Curious Scott. The Curious little Beta.

Note: Mostly dialogue.

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"Don't you think it's pretty?"

"What?"

"The way the dust catches, see? Allison says it's like little bits stardust caught in the sun."

"...Vashta Nerada."

"What?"

"Where there's meat there's Vashta Nerada. They're everywhere you know. The dust specks in the beams of sunlight."

"I think I liked it better when you were incapable of speech."

"You're mad? Why?"

"Because you ruined a perfectly good conversation starter by making things up."

"Who said I was making things up?"

"Wait, so its real?"

"Very. See, this is why I'm not talkative. Everyone takes what I have to say the wrong way."

"Well sorry if every time you open your mouth its either thinly veiled threats of nonsensical nonsense."

"Nonsense? It's not nonsense it's education. Remember the graphs?"

"You drew giant salt shakers that were supposedly dangerous and real. How is that not nonsense?"

"...I really cannot wait the two in a half years its gonna take for me to say I told you so."

"Oh, so what? You've been to the future, now?"

"...it's complicated."

Sometimes conversations with Derek was like pulling teeth. Not that it had ever been easy talking with him, Derek had the sort of people skills that serial killers emanated. What with that the personal space issues and the intense eye glare and growl. Yet, after one summer's day in 2011, Derek Hale's personality took a turn for the strange. The weird. The down right curious.

No one else seemed to understand how it happened or why, but somehow Derek Hale, brooder extraordinaire had developed a personality. A weird one.

"I don't understand him half the time his mouth opens." Scott grumbles into his sandwich, taking a bite and near eviscerating it. "Cybermen, Daleks, Ood...what kind of a weird Sci-fi acid trip is he on anyway?"

"Couldn't say." Stiles shrugs. "Do you notice...how weird he's been acting lately?"

"Obviously (weren't you listening?) But what do you mean?"

"He...looks at me a lot- no dude! Stop with that face, that's the poop face! It's not like that."

"Okay. So, if he doesn't look at you like that but looks at you a lot, what does it mean? You think he's gonna eat you or something?"

"Not funny. Not funny at all."

"What? It's a little funny. It's a joke."

"Not a joke if he can literally eat me if he wanted."

"Oh...yeah...forgot."

Stiles licks his lips and leans forward, perfectly aware that Jackson and Issac can hear him anyway despite being seated at opposite ends of the food court. The mall is overly crowded and heavily populated and loud, but Stiles is certain that his voice carries easily to the wolves ears.

"It's like he's waiting for something. Last week with the wraith, remember?"

"The one time you actually managed to protect yourself like a bad-ass? Of course I remember." Scott grins. "What about it?"

"Well, he smiled at me with relief and said 'almost' and pat me on the back like he was congratulating me." Stiles shakes his head as the fingers of his left had toy with the straw still in his empty Styrofoam cup. "When I asked what he meant all he said was 'spoilers.' Who even says that?"

"I told you he was being weird."

"I wonder what he meant. Whatever, doesn't matter." He stands up and gives Scott a grin. "I'll let you and the other's get back to your puppy bonding at the mall."

"It's cool. See you tomorrow."

"Can't wait."

Of course Stiles did see Scott that night. Three months (and a year that never happened) later. By then Stiles would already understand Derek's strange new founded personality and of course, he would have grown into his own. Scott, for his part would still find himself confused later on...well, at least until the winter of 2013 when the Daleks invaded California (for reasons that the Doctor will explain when he finds the patience to deal with a pack of teen wolves.)

"You can say it, you know." Scott dodges a well aimed attack, the robotic screetch of EXTERMINATE rings throughout the woods as the wolves run. "I know you want to!"

Derek Hale, his Alpha grins roguishly.

"Well if you already know what I'm going to say...then where's the fun?"

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Muse: Prequel and sequel to the first chapter. This takes place the day Stiles meets the Doctor, goes to 2004 and makes 15 year old Derek his companion. Also, Derek's comment at the Vashta Nerada was inspired by a tumblr post. Which inspired the rest of this. God, I love Tumblr. Review please. Reviews make me happy (and tell me that the story isn't awful.)