A/N: I had a bit of trouble deciding on a chapter titled for this one, but considering the conversation between Derek and Stiles at the end, Look Who's Talking seemed to be perfect.
Warning: spoilers for season 3b. (Though they may not be completely accurate.)
Look Who's Talking
Stiles groaned as the scream of Derek's alarm broke into his nice, uneventful dream. It was probably the best he'd slept in a long time, a very long time. With another groan he rolled over, hoping to burrow into the solid warmth that made up Derek, only to find the other side of the bed empty. Blindly he patted the mattresses, as if doing so would somehow make the werewolf magically appear next to him. When it failed to do just that, he cracked open his eye and glanced at the clock on the night stand. 6 am. He moaned at the injustice. Even after almost two months, he still hated that he was losing out on the joys of a summer vacation. "You in the kitchen?" he asked the empty room. He didn't need to raise his voice and call for Derek, not with the man's super-hearing. "Cause I need coffee."
There was the sound of movement in the other room and then Derek was marching into the bedroom, jogging shorts hanging low on his hips and sweat glistening off of his bare chest. Stiles grinned goofily at the sight and shifted around on the bed to further appreciate the view.
"You're not having coffee. You need to think straight today, it's important. - Here." Derek said, lowering the mug to the nightstand.
Stiles lent over and sniffed at it, his nose wrinkling. "What is it?"
"Tea. Camomile. It's calming and like I just said, you need to be calm."
Stiles pulled away from the mug and shot Derek a murderous glare. "I can be calm with coffee."
"And I'm Scott's best friend." he huffed. Turning he marched back to the other room.
"Hey. You can't just leave."
Derek paused looking over his shoulder from the doorway, his brow raised questioningly.
"Dude, you can't just walk in here looking like that…." he waved his hand enthusiastically at Derek. "…and expect me not to…." he threw back the cover. Because showing was always more fun than telling.
Derek inhaled sharply through his noses. "We've got a challenge to get ready for."
"Dude, if we don't know it all by now, we don't deserve to win. - And you did say you wanted me calm. Sex is great at calming a guy's nerves. It's a proven fact."
Derek looked both sceptical and unimpressed.
Stiles smirked. "You can Google it if you don't believe me." he challenged. "Or you know, just get your ass over here and we can….you know…test it."
And like that Stiles was laid out on Derek's bed, the werewolf covering him like a damp warm blanket, rutting and kissing, and groping until they're both panting and cum covered.
_The Internship: Sterek Style_
Derek glanced over at Stiles from his desk. He should probably be paying more attention to Chetty but it wasn't like he wasn't listening, he just couldn't keep his eyes of the younger man. Last night had surpassed all his fantasies. When he'd first caught the sound of Stiles heartbeat in his building, he'd figured he'd come to talk or maybe just laze around and bug Derek like the good-old-days. He hadn't in a million years expected the night to end with Stiles in his bed. Naked. Covered in his scent. But that had happened and now he couldn't fight the desire to have that again. Everything in him had wanted to keep Stiles in his bed for ever, screw his future, screw the team, and screw Google. But he couldn't do that, they both needed this job.
There was however the lead weight in his gut and the voice in his head telling him that he was running out of time. That this wasn't going to last past leaving Google. Win or lose. There was that odd Kate/Jennifer voice telling him Stiles wasn't going to want more. That he'd never liked Derek before, why would he like him now. He'd just been bored and lonely. It was just sex to Stiles. - And he tried to ignore it, tried not to listen. But that had always been the problem with Kate, she got in his fucking head and just wouldn't leave.
Shaking his head, he forced his gaze away from Stiles to Chetty, listening more intently. Praying the man's voice would drown out the taunting one in the back of his mind.
"The helpline is open…..now."
"Google helpline, my names Derek. How can I help you?"
_The Internship: Sterek Style_
Derek grinned over at Stiles as Chetty called a stop to proceedings. The hour had flown by and Derek felt a hum from the adrenaline still rushing through him. He clicked his log file and leapt out of his seat, high five-ing Bill as he walked over to join Stiles, perching on the edge of his desk, grinning down at him. "Well that was fun." he murmured.
Stiles looked up at him with a wide grin. "Yeah. - Though I can think of something that is way more fun." he brushed his leg against Derek's purposefully as he turned his chair.
"Mine's not blue. Mine's grey. - Up in the corner."
