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Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 7

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,

But she doesn't have a lot to say.

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,

But she changes from day to day.

Stiles' 18th birthday party passed without a single mention of the Derek Hale incident. The Sheriff acted like nothing happened and Stiles never brought it up, and Scott didn't dare asking since he wasn't supposed to know about any of it, and he sure wasn't going to tell Stiles the man who broke his heart was his big brother. Not that he was ashamed of Derek.

Well, maybe just a little.

The party went on the whole night, and Stiles seemed to be having fun, most of the time. But there were some moments every now and then, where Scott caught him standing all by himself with a troubled expression hardening his usually smug features. He'd think about going there and talk to him, but then Lydia or Erica would march in and pull Stiles into another dance, and that expression would vanish and make room for another smile.

The days after the party went on in a busy blur for all of them, and Scott spent every waking moment where he wasn't at school or with Stiles, to teach Derek how to sign. His - in their father's opinion, wasted - intelligence showed as he proved to be a bright and quick learner, and in two weeks time he was able to get through a full conversation in sign language.

Stiles, on his part, was still having troubles getting over Derek, even though he tried telling himself to forget about this asshole. But this asshole had the most beautiful green eyes and such a gorgeous smile, Stiles sometimes despised himself for daydreaming about it.

Stiles also wasn't so happy with Scott's unexplained absence. He asked him once or twice what was he doing all the time, since he was pretty sure Scott didn't ask Allison out yet. But Scott always avoided giving a clear answer and claimed to have a lot of homework to catch up on.

Yeah, right.

"Okay, that's it. What's up with that face?" Lydia asked one day at school, putting her tray down and sliding to the empty seat beside Stiles. He looked up for a moment, startled, then looked back into his own lunch and shrugged.

What face? He reluctantly signed with one hand.

"That face," Lydia said casually, biting onto a small salted cracker. "Like someone took your favorite toy."

There is no face.

"Yeah, right." She scowled, clearly unconvinced. "Don't lie to me." Her voice sounded more like an order than a request. Stiles put his fork down, not that much hungry anymore.

Would it help if I said I just don't want to talk about it? He signed, his shoulders dropping as he knew it was a losing battle. Lydia huffed a humorless laugh.

"You know the answer."

Fine. Stiles sighed, his fingers spreading as he slowly bumped his thumb twice against his chest, moving in small, hesitant motions. I'm a little... bummed, about that guy from the party.

"The hot one you kissed?" Lydia asked with an arched eyebrow, a hint of a smirk ghosting on her lips. Stiles nodded once, stiffly.

Yeah. Him. He came to my house a couple of weeks ago-

"Oh my God, he did?!" Lydia suddenly exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, pushing away her tray and turning in her seat to face Stiles, eyes shining gleefully.

Yeah. Stiles signed grimly, his eyes distant and unaffected by her excitement. And it was a disaster. Lydia frowned, her smile weakening instantly.

"Why?"

Because he was a dick. Stiles signed sharply, suddenly very pissed. He didn't allow himself to think about it much during the past two weeks, not wanting to feel the sting of hurt that accompanied those thoughts. But now his anger and frustration surfaced, lashing out at the poor redhead. He couldn't even look at me once my dad told him I'm mute.

"What!" Lydia stared at him in disbelief, her frown mixed with confusion. "He seemed like such a nice guy! Are you sure you understood him righ-"

Yes, I'm sure! Apparently, you could shout in sign language, if you really wanted to. Stiles was glaring at her, his eyebrows connected in a pissed off expression. Lydia put one hand up in surrender.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry I brought this up." She apologized to a very angry Stiles. "I just think you might have misjudged him a little. Maybe try talking to him ag-"

"What are you guys talking about?" Lydia was interrupted for the second time today, as Scott and Isaac joined them at the table.

Nothing. Stiles briefly, sharply swept his hand under his chin and stood up in a sudden movement, taking his abandoned lunch tray with him and stomping away. Isaac frowned, quirking a curious and confused eyebrow at Lydia as they watched their friend's retreating back.

