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Chapter 11: Planning
When school was done, Scott and Stiles immediately went to Derek's apartment. (Riding on Scott's bike.) Scott and Stiles entered the apartment to see that Derek was there, doing push-ups with only one hand, shirtless.
"I figured you two would come." Derek said not looking up from his push-ups.
"So what happened after I left?" Stiles asked before Scott could say anything.
"You mean after you ran? Nothing much really, just some threats saying I have 24 hours to kidnap someone Scott cares about."
"You're not going to do that, right?" Stiles asked, sounding a little high-pitched like before.
"Maybe I should. It would be a lot more peaceful without you here."
Stiles stuck out his tongue. Derek just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, if you two are done being an old married couple, can I please know what our plan is?" Scott piped up.
"Well…" Derek said, finally stopping his push-ups, getting up from the floor. "What do you have in mind?"
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The next day, everything was planned out. All they had to do was wait for Deucalion to come. Derek was waiting at his apartment.
Without warning, the door flew open. There stood Deucalion with an unrecognizable expression on his face.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"She's on the couch." Derek answered, gesturing using his head.
"Honestly, I didn't think you would do it." Deucalion said as he walked towards the couch.
On the couch laid an unconscious Melissa. Deucalion smiled evilly.
"Well done, Derek. Well, done. I underestimated you. I'm quite impressed." Deucalion praised Derek. Derek had a blank expression on his face the whole time.
"You can leave now." Derek asked, Annoyance in his tone.
"Wait a minute." Deucalion said waving his finger in front of Derek for emphasizing purposes.
"I still haven't got Scott in my pack now, have I? No, I need you to stay with me until Scott gives in. Only then will our deal be settled." Deucalion's smile breaks into a grin.
"Fine. So what now?" Derek hesitantly asks.
"Now,-" he pauses for dramatic effect. -"We wait."
AN: And now, you wait.