Derek's head snapped around as Billy stared at his screen, his voice tainted with confusion.
"Shit." Stiles murmured under his breath.
"Is anyone else's grey?"
"Did you not hear my opening remarks?"
Derek looked from Billy to Mr Chetty, his stomach knotting. When he glanced down at Stiles he saw the same fear mirrored back at him.
"I heard most of your opening remarks, it was just that I was getting in the zone. I was pre-gaming…." Billy smiled hopefully.
"I was very clear that you had to log into your accounts so I could review your work later."
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Stiles whispered.
"Well the good news is that you've reviewed my work now. You don't need the instant replay because you saw the touchdown live." Billy said, sounding desperate.
Derek felt Stiles inch close to his thigh, as he listened to Billy's heart race. He could smell the fear rolling off the older man, as well as off the rest of his team.
"I don't really understand that analogy, but I do know that attention to detail is of paramount importance here and my instructions were explicit. Now if there's no recording, then it's as if you didn't even show up today."
Derek felt his stomach drop.
"But I did show up." Billy said brokenly. "I'm sitting right here, Chetty."
He didn't think he'd ever heard a grown man sound so utterly defeated in his life. It hurt, like a physical pain. Billy hadn't just become a friend to him and Stiles, and the others over the past month and a half, he was almost family now. They all were. He could probably even say they'd become his pack.
"Well according to your log….you're not." Mr Chetty said coldly. "And since every intern must complete the challenge for your team to be scored, your team will unfortunately receive a score of zero."
"Zero?" Nick groaned.
Derek clenched his jaw as Chetty continued to rub salt in the wound. He probably would have punched the guy if it hadn't have been for Stiles hand on his thigh, squeezing, keeping him grounded.
"Oh Billy Billy, Billy. What have you done?" Graham taunted over the partition between his work station and Billy's. "It's you lot I feel bad for. It's really hard to get here. Some of you are probably pretty intelligent. You deserve better."
This time Derek didn't even try to hold back the growl that rumbled out, his eyes burning into Graham with murderous intent, making the guy straighten his back with a sudden look of fear, looking from Derek to the rest of the team, probably wondering if they'd heard Derek. If they had, they weren't saying anything. They were all too bummed from losing yet another challenge to care about Derek's animalistic behaviour.
Stiles of course totally heard it, because the hand on his thigh tightened a little more, but he was laughing. Derek could hear the snort of delight as Graham spun on his cheap knock-off heels and split. But then they were just left with the heavy weight of frailer, and the over-powering scent of guilt rolling off Billy.
Derek followed the guy with his gaze as he pushed himself out of his seat and marching out of the call centre.
With a defeated sigh, Stiles got to his feet, along with the others and followed, Derek sticking close to him. They walked back to their office-space slowly and obviously Graham had spread the news of their defeat because they were getting those sympathetic yet smug looks from the other interns. Stiles dropped into his office chair and Derek perched on the desk beside him, the others all taking their own seats. The air thick with misery.
"Great. Another win for team Graham." Stiles murmured.
"And with one challenge left even if we're perfect it won't be enough." Yo-Yo sighed.
Neha nodded sadly. "We had him too."
"We did, but…" Nick shook his head. "It's a little hiccup, a little adversity, alright."
"Nah, Nick, come on, face it. Look Bill's a great guy and everything but he kinda blew it for us today."
"Yeah I know he…."
"The kids right Nick." Billy interrupted, hovering guiltily in the doorway. "I just wanted to come by and let you guys know that I uh….today…on the phones, I…uh…it's my fault and uh…he was right when he said you guys deserve better. I'm really sorry that I cost ya."
Derek watched Billy turn and leave, Nick leaping out of his seat to follow. He couldn't stop himself from slapping Stiles across the back of the head.
"Ouch!"
Derek glared down at him, challenging him to defend himself, but Stiles didn't. He simply slumped lower in his seat.
"Damn." Stiles murmured, dropping his head into his hands.
"I'm going to get a coffee." Derek huffed, getting to his feet.
"I'll join you." Stiles groaned, following Derek out of the suffocating office.
They walked down to the small coffee shop and stood in line, neither one speaking. When they reached the counter, Derek ordered two coffees while Stiles grabbed a Danish, then they headed out into the sunshine, grabbing a table as far away from the building as they could.
"I didn't mean for Billy to hear that." Stiles said quietly.