"What's up with him?" He asked slowly, nodding his chin at Stiles' direction. Lydia shrugged with a displeased huff, burying her face back in her lunch.

Somehow, Scott has a feeling he knew exactly what this was about. He needed to catch a talk with Derek. Soon.

Derek jumped and looked up from his laptop screen as he heard a sharp knock on his bedroom door. He quickly minimized the tab that presented a bunch of short videos that taught different expressions in ASL and got up to open the door. Luckily, it wasn't his father demanding to know what the hell did Derek do with his spare time, but Scott.

A very upset-looking Scott.

"We need to talk." He said and marched inside as Derek closed the door behind him with a sigh, sitting on the edge of Derek's bed with crossed arms.

Oh, boy.

"What about?" Derek asked dreadfully, flopping back into the chair in front of his laptop and facing his little brother. Whatever was so important that made Scott look at him like he was about to hit him with a baseball bat, it couldn't be good.

He hated that Scott looked at him like that.

"Stiles." Scott said firmly, and Derek stiffened in his seat. Shit. Nothing good could come out of this kind of conversation. Derek knew Scott was Stiles' best friend, but he also knew they never spoke about him, and that it ate at Scott's conscience every single day.

"Oh." Was all Derek could contribute.

"You need to talk to him. Seriously, dude." Scott said firmly, and at that moment he looked so much like Melissa when she was angry, Derek could almost laugh.

Almost.

"Why? Did he, did he tell you something?" He asked, trying to sound unfazed. His curiosity picked up though, his heart giving a hopeful thump. Scott uncrossed his arms, huffing.

"Not exactly." He told Derek slowly. "More like, snapped. At Lydia. Whatever happened between you two still bothers him, and I can tell he still thinks about you."

"Oh..."

"Not that it's such a bad thing, though...!" Scott hurried to add, attempting to give Derek a reassuring smile but ending up looking just... creepy. "Believe me, I know Stiles. If he weren't still interested, he'd have let it go already. He spent years pining for Lydia Martin before he gave up."

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah, dude." Scott smiled at the shit-eating grin that slowly spread across Derek's face. "He's still into you."

"That's, um, cool." He shifted in his seat, trying to sound nonchalant, but still he was unable to wipe the smug grin off his face.

"So?"

"So, what?"

"What are you gonna do about it?" Scott asked impatiently, rolling his eyes so hard Derek swore he could almost hear it. He shrugged and started tapping his fingers quietly on the armchair, leaning back in his chair and stretching his legs forwards, crossing them.

"I thought maybe, try and stop by his house again?" He suggested. Scott shook his head firmly.

"No, no. Don't do that. If you show up there right now, his dad might shoot you. He really doesn't like it when people treat his son with disrespect."

The tapping stopped. "I didn't mean-"

"I know you didn't. But they don't. So stay away from the sheriff for now and look for another way to talk to Stiles."

"Any ideas?" Derek asked and leaned back again, resuming his nervous tapping. Scott bit his lip for a second, then nodded and leaned forwards, as if he had a secret.

"Lydia is having a party this weekend, since her parents are gonna be out of town. You should come. Everyone's invited."

Derek cocked one hairy eyebrow. "You guys sure go to a lot of parties."

Scott smirked.

"You noticed, huh?" He snorted. "Anyway, I'm gonna make sure Stiles comes as well, so don't screw it up. This will probably be your only chance to prove him you are not a complete jerk."

"Great pep-talk, little brother."

"That's what I'm here for." Scott laughed and stood up, brushing at his jeans and stretching one arm. "Now, come on. Mom made spaghetti and meat balls."

"Yuck."

"Shut up, you big baby." Scott smiled as Derek stood up as well and joined him, closing the bedroom door behind them.

Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl.

Someday I'm going to make her mine,

Oh yeah.

Someday I'm going to make her mine.

A/N: Song used: "Her Majesty" / The Beatles.

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