Another drabble. I invested in story dice cause they were cool looking.
Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Wolf.
"And how did you two get stuck in there?" Derek asked the two geniuses that were now trapped in a steel walk-in fridge, in a restaurant, in the middle of the night.
"It's not like we planned this!" Stiles yelled through the door at Derek.
"We thought the cook was a vampire." Scott answered, obviously sad about what happened.
"Was he?" Derek asked from where he was leaning against the wall next to the door to the walk-in.
"Not a vampire." Scott answered.
"He was a warlock." Stiles said. "So he was something." The last part was muttered under his breath.
"And?" Derek asked, waiting for the explanation of why they were in there.
"And he didn't like two teenagers bothering him, so he forced us in here." Stiles got louder with each word.
"I see." Derek said. There was small silence, then. "Why did you guys call me after he put you guys in here?"
"Cause he locked it." Scott answered, honestly.
"And you couldn't break it open?" Derek asked.
More silence.
"Shit." Stiles muttered. "Ah. The freezer's really cold so we thought we'd just call the neighborhood's Alpha to breakout his two favorite pack members while we just focus on staying warm. Plus-"
"You guys didn't think about it." Derek ended Stiles' story cover up with thee truth.
Stiles could swear he could hear the smirk.
"No." Scott answered, honestly again.
"The cold impare's our judgement. So can you open the door now?" Stiles asked, getting tired of the cold. "This thing actually works. Pretty well."
Derek went up to the door and opened it easily, then closed it after the two came out.
"Thanks Derek." Scott said, rubbing his arms, mostly out of habit since he wasn't actually cold.
"Yeah, thanks." Stiles said. He was rubbing his arms to get warmer.
"Next time you think you find something somewhere, let me know. Before you confront them, preferably." Derek said to them looking at them, waiting for a conformation.
"We can handle ourselves." Stiles said, defending them.
"And this last 20 minutes was a demonstration?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We were prepared for a vampire this time, not a warlock!"
Derek just sighed, and straightened his back looking at the two. "Don't bother this guy again. He wasn't harming anyone."
"Seems fair." Scott said nodding. Stiles just grumbled under his breath.
After a few moments of silence, Derek just left them standing in the kitchen. Then Stiles and Scott headed to Stiles' Jeep.
"Hm." Scott said as they crossed the parking lot.
"What?"
"Derek."
"What about Mr. Sourwolf?"
"He never denied it."
"Denied what?"
"That we were his favorite."
"Well, don't I feel so special." Stiles said in a girly voice. Then his voice returned when he spoke again. "Now, about Mrs. Lenore. I'm 100% sure this time."
"No more Stiles."
"I have proof."
Scott was silent then agreed. "What's the proof?"
"That's my best bro!"
