You'll always be running

There were police at the house when he got back that morning. The smell of gun oil and the sound of the radio should have warned him off, but time in Fandom had no doubt dulled the normal instinct to run from the law. So, of course he was promptly questioned about the body in the backyard--Stiles was a dead man again--and handcuffed for more intensive questioning as they looked around the house and yard.

( Stiles needs to learn to not taunt the murderous werewolf )

[[NFB, OCD coming up for one! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]

After a very normal and completely non-creepy time watching McCall at Lacrosse practice, Derek needed to go get the kid back in line. Because the amount of control he'd seen in Stiles' version of the kid (as little as it was) didn't seem to be in this one. He'd nearly shifted and murdered a teenager or two.

( Nothing creepy here! No siree! )

[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]