"You'd think after so many years around…..Scott…." Derek looked at him meaningfully. "You'd learn to watch what you say."
"I know. I was just…." Stiles shrugged. "I really thought we had a chance with this one. I really thought Billy was going to….."
"He tried." Derek pointed out. "It was a silly mistake that could have happened to anyone."
"Except it always seems to happen to him. - And I thought your luck was shit."
Derek glared across at him, before changing the subject. "At least you have a back-up plan?"
Stiles looked up, regretfully. "What will you do after graduation?"
Derek shrugged. "I have no idea. - Find a job somewhere. I'll probably end up working construction. A lot of us do."
"Yeah, right….because of the….you know what."
Derek nodded.
They fell silent as they drank their coffee, neither looking at the other. Stiles fidgeted with his mug, turning it in circles, one way then the other. Biting nervously at his lower lips. Derek lifted his gaze after a few minutes, watching him closely, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.
"So….ever…thought about coming…going back to Beacon Hills?" Stiles murmured into his coffee, fingers tapping out an uncertain rhythm on the side.
"I haven't really given it much thought." Derek said, shaking his head, hating that Stiles wouldn't look at him. "I didn't really have a reason to go back. Once Peter left."
"Right." Stiles nodded too eagerly. "Makes sense. No family there. No pack….I mean it's not like you'd want to be part of our…. Scott's, right." he laughed humourlessly.
Derek leaned forward, his hand tight around his mug. "I never considered it, honestly. - But I doubt he'd want me. We were barely on speaking terms when I left."
Stiles finally lifted his gaze to meet Derek's. "He'd be cool with it." he quickly shrugged nonchalantly. "You know, if you wanted to come ho….back." His eyes instantly dropping.
Derek knew what Stiles was asking, he knew but he couldn't give him the answer he was waiting for, because he had no idea if he wanted to return to Beacon Hills.
_The Internship: Sterek Style_
Derek stared down at the laptop and Cora's beaming grin. Maybe he should have just called her instead, it would certainly have been less embarrassing.
"Soooo….you and Stiles. How'd that go? It looked like it was…."
"It went fine. Next subject."
Cora shook her head. "Nuh, I like this one. So where is he?"
Derek shrugged.
"Oh come on, you know where he is, don't pretend you don't. You've been keeping tabs on him since you first saw him."
"He's at his place. Probably still feeling bummed about losing today's challenge."
Cora lent forward. "I know you think you can lie to me and get away with it because of the bad connection, Derek, but you can't. What did you do?"
Derek rolled his eyes. "Nothing. I did nothing."
Cora's perfectly shaped brow rose disbelievingly. "Huh uh."
Derek slouched back against the couch cushions and instantly released a cloud of Stiles lingering scent. He groaned, his eyes dropping closed as he inhaled.
"Hey, if you're going to start bashing off, hang the hell up."
Derek's eyes snapped open to stare at his sister. He could feel the heat rolling up his neck. "Huh…right, sorry." he cleared his throat and leant forward once more.
"So? What happened?"
Derek rubbed at his eyes. "He…asked if I'd ever go back to Beacon Hills."
Cora was quiet. Too quiet. Derek opened his eyes to see her staring right at him, intense and searching. "What did you say?"
Derek groaned. He's said the wrong thing, he'd known it the moment the words were out of his mouth.
"Derek?"
"I said I didn't have a reason to go back."
"Fuck it Derek!" Cora growled.
"I know okay but it's not like we've talked about this going anywhere. I don't know if I want anything more than right now, and I don't know if he…."
"Alright quit the bullshit right there. Firstly: You know exactly how he feels, it comes with the territory…."
"I know he likes me. I know he's attracted to me. I know he likes it when I…." Derek cleared his throat again. "That doesn't mean he wants this to be anything." he snapped.
"Fine, then ask him and then you'll know. Which leads to my secondly; you know yourself, Derek! You wouldn't have started this is you didn't want it to go somewhere. Especially not with Stiles."
Derek huffed. "Maybe I just did it because he's safe."
"Safe?"
Derek's head snapped around to stare at the door. Stiles stood with wide open eye, his mouth pressed in a thin furious like. "How'd you get in?"
"The door jackass, like normal people."
Derek's eyes flickered to it. He'd closed it, he was damn sure he'd closed it.
"I'm the son of a sheriff, you don't think I've learnt to pick a lock!" Stiles snapped. "I thought I'd surprise you…" he held up the bag of food. "Maybe get my own back for all those times you broke into my place."
