"I have a crazy idea." Stiles says to the group at large. All of them turn to give her a really long look. Frankly it's magically that everyone is current in this room together. Getting Allison here was a particularly epic feat. Stiles is considering putting that on her tombstone. 'Once got a murder crazy Disney princess to have a sit down with people who she wanted to murder and no one was killed…as of yet.'
"You are all going to hate this idea." She prefaces because if she does that now then no one can say they are surprised they hate the idea. "How about instead of doing some kind of insane stunt like we always do instead we go have a chit chat with this Alpacas."
"Alpha Pack." Derek corrects.
"What I said. Alpacas."
This is followed by a long silence while everyone looks at her like she has grown two heads.
"And how would you purpose we got talk to a group of power hungry murders?" Peter asks from his hiding position on the stairs.
"You and me and Allison go around front. Derek and Scott head around back but don't go of attacking people or punching things for no reason." Stiles starts drawing little stick figures on the bank vault blue prints. "Peter gets to ask all about what the hell they are doing here. Allison brings sharp things. I bring a gun and some mountain ash. Allison texts her dad the info about what is happening and so we have an adult aware of our actions."
No one has said anything.
"I hate this idea." Derek says finally.
"Which is how I know this is going to work out perfectly." Stiles smiles. Peter smiles. Allison looks interested. Scott and Derek are suddenly very alone. No one mentions that Isaac is in a blanket burrito in the corner drinking hot chocolate and watching Netflix on an iPad. He deserves his cuddles.
They actually agree not to do this on the full moon with only a few hours of planning. Stiles and Peter form some kind of creepy super team and make plans and lay down a bunch of ideas and make a calling tree of all things. Lydia is brought up to date on the goings on.
Derek goes to pick up Scott from school the next day. Stiles had figured that doing this on a Friday night would be a much better choice because it meant that none of them would be busy with anything else and could reasonably be up all night without trouble.
"Scott and I did not spend all summer doing extra reading and getting our shit together to just let it fall apart so quickly"
"I thought you spend it grounded and going to crime statistic seminars with your dad."
"Where I did a lot of reading. I finished all of William Shakespeare and the Iliad. And everything Terry Pratchett has ever written."
So here Derek was, standing outside the school doing as he was told. He had thought he was done with this. The whole point had been to be done with this. Cut ties with Scott and Stiles, pursue the Alpha Pack alone, minimize danger to others. Only these two bubbly assholes seemed to refuse to leave him alone.
It had been weird though. Stiles had spoken to him pretty normally but he knew her heart had been racing and watched her restrain herself from speaking to him on several occasion last night. Derek had only been able to stay strong because he knew he was saving Stiles from the hell that was about to rain down. He ignored the urge to kick everyone out of his apartment and fuck her against every surface. He pretended that he hadn't bought another Costco size box of condoms out of habit.
A pile of books spread out in front of his feet.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Came a feminine voice. Derek looked up into the face of a young woman who had a teachers ID Badge around a lanyard on her neck. She bent down to start picking up the books and Derek knelt down to help. "Oh you don't have to really I can get these." Derek looked doubtfully at the pile of books.
"Where you going?" He asked standing and holding half of the massive stack.
"Just around the corner to my car." She smiled and pointed to a beat up sedan.
She's cute. Said a small part of his brain.
That's a horrible idea and you know it. Said a larger part of his brain.
The woman was talking while they walked. Something about just moving in to fill in for a teacher who had left to go teach at a private school. It was weird how little he cared about her babble. Derek was now at pro level when it came to dealing with babble. But where Stiles babbled about shows, or some weird internet trend she saw, or on fun occasions porn, this woman mostly just talked about herself and boring stuff. Like school.
They got to her car and put the books in the trunk. Derek turned to go, his work here clearly done.
"So whose big brother are you?" She asked with a shy smile.
Abort! Screamed his brain.
Don't fucking say something stupid. Echoed his brain.
Dees Nuts. Quiped the part of his brain that sounded like Stiles.
"Isaac." Derek supplied woodenly. It wasn't the worse lie in the world. He had sorta taken care of Isaac for a few months. Although apparently he was not to do that anymore because Stiles had put Isaac on the back of Scott's bike and instructed her friend to feed the poor cinnamon roll.
"I can see that actually." She gave a little hair flip. "Same cheek bones."
ooOOo. Sighed a small part of his brain.
She practiced that in front of a mirror for days. Barked the Stiles part of his brain.
Derek just nodded.
"Jennifer by the way." She held out her hand and Derek did the same because he was supposed to be human and he needed to actually interact with people when they made him in public.
"Derek." He smiled because he was trying to look less like a serial killer. Her heart rate increased.
"Nice to meet you Derek." Jennifer gave a final little smile before climbing into her car and driving off.
I like her. Whispered a very small part of his brain.
No you don't. Replied his dick.
"You okay?" Scott asked as he appeared out of nowhere. Derek felt dazed and out of it.
"Um." His mind was off.
"Well I am going to drive your car because you are having some kind of episode." Scott gave a shrug and took the keys from Derek. "You want to talk about it?"
"About what?"
"Um, whatever it is that has you more robotic. You were kinda turning into a real boy there for a while." Derek glared at him. "Stiles' words, not mine." Derek huffed and tried to figure out what was going on in his head.
"Turn it off!" Screamed the pissed werewolf in front of Stiles. She clicked off the '10 Hours of a Ringing Doorbell' video on her phone and smiled at the group of werewolves in front of her.
"Now that we have your attention," Stiles put her phone away. "What do you want? And give us back the werebabies."
"Excuse me?" The blind one asked sounding appalled.
Stiles rolls her eyes and looks at Allison and Peter hoping that they understand why she has to deal with noobs all day every day.
"Fork over the vamp and the straight man, then we can talk about what you are hoping to gain here." Stiles pulls out the missing person posters for Erica and Boyd. "Minors then terms."
"What makes you think we have terms?" The creepy girl without shoes sneers.
"Everyone has terms." Stiles is so not in the mood for this. She can feel Allison get closer and closer to just shooting everyone. "And frankly we are really fed up with the supernatural bullshit song and dance. That was so last semester. I am a junior now. I have SATS to prep for. Do you know how hard it is to write scholarship letters when crazy people keep having battles to the death with your friends? Unreasonably hard." Stiles points to Peter. "This one literally came back from the dead to criquite my clothes." She points to Allison. "Snow White here is cute as a button but rocking some epic anger management issues that are really grief and she tends to deal with this by trying to kill people I like."
The one alpha looks a bit concerned by this.
"And these people are my friends." Stiles pauses for effect. All that summer reading did some good. "We are a bunch of deranged super powered misfits and we do not have time to dick around with you. So, you are going to hand over the minors so we can return them to their homes and then we are going to have a chat about what you are doing in this Hellmouth and what needs to be done to send you on your way."
The blind one laughs. It's super creepy. Like Peter yelling about his face creepy. Or that thing Gerard did before he turned to ooze creepy.
"You my darling girl are more than worth the trip." He smiles, or rather bares his teeth.