Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. Characters are from the MTV show Teen Wolf.

Author note: Well, only one word comes to mind: WOW. Thank you so much to everybody who reviewed the first chapter, added my profile/story to their favorites, and put this story on their alert list. I'm not lying when I say reviews help me because I am a really insecure writer and all your comments keep me writing. Special mention to Kaz who is apparently my first fanboy ever. I tried to answer all the reviews by PM, hope I didn't forget anybody.

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Allison & Lydia

"I don't know, Lydia, I think that blue dress was cute," Allison says, going down the stairs of Derek's house. The pack spent last night there and planned to stay all weekend as they did every two weeks. It's a tradition they instituted in order to talk about pack matters, to train, bond and enjoy spending down time with people who know who they really are, with no need for hiding a furry problem, a complicated home life, a bad temper or hyperactivity.

"Exactly. And cute is so not what I am going for, Al, you should know that by now."

"Hum, yeah, fair enough. Where did he say you were going again?"

"To the Black Pearl. I never went there but… Why are you giggling? Seriously, Allison, I thought we were so over your giggling tendencies." Lydia frowns, going into the living room to see if the others are up yet.

"No, I mean yes, sorry. It's just that every time I hear that restaurant's name, I can't help but visualize pirates waiting on you."

"Hot ones, like Johnny Depp? 'Cuz I would be totally ok with that… Anyway, I just think they're going for mysterious but yeah, I agree, the name could have been better. Why were you asking about the restaurant?"

"Just, is it the kind of restaurant you can go as your usual self?"

"Meaning?" Lydia asks, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"Meaning: is it okay for you to go eat there while wearing your favorite dress for example? You know the one that almost had my nice neighbor, M. Werber, dying from a heart attack?"

"Oh, hon', so naïve. That kind of dress is just what I am looking for, I want Jackson to want me so much he can't think straight." She smirks. "Let's go grab something to eat, I am starving, last night training was exhausting."

"Lydia, we did nothing but watch the boys train."

"Exactly and I was shattered for them. What can I say? Empathy is a curse as much as it is a blessing," she sighs as they enter the kitchen.

"I tell you Derek, you have to watch Avengers, there's no way you can be credible as alpha if you don't like superheroes, I mean hello? Superheroes are alphas by definition. You could even take notes or something, you know, in the name of science and all!" Stiles' voice insisted.

Lydia looks at Allison, confused. Allison shrugs and goes to look through the open window to check if the boys are in the yard. She shakes her head at Lydia when she can't spot them.

"Stiles, I am not going to the movies with you. Don't force me to repeat myself," Derek's stern voice answers.

"Dude, come on, there's the Hulk in that movie!" Stiles adds, as if nobody could say no to a movie starring the Hulk. "Derek, don't tell me you have no idea who the Hulk is. Oh my God! Bruce Banner? Huge growling green dude? Big anger-management issues? In a word, you in green, Sour Face. See, that growling and frowning thing you're doing right now? So Hulk!"

Lydia stares at the kitchen table, where the voices seem to be coming from. She takes two seconds to wonder if she is still dreaming but then decides to go check for herself. She goes to the table and looks under the girly tablecloth Allison brought over a month ago to "put some joy in the room that is supposed to be the heart of every house". Under the table, Derek is sitting, holding a plate full of pancakes that Lydia recognizes as Stiles' signature ones. Stiles is slouched half on top on the alpha, half on the kitchen floor, sipping from a glass of coke. And who thought that letting Stiles have soda so early in the day was a good idea for the pack's sanity?

The boys look at her, unfazed. "Lydia, tell Derek that Avengers is one of the awesomest movies released this year! No, this decade!"

"One, awesomest is so not a word, Stiles. Two, give me that glass right now. Three, the hell?"

"What?" Stiles asks, confusion written all over his face. "You don't like Avengers? I would have thought you were all over Thor. I mean a blond god, strong and handsome, with a stick as weapon, and family issues? Ring a bell? It's so Jackson, it's not even funny! Besides, I'm sorry but the black widow is your twin, girl. Red head, sexy as hell, with no conscience and the ability to manipulate people? Yep, sounds like you. How can you not like Avengers? Are you even human or just a very well designed robot put on Earth to plan world domination?"

"Stiles, just… God, can you pretend to be less annoying once in a while? How much Adderall did you take this morning? I was saying… What was I even saying?"

"I think you were subtly referring to the fact that Derek and Stiles seem to be… Err, cuddling on the kitchen floor at 9am while having breakfast and talking about superheroes," Allison supplies, always helpful.

