Scott lead Derek through the crowd of people at the John F. Kennedy International Airport, scanning the hall for Isaac. They finally found him standing offside the check-in counter. The beta jumped in alarm as Scott put his hand on his shoulder.
„Dude, check your nose, it's just me."
„Sorry, I'm just so strung up that I can't distinguish between all my senses."
Scott gave him an understanding smile, but quickly went on with the important matters.
„Did you get them?"
„Yeah, I got them."
They took a few steps to the side, away from the official's eyes. Isaac grabbed into his pocket and pulled out two fake ID's and passports for Scott to inspect.
„Derek Stilinski", Scott read the first set and gave it to the older werewolf, who scrutinized the items with furrowed brows.
„Pass-pooort."
„Szczepan Stilinski." Scott's tongue stumbled a bit over his best friends real name and Isaac looked at him doubtfully, not sure if he could pretend to be Stiles, if he couldn't even pronounce his real name.
Derek watched with a darkening face, as Isaac took the documents back.
„Akta dedero ansila do mektet."
„No no, I can't be your husband. I've got to go to Beacon Hills and prepare everything for your arrival. Isaac is in great shape, he can protect you."
Derek looked the beta up and down, clearly disapproving of Scott's plan.
„Now, please." Scott took the man by his shoulders to gain his full attention. „Go to the banshee, collect the stones and meet me at the Nemeton."
„Okay", Derek nodded slowly.
„Last call for flight 805 to Los Angeles", the computer voice loudly announced through the speakers in the great hall.
Scott watched as Isaac took Derek by his arm and lead him towards the check-in counter. Trembling nervously, the young beta pulled out the tickets and gave them to the check-in attendant.
„ID please", the woman said in a bored voice.
„Sorry", Isaac murmured flustered and showed her his fake documents.
„Mr. Stilinski?"
„Uh, yeah?"
„Congratulations on winning the contest."
Isaac gave a sigh of relieve and then quickly faked a small laugh.
„Ha! Yeah, okay. Thank you!"
„Sorry", she said as she looked over his ID once again. „I'm curious, how do they pronounce you name?"
„My name?", Isaac stammered and began to break out into a sweat.
„Yeah, your first name."
„Oh, uhm. It's, uh, uh-"
„Szczepan", another voice exclaimed. Isaac whisked around and found Stiles standing right behind him with a bright smile on his face.
„Hey! I was so afraid I wasn't gonna make this flight, so I said, uh, Isaac here", Stiles told the attendant, stressing out Isaacs name and pushing the fake documents towards the beta. „should come and pick up my boarding pass, but now Isaac has to go."
The blonde boy tried to object, but Stiles pushed him out of the way forcefully and took his place next to Derek.
„Thank you, Isaac! Bye!"
He watched the beta stumbling away hastily in search for Scott, before he faked another big smile and turned back towards the attendant.
„Hi, I am Szczepan Stilinski." He handed her his documents to prove his statement.
The woman looked a little confused, but checked him in nonetheless. Next, she pointed at Derek. „And this is?"
The werewolf quickly held up his documents. „Derek Stilinski. Passport", he said in an automatic voice and Stiles heart fluttered as he heard the other man identifying himself as his husband, even though he knew it was all just a farce.
He looked at the attendant, daring her to say something about how such a perfect creature could ever be with a spaz as himself, but she just smiled at the pair.
„Passport", Derek repeated and Stiles began to feel awkward as the woman continued to look at them expactantly.
„Passport."
„Yes, Derek Stilinski. Passport."
„Passport."
„Yeah, she knows that it's a passport", he said nervously and grabbed the document out of Dereks hands to give them to the attendant.
„Derek Stilinskis, my husband. Newlyweds, just met! You know how it is, bump into each other, sparks happen."
„Passport."
„Yes, she knows it's a passport!", he growled at Derek to stop him from trying to pronounce the word correctly over and over again. „Anyway", he told the woman in a calm voice. „We are in love."
As soon as they were checked in, Stiles rushed with Derek in tow towards the boarding gate. He didn't want to run into neither Scott, who would want to take his place and fly to LA with Derek alone, nor into Allison, who was supposed to play his wife on this mission and waited outside for his sign that he got the tickets back.
While they waited in line, his fingers thrummed impatiently against his leg, until a warm hand suddenly reached for his own. Taken aback, he looked over to Derek standing next to him. The werewolf didn't say anything, just intertwined their fingers, lightly squeezing them, and kept his annoyed expression to the front. Yeah, of course this meant nothing except that Derek was tired of Stiles fidgeting.
He pulled his hand out of Derek's grasp, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, and pushed them into his hoddies' pockets. He could feel Derek's gaze glowering at the side of his face and was relieved when it was finally their turn.
The stewardess took one short look at his boarding pass, before she fixed him with a gleefull smile that bordered on psychotic.
„Oh, Mr. Stilinski! We really need you right now!", she said excited and waved another stewardess over to take her place at the boarding. With a firm grip on his arm, she pulled him along towards a door that had „staff only" written on it.
He looked back at a confused Derek, who gave Stiles a small, unsure wave until the other stewardess approached him. With a broad smile, Derek held up his documents for her to see.
„Passport!"