Stiles waits forty five minutes – forty five whole minutes – before deciding that he can't wait any more. He moves Derek's arms – practically throws it of him – and starts pacing.

"I can't wait anymore."

"Yes, you can." Derek tells him, his voice monotone.

"No, I can't. I'm about to vibrate out of my skin, Derek!" Derek looks up at him with a cocked eyebrow and a repressed grin.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. You are not allowed to have a dirty mind or a sense of humor."

Derek turns back to his book, "I didn't say anything, Stiles."

Stiles is going to say something about that, but he changes his mind, instead saying, "I can't wait here anymore."

"There are no cars here, Stiles. Are you going to walk to the Hospital?"

"No. I'll teleport." Stiles starts pacing.

Derek looks up from his book and at Stiles with a completely straight face.

"You can teleport?"

"Yeah, of course. Did you think two thirteen year olds actually threw off a werewolf? Come on, Derek. Keep up."

"I knew you cheated somehow."

"It wasn't cheating."

"You teleported! I didn't know you could teleport!"

"Stiles can teleport?" Talia asks, walking into the room.

"Of course. Can't mom?" Stiles asks, confused, and starts fiddling with his hands.

Talia shakes her head.

"Huh. Weird. Well I didn't learn like she did, I guess that would explain why we have different powers and capabilities."

"She didn't teach you like she was taught?" Derek asks.

Stiles quickly scratches at the bridge of his nose before running his hands through his hair.

"No, she was taught in Avalon, way before she came to Earth." Stiles stops and looks at both of their shocked expression.

"You didn't…know? About…Avalon?"

Talia and Derek shake their heads in sync.

"I feel bad now."

"Claudia answers all of our questions but we make a point not to pry into her life and culture."

Stiles blows air out of his mouth, mimicking a motor.

"So, did you guys know we're Fay?"

"We knew you were something that could generate its own magic. I didn't really care. You could be a demon for all I care as long as you don't harm innocent people."

"That sounds like you." Stiles starts swinging his arms back and forth, making his left fist collide with his right palm in a light smack sound.

"Are you alright, Stiles?" Derek asks.

"Hm? Oh, the activity. Yeah, no. I'm fine. It's just, uh, ADHD and I don't have a tether so I'm really kind of all over the place if I don't take my Adderall and I think that's still in my Jeep which is way out between here and another town cause you know me and Scott – Scott and me – Scott and I? – Scott and I were going to this party when it broke down and yeah you remember that story."

Derek and Talia stare at him with surprised expression and Stiles knows he's a bit much to handle like this.

"Ahh! I can't take it! I'm going to the Hospital!"

"You can't! People will see you!"

"I got there via teleportation before, it's not that hard, there's this wonderful little blind spot near the front entrance and no one can see it from the parking area."

"Stiles, Claudia said you should stay here." Talia tells him.

"What if I went with him?" Derek looks at his mother.

"Why would that change anything?"

"Claudia wanted you to stay here so we could keep an eye on you. If I go with you, I'll be there to keep an eye on you."

Talia looks hesitant, but nods.

"Alright. But don't stay long and if Claudia gets mad, you two snuck out and I will leave you to drown in your punishment."

"You're scared of my mom?"

"That woman cooks my food most nights. I'm afraid she'll stop and Nathan will nag me to help again."

Talia smiles, so Stiles thinks she's joking, but he can't be sure.

Instead he focuses on Derek – which is actually really easy for some reason – and spirit fingers to get him to stand up.

"Come on, come on, let's goooooo."

"Hold on." Derek places a book mark in his book – which is almost done, actually, he wasn't nearly that done forty five minutes ago, huh – and stands before making his way over to Stiles.

"How does this work?"

"Give me your hands, close your eyes and hold your breath."

Derek holds out his hands but his eyes remain open and he continues breathing, only he's exaggerating it now.

"Seriously. I once blinded a girl with my light once. It was horrible. Thank god it wasn't permanent."

"I'm fine, Stiles, just get it over with."

Stiles rolls his eyes before closing them and concentrating. He pulls all of his light inwards and concentrates on Derek and himself. Inhaling, Stiles pushes his light outwards and stumbles a bit when Derek's hands clench his a little too hard.

