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?

[[Open, of course!]]

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[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."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack glanced around. Of course none of them were wearing a shirt, but Alcide --

"Poor Alcide," he said. "He seems to have lost his trousers. And Stiles came back."

That last bit surprised him.

[justlurkinghere]

It didn't really surprise Derek somehow. "He lives to annoy."

[bitten_notshy]

"Still, walking into a house full of werewolves is more than most people would do just to be annoying," Jack said quietly. "He's brave. Foolish, maybe, but brave."

[justlurkinghere]

"It'll get him killed if he's not more careful." This was Derek being caring. In his own messed up way.

[bitten_notshy]

"You aren't wrong," Jack allowed, and vaguely gestured with one hand. "I spent most of my life as a human among vampires. I respect anyone who walks into the lion's den knowing what it is."

A pause. "Or wolf's den, in this case."

[justlurkinghere]

"He's a kid." And Derek held such disdain for teenagers.

[bitten_notshy]

"Never saw where that made much difference," Jack said honestly. "He's not four, Derek. He can make his own choices. Even if they aren't ones you'd recommend."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave a huff of annoyance. Because arguing this would involve thinking about his own trauma. And who did that?

Not Derek!

"There's a difference."

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh, so someone waved a magic wand conferring adult wisdom over your head on your eighteenth birthday?" Jack asked, though this was about as far as he'd pursue the point.

"I'm not saying you need to invite Stiles to run with the pack," he added, in a more measured tone. "Just -- I think he could be an asset."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gritted his teeth, looking away. "Because the ability to use Google is a real help."

Actually it was. SINCE YOU WERE A MORON, DEREK.

[bitten_notshy]

"Having someone willing to help who can make it through the full moon without constantly thinking about it being the full moon, that's a real help," Jack said. "But since you mention it, how's your internet connection out here?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him awkwardly. Because internet connection was just silly. Really now.

[bitten_notshy]

"...right," Jack nodded, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "So, we perhaps could use someone with access to Google."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't need to learn about werewolves on the internet. I grew up as one," Derek snapped. "And I can ask Laura anything I might not know."

[bitten_notshy]

"Fine," Jack said sulkily. "Then I might have questions when you weren't around, all right? Or something might come up when you couldn't speak to Laura."

[justlurkinghere]

Jack. Jack. Don't say things like this to Derek.

He looked stricken for a moment at the idea of not being able to contact Laura before frowning all those pesky emotions away. "Then fine. Contact him."

[bitten_notshy]

Dammit, Jack hadn't even met it that way.

He bowed his head briefly. "Thank you," he granted.

[justlurkinghere]

HE HAS SO MANY EMOTIONAL ISSUES.

"Just be careful," he grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.