To say it was hell for Scott and Derek to agree on anything was an understatement, especially when it came to the Bestialit—BESTIARY! Man, Stiles' been hanging out with nothing but perverts!
"You are not pack!" Derek barked (ha! Barked!). "We need to know what this kanima is capable of and how to stop it! It's pack business."
"We need to work together!" Scott spat. "We can't keep drawing lines in the road and expect to protect the town from this thing!"
"It's actually 'draw lines in the sand', Scott." Stiles muttered, scrolling through the air-tight scrawls on the screen.
"Whatever," Scott huffed.
He didn't see Derek's expression, but he heard the familiar snort of impatience. Like honestly, how are you that irritated all the time?! Stiles gave up trying to find translations or keys to understanding the document. Hell, he even tried to search for a SparkNotes link!
"Look," Stiles said over their bickering. Derek zeroed his focus on him while Scott turned away. Stiles could almost feel the restless energy coming off the younger wolf, and it did not help his jitteriness. He almost welcomed the calm glare of the Alpha wolf. "I have no life, hella internet access, and a two-month supply of Adderall in my room, if anybody is translating this thing, it's me."
"Stiles, you flunked Spanish last year." Scott replied, crossing his arms.
"*Come mierda, McCall." Stiles snarked before turning back to the others. "Anyway, like I was saying, I'm your best bet." He leaned over the computer, pulling up menus and clicking tabs until he looked back at the Alpha. "How about a compromise? Pretty soon Gerard is going to figure out his keys are missing, so I'll download this and keep it at home to work on it. Give me your email and I send you a copy. Is that good enough?"
"We get the only copy and I translate it." Derek replied, arms crossed. Stiles rolled his eyes but stopped when he realized the state Derek was in. Instead of a wet dog, the dripping Alpha looked like a very wet, very pissed off cat. He bit back a giggle at the image.
"I know we all have a trust issue going on here, but I have this sneaking suspicion that we'll be left out of this process."
"No suspicion. That's definitely how this will work. You're not pack, therefore you're not included."
Scott bristled behind Stiles' shoulder, but Stiles simply scoffed. "Oh, really? Okay, big guy, have at it." He clicked on the page before gesturing to the screen. "Translate the highlighted passage. Show me that you don't need us involved."
Derek didn't move, nor did his glare.
Stiles crossed his arms, fighting back the shiver of the night air on his wet clothes. Then he nodded, "Oh, right, sorry. Simon says translate the passage."
If looks could kill, Derek would have vaporized him where he stood.
"I'm noticing a significant lack of response here."
"You translate it!"
"Oh, so you do need my help? Do you even know where to find Google Translate?"
"Google what?!"
Stiles' jaw dropped and he had to cover his face to hold back his hysterical laughter. "Oh, my God! Scott, I think you need to kill your werewolf BFF here. Because I'm not leaving without this Bestiary."
"He can try!" Erica spat, squaring her shoulders. Her eyes burned holes into Stiles, but after the night he's had, he no longer had the patience for her sadistic glee.
"Look, Blondie…"
"Enough!" Derek called over them, eyes shifting red. They all went silent. Erica glared at Stiles and Scott. Scott shifted from one foot to the other, as if he had somewhere else to be. Derek and Stiles stared each other down, the human unwilling to break eye contact with the Alpha.
"Give me your email." Stiles finally said. "I'll send you a copy and keep you up to date on what I find." He turned back to the computer, opening the window to send the file when he noticed that Derek didn't respond. "What's your email, Derek?"
Still no answer.
"It's not like I'm gonna sign you up for PornHub or something, though if I find out you're already a member, there will be questions. Your email?"
It was when Derek clenched his jaw that Stiles dropped to lean on his elbows, hands covering his eyes. "You have got to be kidding me?!" He then looked at the Alpha, suddenly feeling all the exhaustion of his entire existence. "You don't have an email address. How can you not have an email address?" He then held up a hand, waving off whatever response the Alpha was about to give him, most likely a threat to his life but whatever.
"Okay, fine." He then pulled a piece of paper out from the bottom of his lacrosse bag, smoothing out the wrinkles before scribbling in a clear corner. He then tore the corner off, handing it to Derek. It seemed at first that he wouldn't grab but then Erica snatched it out of his hand with a roll of her eyes. "Give me until midnight to set it up, and you'll have the file in your inbox."
"It says dereksourwolfhale?" Erica smirked. With a growl, Derek yanked the paper from her, reading it.
"Well, I need something uniquely Derek to make sure its not taken."
"I'm not using this password."
It was Stiles turn to smirk. "Think about it, Derek, how likely would it be that Derek Hale's email password is 'Stilesisnumber1!'?"
"Not likely at all." Derek growled, eyes red.
"Exactly, so yay! No hackers to blow our supernatural cover!"
With a heavy sigh, Derek gave Stiles another hard glare, before agreeing to the compromise.
Later that night, Stiles barely, just barely, resisted the urge to change the email address to 'stilesprettypup'. After all, he's had enough near-death experiences today.