So...I know this is short (for me) but I really wanted to write it.

Hope everyone enjoys while I work on getting back into the groove cause I've got some more fun ideas for this fic.


If anything, this was a particularly pleasant day in Peter's opinion.

He had the Hale House all to himself as all of the pups and pack humans were at school, though that might be ending soon, and Derek was...somewhere...doing a thing. Okay, to be fair, Peter hadn't actually been paying attention to whatever his nephew had said before he had left; was it his fault that Derek had decided to try to talk to him while he was in the middle of trying to solo that accursed snow-shark-thing-that-he-had-given-up-on-remembering-the-name-of in Monster Hunter World?-but he suspected that, since his phone wasn't blowing up with texts and phone calls, that the resident 'Sourwolf' (and didn't he just have to reward Stiles with a new laptop for that fun nickname?) wasn't in any kind of peril.

Well...at least not yet anyway. It was, sadly, still decently early in the day so there was still time for Derek to get himself into some kind of chaos.

Hopefully nothing as bad as rejecting a fey noblewoman's attempt to woo him into the fey realm (which had lead to Stiles somehow showing up, with an iron bat, just to save Derek's skin at the perfect moment as usual) but really, they were due for something at this point.

Just as the eldest Hale was restocking his supplies to make another expedition into the snowy wastes of the Hoarfrost Reach, the front door slammed open and the sounds of numerous running feet...one pair wearing high-heeled boots, in particular, all-but sprinting up the stairs at full werewolf speed-sounded behind him. Peter blinked and turned his head to glance behind him at the Betas and humans hovering around the entrance to the kitchen...doing a mental count then frowning when he noticed that the group was missing one Spark and one blonde she-wolf.

"Anyone needs me, I'm going to be scrubbing the internet." Danny said with a scowl that, quite honestly, looked very out of place on his face, before he turned and stalked off towards his room at the Hale House, seemingly full of righteous fury. Ethan headed into the kitchen long enough to grab some snacks and drinks, then followed after his boyfriend, leaving the rest of the seething pack standing in the hallway. Just as Peter was about to open his mouth (he, quite honestly, had several questions at this point) Stiles stalked in. "Okay, you guys go upstairs to take care of stuff full-on Pack Pile style. I'm gonna have a chat with Peter."

"Not guilty! Not even a suspect!" Peter called as he turned back to his game. "Well, not today anyway."

The pack, in question, headed upstairs as if they hadn't heard Peter at all...only for Stiles to appear in the 'Zombie Wolf's peripheral vision. "Peter. We need your particular brand of evil genius to solve a little issue at school."

Peter glanced over at his fellow 'mad genius' before shaking his head and focusing back on his game; honestly, the 'parental stuff' for the puppies was not something that he was supposed to handle. "Stiles, my dear boy, there is no reason to involve me unless all of you need advice on the best ways to break a man's femur."

"Erica had a seizure at school." And those words caused Peter's fingers to freeze on his controller. Stiles scowled and continued. "No one's sure what triggered it, but some jocks recorded it, again, and put the vid on YouTube again. Danny's taking care of that particular part of the equation, and Jackson and Boyd tag teamed on putting the fear of the pack into the jocks...but the teacher's being Gerard-level asshole right now and refusing to follow through on punish-"

Peter was on his feet before Stiles even finished speaking, throwing the coat closet open and grabbing his preferred 'intimidation factor' leather coat (and snatching his car keys from their hook so swiftly that the hookboard almost came out of the wall) while his game saved and shut itself down. "I'll drive."

Stiles just let a truly maniacal grin form as he shot off a quick text to Scott upstairs to let the puppies know to behave, before following the 'Psycho Wolf' out the door. "On your six!"

= [title card reading "a few hours later"] =

Derek walked in carrying a half dozen pizzas, more than one order of breadsticks, and enough soda to warrant an intervention if a single person was drinking it. How did he pull off this feat? Simple. Allison met him at the door, sporting her particular brand of the Disney Princess smile, to let the Alpha of Beacon Hills in. Derek glanced towards the stairs before heading into the kitchen. "How's Erica?"

"Better after Danny assured her that the video was now nonexistent, and him and Ethan joined everyone in the Pack Pile."

Derek set down the bags of sodas, only for Allison (because she was the only good 'pup' in the pack most days) to help unbagging them and setting the two liters on the countertop, before beginning to set the still hot pizza boxes down on the island. "And where are Stiles and Peter?"

"Well..." Oh...that pause wasn't good, and Derek was mentally preparing for his blood pressure to spike. Allison bit her lip then shrugged. "...I'm maybe sixty-percent sure that they're not burying a body?"

Derek paused fully at that...then shook his head because, you know what? Given the current circumstances (and his eternal, personal desire to not find out whether or not a werewolf could suffer a stroke) that he could let the madness slide this one time...and only this one time. "Allison...we're just gonna pretend that I didn't ask that last question."

As long as the Sheriff, Parrish, and-or Chris didn't show up asking questions anyway.

"What question?"

"Good."


Derek may have learned to pick his battles.

And no worries...no teachers were harmed...physically anyway.