So I was watching this episode of Reba at 3 this morning and decided to make a Teen Wolf version of it. Enjoy!
"Lydia, I don''t not understand why we have to take a communication workshop," Jackson complained to his wife, "We communicate just fine, like, Remember the other day when I came home and asked, 'How was your day' and then you talked for 45 minutes? That's communication."
Lydia wasn't paying attention to him at all. She knew he was trying to get out of this session just like he tried to get out of anything else. She loved Jackson and all, but still she wasn't sure who exactly was more conceited out of the two them. While, she purposely refused to look Jackson in the eye on the couch beside her, Allison decided to give Jackson the no-matter-what-you-say-nothing-is-going-to-change look.
Jackson could clearly see that Lydia wasn't going to give him any leverage on the matter so he did the only thing he could, "Please don't make me do this." Jackson borderline begged. Jackson hardly begged and when he did Lydia usually cracked and stopped whatever nonsense was going on.
Lydia gave him a stoic look. Looking between Allison and Jackson. She leaned forward from the couch with her reply, "I don't know what you're trying to tell me," Lydia told him and Allison started cracking up, "but I bet I will after our workshop." Allison and Lydia high-fived each other while Jackson pouted his way into a chair.
From behind the couch Scott voiced his option as well, "I don't know how we got sucked into this." Scott told Allison, "We don't have any problems."
"Ha!" Allison replied with laughter in her voice.
Scott was confused, because he seriously thought everything was going fine, between him and Allison, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll find out." Allison told him vaguely. That smile on her face didn't disappear.
"You don't have to have problems to learn how to communicate better." Lydia told him, "Dr. Deaton teaches you how to resolve conflict."
"Is this about me not taking those salsa dancing lessons?" Jackson questioned from the chair, "Because I will." He pressed at her, "I'll even wear the tight pants." Lydia raised an eyebrow at him and looked away.
"Ok, I know what the problem is Allison." Scott claimed from across the room.
"Seriously, Scott?" Allison questioned not fully believing him, "Do tell."
But Scott didn't get to answer when Derek came from down the stairs carrying a box, "That Deaton guy called said he couldn't make it." Derek announced.
Jackson and Scott met halfway through the room and high-fived overjoyed that they didn't have to suffer through the workshop, "Alright then, let's go." Jackson told Lydia eagerly.
"Just kidding." Derek told them. Jackson and Scott's faces slumped into scowls. Derek took a moment and laughed at them, while Lydia and Allison cheered on the couch.
"Derek, thank you so much for letting us do this here." Lydia told him, "I know we tend to get on your nerves."
They were at the loft for the workshop, only because Derek had the biggest space out of the pack, then again he was the Alpha and he should.
"Yeah, well try not to hurt yourselves. I don't need another Stiles related injury for the rest of the week."
"Speaking of Stiles, I see you have decided to make things more official between the two of you." Scott noticed.
"Yeah," Derek said fondly, "But there's not enough room in our soon-to-be room so I'm putting the stuff up in storage."
"Does Stiles know about this?" Allison questioned.
Derek shook his head, he wanted it to be a surprise. "Dude that's going to blow up in your face." Jackson warned him, "You know how Stilinski gets with surprises."
The first time, Derek had surprised Stiles with a key to the loft. Stiles accidently caused all the lights in the loft burst collectively, along with the couch being thrown into the loft wall creating a hole. Granted, Stiles just learned that the magic within was controlled by emotions and Stiles had been gone off to learn how to mediate and keep the magic in check. Today, just happened to be the day Stiles was coming home.
"As long as Stiles doesn't see the box everything will be okay." Derek told them. Just then there was a knock at the door and Lydia got to answer.
"He's here," Lydia chirped, "Everyone better corporate." She looked pointedly at Jackson and Scott.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Deaton," the man greeted, "I'm looking for a Lydia Martin and Jason Whittemore."
"That would be me," Lydia told him as she let him in.
"Jason is right here." Derek told him pointing at Jackson, he left and headed for the kitchen.
"Actually, it's Jackson." Jackson corrected.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dr. Deaton said in feign sincerity, "My last patients cried all over my papers."
Dr. Deaton began to put his things on the coffee in front of the couch when Scott approached him, "Hi, I'm Scott," Scott told him, "I'm sure my wife Allison told you about our problems."
Dr. Deaton had to resist the urge to laugh in the beta's face, "Uh, actually, no, but I'm sure we'll be able to get to the bottom of whatever is bothering you." He assured him and Scott gave him this puppy dog look.
