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    Pack Wars by

    Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)  

    13 Jun 2016

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    Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

    Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

    (Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

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    "Heroes rarely make for good friends," Stiles says with a shrug. "They're too worried about everyone else to be properly worried about the people that should matter the most."

    "He manages somehow, when it comes to Allison," Derek says, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

    Stiles glares at him. "Thanks for that. As if I needed the reminder of just where I fall on the importance scale according to Scott McCall."

    "I think you do," Derek snaps, grabbing Stiles' arm to turn back and look at him. "Because you deserve better than that, but you just keep letting him get away with it."
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    Stiles huffs out a laugh, before burying his head in his arms. "I was wrong," he says. "You haven't changed at all."

    Scott turns and falls to sit down beside Stiles, pushing back against him until they're shoulder to shoulder. "You know, even if you told me not to go with you that night, I'd still have gone with you," he says. "Because you were going, so where else would I be?"
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    "Right," his father says, apparently unfazed. He looks strangely reassured, if anything, by Stiles' insane ramblings. Stiles doesn't know whether or not he should be offended by that. John turns back to Derek. "Apparently you're staying with us."

    "I don't think that's a good idea," Derek says quickly.

    "And I don't think you've really been staying with a 'friend,'" his dad says, and he uses air-quotes—seriously, air-quotes—and Stiles watches as Derek looks at his father with something approaching horror, like he's finally realizing Stiles' personality had to come from somewhere.

    "Deaton already ran out on you," Stiles says helpfully. "He said something about bunyip fangs being medicinal, and set off with a pair of pliers. He looked way too excited about it, if you ask me. I don't think you want to be left here alone with him."
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    Chris grins slowly. It's a nice smile, objectively. If Stiles saw him on the street, he'd think, that looks like a nice guy. But he knows exactly what Chris is capable of, he knows everything that's going on beneath that carefully structured surface, and it adds menace to pretty much anything he does. He probably mows the lawn menacingly.

    "I'm here to help," Chris says.

    Case and point: pleasantly spoken offer of help = menacing.
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    Stiles needs him right now. Derek finds he likes being needed implicitly, not in a 'literally only Derek can do this thing' sort of way, but in an 'anyone can do this thing, but Derek is most preferable' sort of way.
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    Sir, Stiles thinks incredulously, and it sort of breaks his heart. Derek, to his little group of friends, is supposed to be this big, independent grown-up, but sit him down in front of the Sheriff and it's painfully obvious just how young he still is. He has the worst suspicion that Derek had been like Scott once, all trusting and innocent and bright.
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    Derek Hale is pretty much all muscle, so dragging him into the house when he keeps dropping off to sleep like a lycanthropic narcoleptic is easier in theory than practice. Stiles is trying to hold him up as his father unlocks the door, and also ignore all his father's judgmental side glances, like the way Derek is leaning on him in his unconsciousness is inappropriate in some way.

    He supposes he should be flattered his father is so convinced he could land someone like Derek. Except his father kind of always thinks Stiles is amazing—when he doesn't think he's infuriating, that is—because that's sort of his job.