Word: Garboil

- Confusion (archaic)

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Stiles was disappointed more than anything else. He's been working on spells, Kira with swords, Allison with her bow and arrow, and the wolves with their claws, but in the end it was a scream that killed the yeti. Lydia was terrifying at the best of times, but after she killed a yeti simply by screaming at it, she became even more so, looking terrified of herself.

In the garboil that followed the yeti's death, Stiles slipped away from the rest of the pack and headed back to his Jeep. He might not have killed the yeti himself, but they would need to find a way to dispose of it, and he had a long coil of rope in the trunk of his Jeep that could help with that.

By the time it was wrapped around his arm and Stiles made it back to the warehouse, the yeti was already decomposing thanks to a solution Lydia fashioned out of the chemicals left behind. The others looked at him oddly when he turned up with the rope, but Stiles just shrugged and took it back to swap for the first aid kit.

Kira had stocked up on bandages and antiseptic, dabbing at the wounds on Allison's side, Erica cleaning one of Boyd's nastier scrapes. Stiles didn't even bother making his presence known before turning and going back to his car yet again.

"You are valuable, you know," Derek said, startling Stiles.

"What? I never said I wasn't!"

"You were thinking it though," he retorted and Stiles couldn't really argue that. "They only know how to do all of these things because of you, Stiles. Lydia's been practising her banshee scream for weeks, Kira took a first aid course at the hospital, and if it wasn't for you, neither one would have ever done that on their own. Lydia would have ignored it, and Kira probably wouldn't have gone into the hospital unless she was a patient."

Stiles didn't quite believe Derek, but he spoke so earnestly that it wasn't difficult to see that Derek believed what he was saying completely and utterly.

"All right then. Thanks," Stiles said, hugging him warmly. "You're valuable too, y'know," he added, smiling. "And if we weren't so close to a bunch of werewolves, I'd tell you how," Stiles said with a wink.

Derek grinned - ignoring Isaac's 'thank you!' from the warehouse - and kissed Stiles firmly.

"Pretty sure they all know how to get home without me too," Stiles murmured against Derek's lips. "Race you home," he said, slipping into the Jeep and turning the car on.

Derek gave him a head start, waiting until he heard the car turning into the main road before he started to run towards their home. Stiles would win, and Derek would come home to be greeted by a trail of still-warm clothes leading him upstairs to their bedroom. Yeah, Stiles was pretty damn valuable to everyone in the pack.

End of word challenge.

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