Summary: Two quick humor fics of Derek and Stiles with peripheral Scott. Also, Derek is vengeful in thoroughly embarrassing ways.
Fires 03-a
"You're an idiot." Stiles says fondly and it's a testament to how off guard Derek is that his defacto response isn't to threaten the kid. "I like idiots."
Stiles grins and shrugs, gesturing behind them to where Scott is falling all over himself while Allison laughs warmly at him.
"They're, uh, familiar territory."
Fires 03-b
Derek isn't the kind of vengeful that's all threats and blood, not most of the time anyway. He prefers to bide his time, wait until something, or someone, has annoyed him to the point where they just send him right over the edge. His retaliation is carefully planned and executed.
So when Scott has been working his last nerve for the better part of a week, all it takes is one little tiff, that he won't even remember the subject of later, with Stiles that seals the deal. He waits a block away from the school and when both boys are walking in for class, he puts his car in drive and his beautiful-in-its-simplicity plan, into action.
"Hey," He calls loudly out the window and waits for the two to turn around (along with the lingering students because that's just a bonus). He moves his sunglasses down and only sees Stiles' confused expression peripherally, eyes locked on Scott. He grins wide, all teeth. "I'm fucking your best friend."
He winks at the round-eyed teen and tears off, laying rubber. In the rearview, he sees Scott looking like a traumatized veteran of some god awful war and a red-faced Stiles flailing, cursing, trying to explain and swearing his vengeance all at once.
Derek grinned. He couldn't wait.