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"I could stay out here watching you skate all day," Derek admitted, spinning Stiles into him. "But, you're Dad and Scott are finished."

Stiles turned to look at his father who was sitting on the bench and Scott who was skating off the ice.

"We can go and have lunch," Stiles said.

"And when you've moved in we can come down and skate again."

"That would be good."

"It would be." Derek kissed Stiles quickly and then skating away and off the ice.

"Pizza," Stiles called out as he slid to a stop on the edge of the ice.

"Pizza?" Scott asked.

"Pizza!" Stiles agreed.

"Why?" Derek asked himself quietly.

"Best pizza ever," Stiles reminded Derek.

Stiles sat down next to his father and pulled off his skates.

"I haven't seen you skate in a while." Sam said.

Stiles nodded. "I know. I'm going to have to get back into the habit of going down to the ice rink and practising now that I'm home and we're not in danger anymore."

"Are you going to start working with the kid's class again?"

"Yeah, maybe. Depends on work."

"You worked with kids?" Derek asked, slinging Stiles' skates over his shoulder along with his own.

"I used to help the coach of the kid's ice skating class."

"I had no idea," Derek said.

"I didn't have much time after everything started happening with the werewolf thing so I didn't spend much time there anymore. In the end it was kinder to them to stop completely."

"Pizza," Scott reminded, prodding Stiles in the back.

"Alright, alright, come on." Stiles slammed his hand into Scott's back and started running. "First one there gets the first piece."

"Easy!" Scott called out, chasing him.

"No powers," Stiles called back.

Derek sighed and fell in beside Sam to walk towards the house.

"Think they will leave us any pizza?" Sam asked.

"'Course, it's Stiles."

Sam smiled and clapped Derek on the shoulder. "We shouldn't hang back though."

By the time Derek and Sam had made it to the house the smell of pizza was beginning to permeate the house and Scott and Stiles were sitting in the lounge room.

"How un-Christmassy would it be to play the video game Scott got me for Christmas?" Stiles asked, holding up the still wrapped present.

"You haven't even opened it yet," Scott pointed out.

"Am I wrong?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott.

"No." Scott revealed.

"And what's mine?"

Scott looked down at the gift in his hands. "That pasta maker I wanted."

Stiles beamed at Scott. "See."

"I'll start the roast for tonight," Derek said.

Stiles dropped the present. "I'll help."

"No!" Sam and Scott said together.

"I'm able to cook."

"I'm cooking Christmas dinner for our pack," Derek said. "And, you and Scott can play your game."

"And I will be Derek's helper," Sam offered.

Derek shrugged. "I don't need help. I actually enjoy cooking."

"He does," Stiles agreed.

"But you shouldn't be alone in the kitchen on Christmas," Stiles said, standing up. "We can all hang out in the dining room with you."

Derek looked at Stiles for a long minute. "You're not going to let me change your mind about this."

"Nope."

"He's right," Scott said.

"All I'm doing is preparing the meat and peeling some vegetables. It's not going to take me more than a half hour."

"Perfect," Stiles said walked over, "after that you can be very proud of me for beating our alpha in a video game."

"It'll never happen," Scott said, following behind Stiles and Derek into the kitchen.

"Unless you've been cheating by playing without me then you'll never win."

"Are you going to be smack talking the entire time I'm cooking?" Derek asked.

"Yep," Scott and Stiles said in chorus.

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