Stiles opens his eyes and snatches his hands away, rubbing them together gently.

"Ow! Did you have to break my fingers?" Stiles snaps, shaking his hands to try and get some feeling back into them.

He looks up to see Derek rubbing the heel of his hands into his eyes.

"Told you to close them." Stiles deadpans as he makes his way over to the door and heading through.

The nurse at the front desk – Patty, he thinks is her name – waves and smiles at Stiles before giving Derek a weird look as he follows him in.

Stiles asks her for Scott's room number and she hands it right over.

As they're making their way through the halls, Derek asks him, "Why did she just give you the room number?"

"Scott and I are best friends and we used to spent a lot of time here as kids. Scott's mom, Melissa, is head nurse now."

"I guess that explains why they know you so well. You sure you didn't just get injured a lot as a kid?"

"Well there was that one time Scott and I were horse playing and he broke his arm high diving off a rock into a lake." Stiles rambles, stopping in front of Scott's room.

Stiles tentatively opens Scott's room's door and peaks inside.

Inside sits Melissa, talking to Scot, who is sitting up in his medical bed.

The two McCall's look over when they hear the door creak – still no luck when it comes to doors apparently – and Scott's face lights up, "Stiles!"

Stiles walks inside, "Hey, Scott, how are you feeling?"

"Well, there's good now and bad news. They're kind of the same news, though. I'm doing great. Like, really great." Scott sighs, lying back.

"Well. At least you're alive, right?" Stiles laughs, weakly.

"I guess." Scott sighs, poking at Stiles.

"Okay, before this conversation gets too revealing, who's he?" Melissa asks, pointing to the werewolf standing awkwardly in the doorway with his arms crossed and a very broody face.

"Oh, uh, Derek Hale, this is Melissa McCall, Miss McCall, this is Derek Hale. He's Talia's kid."

"And does he know about you-know-what?"

"He is a you-know-what."

"He's a werewolf?" Melissa asks, incredulously.

"Obviously." Stiles mumbles.

"Stiles!" Derek calls, sounding horrified.

"What?!"

"You just out-ed me!"

"What? Was I supposed to lie? When she already knew? And not to mention Scott's more than likely turned and is gonna be a werewolf." He turns to Scott, "If you get fleas, I'm not giving you a bath."

"We do not get fleas, Stiles." Derek glares at him.

"Boys, stop." Melissa interrupts Stiles' rebuttal. "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Derek asks.

"I mean, I can get the nurses to release Scott tomorrow morning but what happens after that?"

"We'd have to talk to my mother, but if Scott is bitten and he does turn then he'll more than likely have to come to our house to learn how to control the shift."

Melissa looks apprehensive, "But you're not going to hurt him, are you?"

"No, of course they won't. I promise, Melissa." Stiles smiles and places his hand on top of hers.

"I think you should be reassuring me about that, not my mom."

Stiles rolls his eyes but grabs Scott's hand, "You'll be fine; I won't let the big bad Alpha or her pack hurt you, Scott."

"And who's going to stop you from getting hurt?" Claudia asks from the doorway.

Derek and Stiles look at the blonde in sync.

"Hey, mom." Stiles smiles, trying to look innocent.

"I told you to stay put in the Hale house." Claudia doesn't budge.

"I – I was worried about Scott."

"And you helped him?" She turns to stare at Derek.

"I figured I'd keep an eye on him, you know…so he doesn't hurt himself." Derek stares at the floor by his feet.

Claudia stands there, looking incredibly formidable, before Melissa interrupts them, "Um, hi Claudia." She waves and Claudia smiles back, breaking her menacing streak.

"Hi, Melissa. How are the two of you holding up?"

"We're fine, I guess. Though, you know, a bit worried what all being a werewolf would imply."

"You get enhanced hearing, speed, strength, sense of smell, healing, you more than likely won't need that inhaler you're always lugging around, and you get a tight pack dynamic, which is like a family dynamic, I'm told."

"Not to mention the uncontrollable anger issues, the urgent need to shift on the full moon, you might pee on stuff you really shouldn't, and you could totally get fleas and I'm not giving you a bath."

"We don't get fleas!" Derek growls, but Stiles can see him resisting a smile.