"Once, Stiles. I broke in once." Derek defended.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at Derek's attempt to distract him from his anger. "Hey, Cora. Bye Cora." he said calmly, before turning to leave, dropping the bag on the floor.
Derek sat watching him go.
"What are you doing just stilling there dumb-ass, go after him."
Derek looked from the door to the computer screen. Cora's hands waving for him to leave. It maybe took Derek another fifty seconds before he was out of his seat and racing out of the room. Stiles was a lot faster than he used to be, but it still didn't take him long to catch up with the younger man.
"Stiles!"
"Fuck you! Leave me alone!"
"Just wait. I didn't…."
"I don't care. God, I'm such a fucking idiot!" Stiles yelled over his shoulder. "What the hell was I thinking?"
Derek snagged his arm, forcing him to turn and face him. "Just listen to me already, you can't walk in halfway through a god-damn conversation and think you know what was being said."
"I heard what you said!" Stiles snapped, yanking his hand out of Derek's grip. "That you only fucked me because I was safe. Well, how's this for fucking safe." Stiles' knee came up so quickly Derek didn't have time to react.
Instantly he doubled over, his eyes widening, glowing blue with the pain. A deep furious growl echoing off the surrounding buildings. Stiles wasn't waiting to have his throat ripped out, he was off. Practically running back towards his own building. He didn't get far though, a moment later his back it the solid concrete of a building, his head bouncing off it slightly. Derek taking up every square inch of his vision. The man's fingers curling around his shirt.
"Get the fuck off me!" Stiles yelled into his face.
"No!" Derek growled. "You're going to fucking listen to me!"
"Go to hell!" Stiles spat back.
Derek ignored his rebuke. "I didn't fucking sleep with you because your safe, you're the least safe person I know! You a fucking nightmare!"
"Fuck you!"
"I slept with you because you've been driving me insane since the day I met you."
Stiles stopped fighting him, his eyes meeting Derek's intense blue ones.
"You've done nothing but challenge me, fight me and dish out shit to me, and it's the most intoxicating feeling in the world, knowing there's one person who sees me as the loser I am."
"Scott gave you shit too?" Stiles murmured, swallowing his pounding heart.
"Scott gave me shit because he was angry, because he blamed me for one thing or another."
"I blamed you too!"
Derek relaxed his hold slightly, shaking his head. "No you didn't. If you had….you wouldn't be here. - You wouldn't have spent last night with me. You wouldn't be so angry now."
Stiles felt his whole body surrender, every muscle going lax.
"I was trying to talk myself out of this….that's why I said it."
"Why?"
"Because this is insane." Derek murmured, shrugging. "You and me. Tell me you don't think this is insane?"
"Totally insane." Stiles nodded. "And kinda awesome." he added in a whisper.
Derek nodded in agreement, before leaning forward and capturing Stiles mouth in a deep kiss. Pulling back he gripped the younger man's face. "I need to know, what this is to you, because if this is just here and now….then fine. But…."
"I have no fucking idea, man. Two months ago you weren't even in my thoughts. I never expected to see you again, ever. Now…..you here and we're making out and having sex, really fucking fantastic sex and I can't keep my hands off you and your all I feel like I think about from waking up to going to bed and its mental, but yet normal…you know…like…" he trailed off.
"We've been heading towards this for ever?" Derek asked quietly.
Stiles nodded.
"I feel exactly the same way."
They stood there quietly in the dark, barely an inch between them, Derek's hands still pressed firmly either side of Stiles face, his thumb stoking comfortingly across his cheeks.
"Do you want me to come back to Beacon Hills?" Derek asked, breaking the thick silence.
Stiles shrugged. "Only if you want to. - I mean…I totally understand why you'd never want to go back there again. But….I have to. You know that right. It's my home and if I'm not going to be here…" he waved a hand uselessly around. "I have to be there."
Derek nodded. "How about we just….get though the next couple of days."
Stiles straightened, sucking in a breath.
"Then we'll head back to New York and see if this will work outside of the madness that is Google."
"That makes sense. I mean….they could be putting something in the water here that makes you tolerable." Stiles huffed.
"Me tolerable? Did you miss the part about you being a fucking nightmare?"
Stiles smirked.
"So now can we go back to my place? Cora's staring at my wall and my balls need icing."
Stiles laughed. "Shit." he looked down. "Fuck, man. Sorry."