"Wow, this is weird, but I-I kinda feel safe." Scott told the pack. Scott was a bit stupid on some occasions, so really they just smiled and nodded at him.
In the kitchen, Isaac was reading a magazine and noticed the box Derek had set on the table, "Are you getting rid of Stiles' stuff?" The six-year old asked with some worry.
"Kind of." Derek admitted.
"Is it because Stiles always leave the room a mess?" Isaac asked.
Derek looked over at the were-cub fondly. He had adopted Isaac before the pack even had been formed and an idea grew into his head. He could either tell Isaac the truth or doing something else entirely differently.
"Yes." He lied.
"Oh," Isaac said in thinking manner, he slid off the stool and began heading out the kitchen, "I gotta go do something." Derek smiled to himself. Well, that's one way to get Isaac to keep his room clean.
After, Isaac disappeared from the kitchen, a person walked through the kitchen door. "Surprise!" Stiles announced with a smile, but that smile disappeared. Out of nowhere, Derek got hit with the smell the hurt and anger coming from Stiles. It was the anger that stood out the most.
"Why are you getting mad?" Derek questioned.
"We have talked about you smelling me all the time," Stiles hissed, the lights flickered a bit. They both took notice and Stiles took a deep breath before responding, "And if you don't know then I'm not going to tell you." Stiles walked out of the kitchen. Derek quickly chased after Stiles.
"How do we define conflict?" Dr. Deaton asked the pack. Allison, Scott, Jackson, and Lydia were sitting in circle surrounding Deaton.
The pack didn't get to answer, when Stiles and Derek both came into the room.
"You think this is funny!" Stiles yelled at Derek, "Do you think my feelings are a joke?"
The pack looked pointedly at each other. They knew that Derek had done something to piss Stiles off again.
"How do I know what you're feeling? I didn't mean to smell you alright, but it was hard to ignore when I got attacked by the scent." Derek questioned equally as upset, "You won't tell me what's going on." Stiles glared at Derek and then at the pack and Deaton sitting on the floor, in the kitchen there was a sound shatter of glass. "I didn't plan this I swear."
"Derek, maybe you should join us." Allison advised.
"I could help, you know. It is my specialty with the supernatural." Deaton told him. Derek looked over at Stiles, who's face either darkened or turned cloudy, he wasn't actually sure anymore.
"Get Stiles to talk to me and Jason will pay you double." Derek said hurriedly.
"You can't be serious. Therapy?" Stiles snapped.
"You can't be serious. Double?" Jackson whined.
"You got mad at me the moment you walked through the door," Derek countered, "But I can't watch you walk away without knowing what happened, so park it." He flashed his eyes.
"Hey, no using werewolf powers on me!"
"That is a rule of this workshop, no use of supernatural powers of any kind," Deaton told them, "That includes you too Alpha."
"Fine." Derek huffed.
"Fine," Stiles said sitting between Scott and Jackson, "but you can't make me talk."
"That's right Stiles you don't have to say anything." Jackson supported before he shot a glance at Lydia.
Scott noticed the glare Stiles was giving Derek, "I don't feel so safe anymore." Scott announced, which he didn't not when his Alpha was trouble.
Once Derek and Stiles settled down in the circle, Derek took control, "Stiles start talking."
Thankfully, Dr. Deaton stepped in, "Therapy isn't as simple as the kind you see on TV." Deaton shared with him, "Also, in the workshop I'm in charge, remember?" Derek held back a growl in the back of his throat and simply nodded.
"Look, I just want to say up-front I don't want to do this." Jackson shared.
"Ditto." Stiles agreed.
"And I'm betting you're the first one to cry." Dr. Deaton told Jackson. Jackson gave him an offended look and Deaton turned back to the group, "For our first exercise, we are going to be sharing the things that bother us."
"Oh, Good idea. Stiles, start sharing." Derek jumped in.
"Derek-" Deaton began. Derek shuts his mouth at tone Deaton gave off, "I want you to pair off with someone other than who you're here with."
"I call Derek!" Lydia announced and took a hold of Derek.
"I call Jackson!" Scott announced high-fiving Jackson. That just left Stiles and Allison together. They exchanged glances at each other. Stiles and Allison got along perfectly, but there was always a rule they had when it came to their friendship. Don't complain to each other about their werewolf significant others, because they could at it for hours.
Deaton had watched the group interaction, "It amuses me how you think you got to choose your partners. I should add I'm doing that for you." The pack groaned at the statement, "You're all playing it safe. You know, sharing should be difficult, maybe even a little painful with that being said."
