"This was an awful idea. How the hell did I let you talk me into this?" Stiles complained.
"Stop complaining. It isn't that bad," Scott said.
Stiles begged to differ. Stiles had planned on playing video games and eating junk food for the rest of the night, but apparently having a normal night was impossible. Scott told him they needed to go check out some part of the reserve that was emitting some kind of magic frequency. Scott had also forgotten to ask Deaton where exactly this spot was, so they were now lost and wandering around like chickens with there heads cut off. So yes, it was that bad. Stiles was freezing, hungry, and his feet hurt from walking all over the place. "Why couldn't Derek do this again?"
"He had to go make sure Peter wasn't going around mauling people while he was away."
"Yeah, it'd be nice if Derek could get everyone's favorite psycho under control," Stiles rolled his eyes. Peter had been quiet lately and no one was sure if that was a good or bad thing.
"Derek told me that he's had the betas trailing him for weeks to look for suspicious activity, but he hasn't really left the apartment. I think the apartment is just a cover and he really lives in some secret place underground or something," Scott replied.
"Ha! Peter can totally suck it, I'm not the only one who thinks that," Stiles caught Scott's confused glance. "It's a long story that doesn't really matter. All that matters is that we find this stupid magic land and get the fuck out of here, it's freezing out here."
"It's not even that cold out, dude. "
"Okay mister 'true alpha werewolf whose body temperature is higher than the average humans', not all of us are supernatural creatures of the night that grow hair from their face and sprout claws."
Scott snorted out a laugh and knocked Stiles' shoulder with his own. This was nice. They haven't been able to have some Scott/Stiles time in awhile. There was always a different supernatural nightmare threating them and after the nogitsune was killed, he thought about moving to Antarctica just to get away. Things had been slow while Allison had been recovering, but that didn't last very long. Vampires, fairies, and elves had all tried invading their territory. Scott looked over at Stiles and was glad to see that he was still looking better than he had. The first few months were awful. Stiles was plagued with nightmares and lost his sense of security, but was now thankfully getting a little better each day.
Stiles shot him a look, "Is there something on my face? Stop staring, you're freaking me out." "No. I'm just glad-I mean-what I'm trying to say is-" Scott stammered while looking for the right words to say.
"Hey, I get it, man. We've had a rough couple of months. I've missed this too," Stiles smiled.
Scott smiled right back at him. Then he felt something grip his hand. He looked down to see Stiles lacing his fingers with his. Confused, Scott gave Stiles a confused look.
"What? My hands were cold." Scott didn't object and they walked all over the reserve hand-in-hand.