"I can't believe you kicked me there." Derek turned and began to hobble away.
Stiles rushed to catch up with him, bumping his shoulder. "There's no way your still in pain, Drama-queen. And what was I meant to do…."
"Listen to me?" Derek grunted, the hobble he'd been delivering perfectly, vanishing.
Stiles utterly ignored his reply. "I learnt a long time ago, pal that when it comes to fighting werewolves, you use every dirty trick in the book. - Don't worry, we'll get you some ice and I'll kiss them better."
_The Internship: Sterek Style_
"You did what?"
Stiles gnawed at his lip as he balanced his phone against his ear while pouring coffee. "I kicked him in the nuts. What was I meant to do….? And don't say it. - You know I'm useless in a fight unless I have wood in my hand….Shut up, Scott I meant my bat."
Scott didn't stop laughing. "Sorry man but….you're okay though right?"
Stiles grinned goofily. "Way okay. Awesome. Fantastic."
Scott groaned down the line and Stiles just knew he was burying his head in his hands.
"So…anyway, I just wanted to you know, check in. You weren't answering when I called last night."
"Oh, yeah….sorry about that….kinda got distracted."
"Deaton's niece?"
"Kira."
"Deaton's niece is named Kira? Isn't that a little…you know, weird considering?"
"No idiot. I mean Kira. As in….Kira. She dropped by to visit Deaton. I don't think she expected me to be there."
"And now you guys are…?" Scott remained silent and Stiles was sure he heard a voice in the background and movement. "Is she there?"
"What? No!"
"Again, you can't lie to me Scotty."
"Fine. Yes." he whispered.
Stiles grinned, sipping at Derek's coffee. "Well in that case, I'll let you get back to It." he chuckled.
"Right, your hanging up for my sake. Has nothing to do with you finishing making that coffee and wanting to get back to humping Derek like a horny spaniel."
"We do so much more than hump my friend. Soooo much more."
"Bye Stiles." Scott said sharply, hanging up before Stiles can reply.
Stiles laughed down at his phone. He hadn't gotten around to asking his best bud if there would be a problem with Derek came home. Whether there would be some weird frigging werewolf territory dispute, but then he hadn't even talked to Derek about that yet, the guy might not want to. They had come to the decision to play things by ear, see how everything went once they were back in New York. If things were still going good by the time he graduated, then they'd broach the subject of a future in Beacon Hills. - Cause he'd come to terms, as had Derek, that after losing the latest challenge, they were never winning this thing. - But Stiles had already planned on heading back home for a few days after the internship was over, and he wasn't going to lie, he wanted Derek to go with him.
Inhaling slowly, Stiles padded out of the kitchenette and over to the bedroom. Thankfully they'd been given a day before the final challenge and he had every intention of not leaving the apartment.
"I hope you haven't drank all my coffee?" Derek announced grumpily from the bed. "I knew it was a bad decision letting you make it."
"I had like one sip…okay, two. I'm sure it was only two." Stiles huffed, placing the mug on the nightstand before climbing over Derek to get to the other side of the bed.
"You know you could just walk around."
"Yeah, but my butt hurts, thank you very much." Stiles grinned.
Derek stared up at him, his lip curling at the corner. "You're most welcome. So Scott's good?"
"It's rude to listen to other people's conversations."
"I wasn't listening." Derek insisted, pushing himself up in bed. "That was a question?"
"Oh…uh, yeah he's cool. I can't wait to see him again though."
Derek sipped at his coffee, nodding.
"You know…I'm heading there from here, right?" Derek peered at him out of the corner of his eye. "To have a couple of days with my dad before heading back to New York."
Derek lowered the mug. "Okay."
"You could…if you want…no pressure or anything…you know…come with?"
"I don't know Stiles."
"If it's about werewolf protocol or some shit, I'll clear it with Scott. He'll be cool with it."
Derek didn't looked convinced in the least. "You'll be…staying at your dad's."
Stiles frowned. He hadn't thought about that part. Shit, he'd have to tell his dad. God that was going to be a disaster. His dad had never particularly liked or trusted Derek, and now he was going to be introducing him as his….whatever. Yeah, he could already see the heart attack.
"Probably best I go back to New York." Derek grumbled. "We can meet up when you get back."
Stiles worried his lip. Part of him fearful to let Derek out of his sight. What if he never saw him again? What if he vanished again without saying goodbye?
