Squiggle: M'Yeah, Sterek, dats the word for it, M'Yeah...
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Once they were driving for a while and Stiles' pulse had gone down by a couple dozen beats, he broke the silence of the small vehicle. "Not that I'm saying I told you so, just next time I suggest you not go out, could you at least, I don't know, change your plans to something a little calmer? Maybe Scrabble?" Scott glared at him weakly. "Not a good time to point out that you should listen to your voice of reason?"

"How is assuming I'm a werewolf reasonable at all?" Stiles scoffed.

"First off, I didn't assume. I did my research after I had sufficient cause to see it as a possibility. Second, if something turns out to be right, it's reasonable." Scott glared more, not having any argument.

"Jerk…" Stiles glared at him lightly and huffed.

"Bitch." Derek rolled his eyes, which Stiles could plainly see in the rear view mirror.

"You ladies done?" Scott turned to glare at Derek. Stiles wanted to, but was preoccupied with not wrecking his car.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I don't know maybe because, you turned me into a werewolf and got me chased by homicidal psychopaths?" Derek gave a fake laugh and glared.

"Not you, idiot. Him." Scott looked at him out of the corner of his eye, which he saw out of the corner of his, but then went back to glaring at Derek.

"Maybe because he's a good friend." Derek rolled his eyes and gave Scott a condescending look.

"Shut up." Derek looked at him. "I've saved your ass twice now. Why would you be mad at me?"

"Twice?"

"Passing out in the middle of the forest isn't very safe. Bleeding like you were, something would have nibbled on you."

"So you're the one who found me."

"Yes. So, why are you mad at me?" No more avoiding the question then…

"Why do you think I'm mad? I haven't said a word to you…" Okay, Stiles would admit that sounded a bit pissy. But still not enough to assume he was mad about anything other the situation or Derek being a little bitchy.

"Well that's part of it. You're also radiating anger." Stiles scoffed.

"Are you a psychic or a werewolf?"

"Heightened senses. Are you going to answer me?" Stiles shifted, a bit uncomfortable as he drove, not being able to emotionally engage in the conversation as much as he'd like.

"Not until you answer me."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Stiles glared into the rear view.

"Figure it out yourself. Where do I turn to take you home?" Derek seemed a bit upset in response.

"Fine… On the right about a mile up the road here there's a dirt road. You can drop me off on the main road, I'll walk the rest of the way." Stiles ignored him and turned onto the dirt road. Thankfully it mostly went straight back. Derek stopped after getting out and turned to Stiles, but he spoke as if speaking generally to both of them. "I'll be in touch. See ya." Stiles tried to keep from smiling but he did; not much but still. Stiles got back on the main road and Scott stared at him.

"Dude, What?" Scott gave a curious look.

"Why do I have the feeling I had no idea what was going on with you two?" Stiles made a fake I-don't –know-what-you're-talking-about face.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"There's something I don't know about going on between you and Derek. He knew you. He liked you." Stiles turned to his friend swiftly.

"You really think he likes me?" Scott gave him a bitch face and he sighed "It's a long story."

"How long can it be? You met on- apparently Sunday… It's barely Saturday morning." Stiles took a second to think.

"Yeah, well it's longer than Romeo and Juliet knew each other, and I haven't slept with him, married him, and neither of us are dead yet. So, chill." Stiles sighed. "We ran into each other yesterday in line at the supermarket. We got to talking. He gave me his number and helped me carry my groceries to car. And then we started flirting…" Stiles knew he sounded stupid but didn't realize he had a goofy smile until Scott interrupted.

"Um, Stiles you do recall he bit me and probably killed a woman, right?" Stiles glared at him.

"Anyways, after I made and had dinner with the guys I texted him and he told me his sister died recently, and that he had had to bury her just this week. I asked if he wanted me to come over but he said it wasn't a good idea because he's staying at his family's place. He asked if he could come over because he wanted to see me and I told him he could but he'd have to sneak in so it wouldn't disturb the guys. So, he came in through my bedroom window but Dean must've seen him, because he busted my door open holding a god damn pistol. Derek was actually fairly calm about that. I explained the situation to Dean out in the hall and he understood. But when I went back in Derek was gone and he left a note saying sorry for getting me in trouble. That would be fine, but he hasn't answered any of my texts since that. And that's why I'm mad…" Scott had a thinking look on his face.

"You think maybe his sister was the girl in the woods?"

"Really? That's what you got out of that whole thing?" Stiles sighed. "Well, if it was I doubt he did it. The way he talked about her, they were close." Scott shrugged, seeming to drop it.

"So, you're crushing on a psycho werewolf who attacked and bit me." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Scott, that was my exact motive in flirting with him. I knew he was a werewolf and that he bit you, I just thought it'd be funnier if it escalated to the point that I nearly got shot in the woods by crazy werewolf hunters. That is what goes on in my head during a trip to the grocery store." Scott gave a short laugh and looked over.

"Can I crash in your room tonight? My mom has the night shift and I don't want to go to bed in an empty house tonight." Stiles sighed just finally calming a bit.

"Sure. Why not? Want to know something funny?" Scott looked at him waiting for said funny thing. "I final talked to Lydia."

"No way! Really?" Stiles nodded laughing along with Scott.

"Yeah, but only because she insisted on interrogating me about Derek."

"She saw Derek?"

"No. I went to the party looking for you and she intercepted me. Probably so I wouldn't mess up your and Allison's date. She made me tell her what was bothering me." Scott sighed.

"Allison's gonna hate me!"

"No she's not."

"How do you know?"

"Well I'm still swooning over that furry jerk... And he kind of messed up worse than you." Stiles patted Scott on the shoulder. "Just be sure to apologize, dude. Or be just amazingly fucking adorable." Scott rolled his eyes and punched Stiles in the shoulder.