Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Sunday Morning

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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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YEAH WELL. NEXT TIME, MCCALL. NEXT TIME.

"Do you even know what an omega is, Scott?" Derek asked, advancing on him like a cartoon villain. "They're the lowest of the low."

Yeah, because this wasn't repeating himself. Kind of. DAMN TIMELINES.

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"If you're trying to scare me into listening to you, it's not gonna work," Scott said, managing to hold his ground. Because he wasn't a spaz like Stiles. "I've been doing just fine on my own. Or with Stiles, rather."

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Be more of a spaz, Scott! Derek needed to feel like a big man by threatening teenage boys!

"You think you're doing fine until there are hunters coming for you. And alone you won't be able to fight them off."

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"I'm not alone," he said. "I have Stiles."

And Allison. But that was a secret now shh.

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ALLISON DIDN'T COUNT, SCOTT. SHE WAS AN ARGENT.

"Stiles is here."

Yes, Derek. He was indeed.

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"Yeah, but he'd drop what he's doing to help me if I called." Which was more than anyone could say for you, Derek, let's be real.

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Hey. Hey. Why do you think he was in town when you were bitten, Scott?

Derek rolled his eyes. "Don't blame me when this comes crashing down on you."

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"Don't worry, I won't." He had a whole other Derek to blame, thank you! "You should be a bit nicer, I'm the only reason Stiles didn't feed your little dog Cheetos all weekend."

Scott, why? Did you hate Stiles? Did you?

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"...he was feeding it what?" DAMN IT, STILES.

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"Was that rhetorical or do you not know what a Cheeto is?"

Yes, Scott knew what the word rhetorical meant.

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"I know what a Cheeto is, Scott," Derek snapped. "Why would he feed a dog them?"

Derek. Derek, bb. Think about who you're talking about here.

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"Because he's...Stiles?" Scott answered. "He's good at taking care of things, he just does it in his own special way."

A way that involved Cheetos.

"The dog was really cute with that orange dust all over him though."

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Derek hated you both so much right now. So, so much. "He's washing the dog," he hissed.

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"Oh don't worry about it," Scott said. "I took care of it, your dog really likes me."

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"I noticed." Why did nothing looooove hiiiiiiiiim?

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Scott lifted an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"

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Derek glared at him because clearly there was nothing to be jealous about. Nothing at all.

Shut up, Scott.

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"There's no need to be jealous." Because Derek clearly was. "I'm leaving today."

And then you'd have to deal with a pining dog, Derek.

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HE WAS NOT. NOTHING JEALOUS HERE.

YOU HAD A CROOKED JAW, SCOTT. WHY WOULD SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS DEREK BE JEALOUS OF THAT.

"Be more careful next full moon."

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"I'll do my best."

His best will be locking himself in the Lahey's freezer while a kanima torments his girlfriend. So. It wouldn't be what you'd call a success.

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And this is why you need to let Derek be your alpha. You'd get a nice leather jacket and everything.

Derek rolled his eyes, turning away. Since there wasn't a convenient shadow to move into and out of sight.