"Right, so I repeat: what the hell?"

"I… don't know? I think I dropped my pop tart and I couldn't find it, and it was the very last one and you know how I love those delicious treats made of…"

"Stiles, I am that close to choke you," Lydia interrupts, showing two fingers almost pressed together.

"What is it with you people and my throat, seriously? Anyway, as I was saying, I lost my pop tart and I couldn't find it so I asked wolf face here to see if he could smell it or something. He found it, it was under the table."

"So you just decided to, what, stay under the table to have your breakfast?" Lydia asks, incredulous.

"Well, yeah I guess. Just… He went under the table to get it and I just finished preparing the pancakes so I gave them to him and he just started eating here like that, he looked ravenous so... Me, being nice and all, I didn't wanna let him eat all alone so I grabbed my pop tart and some soda – by the way you are so giving me that glass back – and joined him, no biggie."

"You are one strange little dude, Stiles. And Derek… Yeah, okay, you do know that you, eating on the floor, under the table, and growling, does not help with the fact that I think all you werewolves as just big dogs, right? Right, stop that, I'll just go start fixing some breakfast for Allison and I."

"Hum, you guys can join us," adds Allison with a tentative smile. Seeing the look on Derek's face, she just says "Or you can totally stay like that, it's cool. Do you want me to put back the table cloth like it was? Yes, no? I'll just do it then. Anyway, bon appétit!"

Allison joins Lydia in front of the counter where she is making omelet. The two girls look at each other, confused but also a bit amused. Listening to Stiles' babble, they start smiling. They still don't get it, still have the feeling there might be cameras in the room, that all of it is a joke. But they also start to think of all those weird moments where Stiles and Derek seem to be stuck to each other. Now that they think of it, the two boys always seem to be in the same room, on the same couch, beside each other at the table during meetings and dinners… How blind have they been? They're supposed to be the observant girls in the pack, what did they miss? What is that supposed to mean? They don't know but from now on, they will no longer let things slide; they'll be on the lookout.

"Come onnnn, you have to come with me! We'll have fun; it'll be awesome! It would also help with that insane murderer reputation you have going on! Kill two birds and all that jazz. Wait, we should stop using those sayings if we want people to stop being afraid of you. Not that you use many sayings with, you know, the three words you snarl each day but yeah. So will you come with me?"

"Stiles, you see that knife?"

"Ah, threatening me with a knife now? That's new. Don't know if it's any better than the 'ripping my throat out' good ole threat but at least you're trying, it's nice! Anyway…"

"Stiles, what did I tell you about talking during my breakfast?" Derek growls.

"Wait, I know that one! It's a big no-no. The rules are: I don't talk to you when you're having your breakfast, I don't talk to you when you're working on your car, I don't talk to you when you're driving, I don't talk to you when you're working out, and I don't talk to you when you're training Scott, Jackson and Danny."

"I'm adding a new rule: don't talk to me when I'm breathing."

"Yeah, okay. Wait, what?"

Lydia and Allison snort and tune the conversation out, they already know that part. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. They have breakfast, talk more about the dress Lydia should buy for her dinner with Jackson, and admit they'd actually like to go see that Avengers movie. Allison thinks Scott is a bit like Captain America. Lydia thinks the only thing they have in common is the fact that they were nobodies until somebody came and changed what they fundamentally were, but she's not saying that aloud; not because she's getting softer but because it is actually nice to have a real friend, just like it's nice to be part of a real family like the pack is. When they are done and they go to leave the kitchen, they see that Derek and Stiles went back to sleep, on the kitchen floor, Stiles plastered to Derek's side, Derek's nose buried in the teen's short hair.

Yes, their life might be crazy weird but they wouldn't change it for the world.

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Yes, I know, I found a way to mention Avengers in a story about Teen Wolf that I wrote while wearing my Captain America t-shirt. I am such a dork :/

I also wanted to tell you I am living a super crazy busy week. I have a big ass essay to hand in, I have an awful exam to take (and pass hopefully), I have a monster research proposal to submit, and I have a dinner to attend so updates might have to wait until the middle of next week (which is not that far away). Also, on a nicer note, the TW Kink Meme is killing me with its awesomeness and I might have promised to fill quite an impressive number of prompts, which – is totally insane, why am I doing that to myself – might be good news to you if you like my stories.

Anyway, thanks for reading guys. Reviews are golden! :)

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