I know no one asked. But Malia was in the back seat in 11 because she gets annoying in the front and Lydia made her and Stiles switch at a gas station on the way to the mall. And She wasn't about to make the same mistake on the way back.
KittyCatAttack: Cas will not find this funny, and I do not have the money to buy the Martins a new home. There will be Drama over this, and I am hoping to minimize the damage and make it as easy for Cas as possible. That's a lie, there will be angry betrayal crying. I lied about Scott.
HeidiFox! We missed you, thank you very much for your slinkery! (not a word, should be.) And no, as far as I know, the Nogitsune would not be harmed by Holy Water. But this is after the Nogitsune, and his experience with that will come into play as Stiles starts to struggle with what's going on.
HanoonAli, Thank you so very much. You stroke my poor ego free of bruises.
As promised virtual compliment cookies! I happen to know that Heidi has very beautiful hands, Ali has very impressive cheekbones, Cassie has amazing hypno-eyes, and KittyCatAttack has very silky hair.
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"Why don't we do it at his place?" Stiles suggested. Malia repeated it into the phone, and then shook her head.

"He took the jeep there."

"Tell him he's an idiot for me." Lydia said, driving faster than Stiles would've liked.

"So, they want to have the pack together tonight, but we can't stay at Scott's place or Kira's place because Scott's been there and it might give away that he's the alpha; we can't stay at my house, in the woods, or at the Hale House because they aren't secure; and we can't stay at the loft or Peter's apartment because he sat there with my baby too long..." Stiles nodded. "I'd like to second that he's an idiot."

"They both said you're an idiot. Okay." Malia spoke to them, rather than the phone. "Derek shares your sentiment. Peter just said to tell Stiles to shut up, and asked if you two could try coming up with something instead of complaining." They all paused to sigh and think.

"Hey, could we use your place?" Stiles asked Lydia. Lydia genuinely thought about it before shaking her head.

"Even the living room would be too small. Good try though..." Stiles snapped his fingers.

"But the back yard would be plenty big! And your mom got that privacy bug net thing. It'd be perfect!" Lydia seemed amenable.

"But you guys were there in the Jeep." Lydia shook her head.

"But only a few seconds, and then we all left. It'd be the last place they'd think to go if they've been watching us." Stiles seemed giddy now.

"Suggest it!"

"Lydia said we can use her place.- -No, the backyard.- -They have a privacy net I guess.- -Okay. We'll see you there then." Malia closed her phone and sat there a minute. "Hey." She directed toward Stiles.

"Yeah?" Stiles looked back in the mirror.

"Give me your arm really quick." Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Are you gonna bite me again?" Malia shrugged.

"Maybe..." Stiles rocketed to a non slumped position.

"No! Stop trying to use me as a chew toy! It isn't healthy!" Lydia gave a small snort of held down laughter.

"Yeah, Malia, you might catch something." Malia pouted but Stiles Scoffed.

"Very funny..." Lydia smiled into the mirror back at her.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Soon we'll be back home and you can bite him all you want."

"Lydia, stop encouraging her! You'll ruin her progress."

"Oh, shut up Stiles... Maybe you should get with Peter." Stiles gave her a shocked look. "Then you'd understand why I am very approving of Malia's biting habit." Stiles scoffed. "Ooh, or better yet, Derek. Although he doesn't seem like much of a biter." Stiles scoffed harder and gave a smirk.

"Depends on who you ask..." He muttered.

"Like maybe Chris..." Both of them turned to look at Malia, Lydia screeching the brakes. Malia flung forward to land in the space between them. "Oooowww... Seat belt..." She whined. Stiles helped her back into a sitting position and made sure she was okay.

"Now, what do you mean, 'like Chris'? Chris Argent?" Malia nodded to Lydia's questions.

"Peter may have confided in me that he thinks Derek may be dating someone he's 'known', and I noticed a lot of late night calls to a 'Chris' on his phone."

"Peter and Argent? You're kidding." Lydia grinned when Malia shook her head. Stiles spoke almost immediately after Lydia. Lydia started driving as he spoke, a little slower than her earlier NASCAR speed.

"What were you doing with Derek's phone?"

"He was out of the room and he left it so I looked through it. But yeah, he and Peter apparently had something going on when they were younger. All Peter said about when was that he was recently out of high school and Argent was a cute older guy." Stiles face quirked a bit in a moment of "eeh". Argent wasn't really his type. Although he had not-so-vaguely threatening him and throwing/pushing him up against things covered, and Stiles didn't have any problem being into older guys. But Argent was a little too old, or acted it, or whatever... He was too hard. Too stiff and rough. It reminded him of his father. Like a cop. It fit well to say it probably had to do with him being a hunter. Stiles didn't mind stiff. He himself was very guarded, even if through humor. But he needed someone smooth as well. A little social, even if only defensively. He'd want someone he could quip and joke and talk with. Silence was too lonely. Seriousness didn't fit with romance to him... Seriousness just made things awkward, and Argent was usually serious. He wouldn't mind Derek. But he could see how serious was best for the guy. But Peter? Was... well Peter! He avoided thinking about Peter like anything close to that, except for maybe a passing thought. Good looking? Sure. But Stiles still wasn't sure he'd even call Peter an ally, let alone pack. Wait. Since when were sexual options limited by the confines of the pack? Since when were any sexual options anymore than a chance to NOT be a virgin? But Stiles knew since when. Since he and Scott had became a part of a pack. The Pack. The one Derek and them started; trying to stop Peter. To be fair, Peter prompted The Pack. It wouldn't exist if Peter hadn't bitten Scott and drove them all together. But that's still the Peter Stiles knew. The cocky, passive-aggressive/aggressive (if he could get away with it), snarky, sociopathic, psycho-wolf that bit Lydia and kidnapped him a year ago. It's not that he held a grudge. Peter wasn't in his right mind, he got that. But he couldn't get over that Peter was still the same person. To Stiles that meant he was still the same kind of person. It wasn't that he thought Peter was a horrible person. The people he killed deserved what Karma they got, and he understood Peter killing them. It was his readiness to do it that made Stiles wary of him. Even without the Reason to do it, or the power, or the psychosis or whatever else played a part, Stiles had seen Peter a year ago, and he when he saw that same Peter now, it reminded him that that readiness was still there. It was clear that, no matter the circumstances, Peter's nature was dangerous, like a Black Mamba without the venom. And Stiles wasn't interested in risking his kiss of death, deadly or not.

Malia then shoved his shoulder gently from the other side of his car door. "Hey, you there?" She made her way up to the house, making him realize they were already back. She slowed as she passed him, as if waiting for him to hop out, but not about to stop, because after all he was the one out of his head, if he wanted to come with, he'd have to hurry up or catch up.

"Uh, yeah..." Stiles shook his head, fidgeting to remember where he was and how his seat belt would work.

"You better hurry or Lydia's going to lock you out and make you climb in the window..."

"Coming!" Stiles basically fell out of the car before closing it and running after the girls.