"Stiles." Derek's voice broke through the blossoming panic attack. "Stiles, I'll be there when you get back." he said firmly, reading Stiles anxiety.
Stiles nodded. "Okay. - I just….okay."
_The Internship: Sterek Style_
Stiles and Derek slipped into their seats, Nick to Stiles right, Neha to Derek's left. They'd spent the previous day doing just what Stiles had planned, staying hauled up in Derek's room, watching TV, eating and having lots of sex. It was probably the most relaxed either of them had been since starting the damn internship.
As always Stiles was leaning against Derek's shoulder while the werewolf sat with his arms stretched out over the backs of the chairs. His fingers tapping out a frustrated rhythm by Stiles shoulder, as if they itched to touch but knew they couldn't. How they hadn't gotten busted yet was beyond him but then he was pretty sure they weren't the only interns breaking the rules, so he that is without sin and all that.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been an impressive summer."
"He can say that again." Stiles whispered, knocked Derek's thigh with his knee before grinned at him.
Derek returned his knee-knock and nodded subtly, he couldn't argue with that. Forcing himself to break eye contact with Stiles he turned back to listen to Chetty. He still wanted to punch the guy after the way he'd treated Billy but…he really didn't have that option. His gaze flickered to Graham, now he Derek could punch, and he would at the first opportunity.
"And one final challenge remains. Sales. Over a million companies advertise with Google, find one that doesn't…."
Derek turned to see Stiles face light up and he couldn't help but grin back. Turning to share the excitement with the rest of the team. They had this down. With Nick and Billy. Trained, successful sales men, they might just have a change.
"The bigger the sale, the more chance you have of taking this competition. The winner will be announced at our final meeting this afternoon. Good luck and happy hunting."
They leapt off their chairs and rushed for the exit, Neha taking the lead. "Those sons of bitches are going down. - Wait, where's Billy?" she asked, turning to look around for the older guy.
"He left." Nick said, pushing between Stiles and Derek to slump down on a chair in the corner.
"What?" Yo-Yo gasped.
"You heard him, he thought he was holding us back." Nick shrugged. "And he didn't want to talk about it, that's for sure."
Derek looked down at Stiles, the younger man's face paling with guilt.
"Well we've gotta get him back." Neha insisted.
"She's right. We're all a team, that's what you guys taught us." Yo-Yo said, sounding both panicked and hurt.
"I mean it might have been buried under a mountain of obscure 80's references…" Stiles said glancing up at Derek for support. "And a ton of other super inappropriate bullshit that I guess was intended as life lessons." he shrugged. "But…you did teach us how to come together Nick…." he unconsciously leant a little further into Derek. "You taught us that."
"The problem is when he makes up his mind on something, old Billy really has a tendency to really dig in. - We might have to get ready to do this one without him."
"Yeah, but Nick. We don't want to. Right guys?" Derek grunted.
Nick looked between them all before giving a sharp nod and leaping to his feet. "You guys start looking for a business, I'll be back as quickly as I can."
They took their seat as Nick vanished from the room and began pulling up maps of the area. "I can't believe Billy split because of me and my big mouth." Stiles grumbled. Derek rolled his chair closer, pretending to be looking at something on Stiles screen. "Stop now. Stop blaming yourself for everything."
Stiles head snapped around to stare at him. "Really? You're giving me a lecture on self-deprecation? You? Mr it's always my fault people die?" Stiles scoffed.
Derek narrowed his eyes. "Just means I know what I'm talking about."
Stiles shook his head.
"And no one died." Derek pointed out. "You just hurt his feelings, that's the problem with your mouth, it doesn't know when to keep shut."
"You weren't complaining this morning." Stiles whispered.
"Guys!" Neha huffed. "Stop flirting, start working! Jeez."
Derek's rolled his chair back to his desk and spent the next twenty minutes tapping away at his computer. "Hey, what about Sal's Pizza. It's not that far from here and there's a tone of buzz about it." he turned to look at the others, pointing at his screen.
A/N: Okay so there's only two more chapters left of this. I've very grateful to everyone who's been following this story and review. Especially for the reviewing. Its always lovely to hear from you. Thank you.
If I got anything seriously wrong when it comes to Stiles and his possession and Allison's death, and basically everything in season 3b, forgive me I haven't seen the season and had to scrounge info from friends and the internet. But then this is AU so its not such a bit deal, right?
