"You want me to do what?" Danny exclaimed, completely confused as he stood inside Stiles' room, backpack over one shoulder as he stared at Stiles in confusion.
"Trace a text." Stiles said, shrugging as if he were asking for something simple.
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
Stiles sighed and rubbed a hand over his shaved head.
"And we will. Once you trace the text."
Danny met Stiles' stare head on before he gave a sigh in defeat.
"And what makes you think I know how?"
Stiles blinked. "Uh… I looked up your arrest report, so…" He trailed off with a shrug.
Danny's shoulders dropped and he glared. "I was thirteen. They dropped the charges."
Stiles continued to stare; mouth opened slightly. He gestured his hands around and groaned as Danny shook his head.
"No. We are doing lab work." Danny set his backpack down beside Stiles' desk and sat down on the chair beside Stiles.
He startled slightly as he finally noticed the other two people in the room. Ellie sat upon Derek's lap as they both were settled into a blue mushroom-like chair that Ellie had dragged in from her room.
Ellie and Derek were silently reading a book together as she snuggled into his lap, tapping his wrist every now and then to let him know he could turn the page.
She sat sideways, her legs dangling over his one arm while hers was clinging to his shoulders, her head resting against his shoulder as they read.
"Who's he again?" Danny asked as he pointed towards Derek with his thumb.
Stiles paused in his fumbling with his laptop and looked over towards Ellie and Derek. He had forgotten they were there.
"Um… my cousin." Stiles flinched as Ellie and Derek shot him an immediate glare. "Miguel."
Danny bore a hole through the side of Stiles' head. "Right. Cousin. Your sister is literally in his lap, dude."
Stiles grimaced and gave a shrug. He had no idea how to fix this.
Danny glanced back over towards the couple. "Is that blood on his shirt?"
Stiles shot a look towards Derek and Ellie sat up to get a view as well. Huh. That was definitely blood.
"He gets real bad nose bleeds." Ellie said as she shrugged. She got up off Derek's lap and pretended to peer down at Derek's shirt, her lips grinning down at him. "Well, what do you know? That is blood."
Derek sent her a halfhearted glare.
"Hey, Miguel?" Stiles called and flinched back once more as Derek shifted his glare towards the teen, gaze hardening.
"I thought I told you that you could borrow one of my shirts?" Stiles gestured towards his dresser.
Ellie bit back a giggle and flopped herself down on her brother's bed. "Oh! That's right! Stiles did say that! Go ahead, cousin."
Derek's glare shifted back over to his girlfriend who giggled behind her hand.
Derek snapped the book shut, the sound echoing around the room as he stood up in silent irritation, begrudgingly heading over to the dresser.
He ripped his shirt over his head, exposing his back and Danny's eyes are immediately drawn to the rippling muscles and the tattoo.
Neither Danny nor Ellie were paying any attention to Stiles as he began talking, too invested in watching Derek, Miguel, try to find a shirt.
"Um, Stiles." Derek ground out between clenched teeth as he turned, holding up a couple shirts in exasperation.
"Yes?" Stiles asked and turned slightly to look at the man.
Derek held a dark striped shirt up in front of him. "This… No fit!" He glared.
"Then try something else on."
Derek's glare intensified. Ellie giggled and Danny couldn't look away from the chest that was now on display.
Derek turned back and finally threw an ugly orange and blue striped shirt on.
"Oh, hey! That one looks pretty good huh." Stiles teased as he tapped at Danny's shoulder to get his attention.
Derek turned to face them. His entire form radiated pure irritation.
His eyes promised Stiles would receive a painful death after this.
"What do you think, Danny?" Stiles asked and Danny snapped his mouth shut, tearing his gaze away from the cotton that was clinging tightly to Derek's chest like a second skin.
"Huh?"
Stiles grinned. "The shirt."
Danny gazed back at Derek. "It's uh…. Not really his color."
Derek took the shirt back off and Ellie bit her lip as she watched his muscles contract.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy?" Stiles smiled as he turned to Danny fully.
Danny stared down at the top of the desk. "You are a horrible person."
"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway! About that text?"
"Stiles!" Derek hissed; mouth pulled into a snarl. He knew what Stiles was trying to do and didn't appreciate it. Not one bit. The only good thing about this was that his mate was drooling over him.
"None of these fit!"
Ellie burst out into giggles. "Just go without. Doubt any of us care." She grinned and winked.
Danny bit his lip, and a small smile crossed his face. "I'll need the phone number…" Derek stopped listening as Danny started rattling off what he would need to trace the text.
Derek threw the shirt he was holding down angrily. He made his way over to the bed and threw himself down beside Ellie with a grumble. She giggled and reached back before she threw a soft throw blanket over his chest.
Danny paused and turned to face Ellie and Derek.
"Do you always snuggle with your cousin?" He emphasized the word, a teasing tone in his voice. Ellie grinned. Danny totally knew what was going on. Man, she liked that boy. She wanted him to be her friend.
"Well, when you are done over there, you can come join the snuggle fest." She grinned as Danny's face pinked up and he spun back around to face the computer.
Derek's hand gripped her thigh and gave a slight squeeze. She grinned over at him. His eyes were shut as he laid on his back, head near her ass as she laid on her stomach. His hand had a firm grip on the back of her thigh.
She reached down and back, her hand laying over his in return, fingers running over the skin on the back of his hand in return.
His hold lightened slightly, and she moved closer, her side pressing against his.
"Got it!" Danny called out and Ellie rushed up and over to the desk, standing behind the pair and peering over their shoulders.
She could feel Derek press up behind her as he too came to look.
"The text was sent from a computer." Danny spoke and pointed at the screen. "This one."
"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, face twisted in confusion. Stiles and Ellie stared in shock.
Danny crossed his arms as he sat back. "Yep."
Stiles shook his head rapidly. "No no no! That can't be right!"
Ellie frowned. "Melissa? But that doesn't make any sense. Why would she…? She doesn't even know!" She bit out.
Danny frowned. "Know what?" All three of them froze, gazes turning to look at Danny.
"Dude!" Danny gaped, staring at Derek in shock. "Your eyes!"
"Just what… Is going on here?" A deep voice came from the door, and they all turned to stare at the newcomer with wide eyes.
Peter gave a heavy sigh as he spotted his nephew, who's eyes were blazing blue.
His gaze shifted to the new boy.
"Well…" He gave a heavy sigh and rubbed between his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. "This Danny?"
Danny and Stiles looked shocked. Peter knew who he was?
Ellie gave a nod. "I asked Papa if it was alright for Danny to stop by, since dad wasn't here to give his approval." Ellie explained softly.
Peter stepped in and leaned against the wall.
"Dude! You guys are werewolves, aren't you?!" Danny exclaimed; eyes wide with excitement.
Peter closed his eyes and let out a groan.
These damn kids.
Danny shrank in on himself before giving a shrug. The man he didn't know looked completely done with them all and the others were looking at Danny strangely.
"What? This is Beacon Hills; strange stuff happens all the time. Kinda hard to hide that there are wolves here." He shrugged and was rewarded with a large bright smile from Stiles' sister.
She slapped Derek's shoulder repeatedly. "Can we keep him? Oh! I want to keep him!" She rushed over to Danny and started firing question after question at him, startling the poor boy.
"You're my new best friend… My only friend technically."
Danny sent Stiles and Derek a look and Stiles just shrugged while Derek glared.
"Derek?" Peter trailed off in exasperation. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"