotel room. He'd point that out momentarily.

"Hang on. I'm still getting my bearings," he said gruffly.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're getting something," Derek grumbled. GETTING IT ALL OVER HIS CREEPY MANSION.

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"It was a rough night," Alcide said, rolling his eyes. "I'm a packmaster and I spent it alone. Gimme a minute."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh my god."

Stiles.

Stiles, stop looking.

Please, Stiles, stop.

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"G'morning," Alcide said, with a slightly sheepish little wave. He wasn't making an effort to cover up, still, but he also was sort of dim sometimes and figured Stiles was impressed by how awesome he looked, like, objectively.

[robinonadderall]

"Morning," Stiles squeaked. He tried looking anywhere but the obvious, he really did, but somehow his eyes kept going there. "You...you were definitely not here last night."

Oh god strange and potentially embarrassing things were happening.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had showed up bright and early, coffee in one hand and Puppy Joe tucked under an arm. Not that Puppy Joe wanted to stay in Stiles' arms once he caught a glimpse of Scott. Flee to your BFF, Puppy Joe!

"It's like the set of a gay porno in here."

Not that he was complaining.

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that was something Derek hadn't needed to know about you, Stiles. Like, ever.

"Oh great, you're still alive."

PUPPY JOE, HOW COULD YOU BETRAY HIM FOR MCCALL?

[robinonadderall]

BECAUSE SCOTT WAS MORE ADORABLE THAN YOU, DEREK.

"Yeah I have this thing about not dying, it's a hobby of mine," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have to take off my clothes to hang out in here, do I?"

Because he couldn't unless there was a locker door to stand behind.

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DAMN IT, SCOTT.

"Please don't. No one needs to see that."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in the somewhat embarrassing position of having slept longer than anyone else. So now he was naked and chained up -- and among near strangers on top of it.

He sat up, shifting his position on the floor so his more intimate bits were concealed in shadow, and then gratefully grabbed for the handcuff key sitting neatly on top of his folded clothes.

He was still zipping his pants when he stepped closer to the group.

"Looks like we all made it through again," he said, meaning it more cheerfully than it sounded.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was less than cheerful about this entire thing. Seeing as how he ended up being shot.

"Still alive at least."

[bitten_notshy]

That didn't sound good, and Jack frowned. "What did I miss?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just jerked his head over toward the shirtless kid, the spazzy kid, and then the naked man.

"I'm rethinking this pack thing."

[so_hawkward]

So, Clint's slight, vague guilt from last night had turned into full-fledged guilt once he'd had the night to think about what had happened.

That didn't mean he was going to apologize though. At least, not without making sure that Derek hadn't done anything to Stiles' friend. That meant sneaking around the mansion where he was fairly certain Derek lived and checking in the windows to see what was happening.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek slunk out as soon as he heard footsteps. Once he recognized the scent, the slinking was more surly than usual.

"Looking for someone?"

Hey, at least he'd found a shirt to put on!

[so_hawkward]

Now, at least, Clint had a better idea of how Derek could manage to sneak up on him. And yes, he was grateful for the shirt because god, werewolves, clothing wasn't dangerous.

"Maybe. Where's Stiles' friend?" Clint asked calmly, despite how tense his posture was. "Did you manage to find him?"

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"He left with Stiles," Derek replied, crossing his arms over his chest.