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INT: CASTLE ROCK – PRIVATE ROOM – NIGHT

The room is lit brightly with beige drapes hanging across the floor-ceiling glass windows. The walls are cream but the light shines a tint in some areas, giving it a more intimate feel. The two walls between the wall holding the door and the window wall on the other side are covered by two long sofas move from wall-to-wall but at the centre of the tiny room, sit a square table with four chairs (one on each side). The table has been set but only drinks have arrived.

Lydia sits on one side of the table while Malia stands slightly to her right, legs astride and back rigid as she continues to frown at the door. Lydia touches Malia’s arm.

LYDIA

Sit.

MALIA

I’m here in an official capacity, Lydia.

LYDIA

You’re being ridiculous.

MALIA

Because this is a ridiculous idea.

LYDIA

You said you’d be supportive.

MALIA

(Presses her lips together)

I’m right here, Lydia.

Lydia nods, turning away as she hides the frown growing on her beautifully pale skin. Malia sighs as her eyes fall closed. She squats as she pulls Lydia’s chair around till Lydia is facing her.

MALIA

I’m not trying to be difficult.

LYDIA

I understand.

MALIA

I just think that you are in a position to change things for women at your company.

LYDIA

I will never get that chance if I am not appointed as CEO.

MALIA

And you’ll lose validity to speak as a gay woman if you marry a man. Lydia, please.

Lydia stiffens and Malia blinks, realizing what she just said.

MALIA

I’m sorry. I promised I wouldn’t try to talk you out of it.

Lydia smiles sadly and takes Malia by the cheek as they meet in a soft kiss. When they withdraw, Lydia smiles at her.

LYDIA

My prince.

MALIA

(Blushes)

Don’t be silly.

LYDIA

I’ve worked for this, Malia. And I hate that I have to deny who I am to get what I want but I’ve always known… we’ve always know it would come to this one day. We can’t back down now.

Malia nods as the door to the room rattles. She gets to her feet and shifts away from Lydia right as the door opens. The first person who walks in a tall, dark haired man in an expensive suit. He looks very much like the men at Lydia’s firm but he does not carry the air of a lawyer. If anything, he looks uncomfortable in his get up as he adjusts the hem of his suit the moment he enters the room. His eyes meet Lydia’s and she sits up, getting to her feet to greet him when another man enters. He has a much smaller build but is only slightly shorter than the first one. He isn’t wearing a jacket or blazer but looks comfortable in his shirt and pants as his eyes surveys the room till he sees Lydia.

He smiles.

STILES

Hello. You must be Lydia. I’m-

LYDIA

(Cuts in)

Derek Hale.

Stiles stops, hand clasping Lydia’s as his eyes widen.

STILES

(Sputters)

Oh no! I’m not… I’m… I’m just Stiles. This (Gestures at the man behind him), this is Derek.

Confused, Lydia lets go of Stiles’ hand as Derek offers his.

LYDIA

I do not understand. I expressed a need for discretion when I agreed to this meeting.

DEREK

And I understand that need.

LYDIA

We agreed only a plus-one.

DEREK

Yes.

LYDIA

So why is he here? You said you would only bring a bodyguard that you trust.

DEREK

He is my bodyguard.

Malia scoffs as Lydia’s eyebrows rise in disbelief.

DEREK

Can we get to it?

He sits, gesturing Stiles into the chair opposite where Malia is standing. Stiles sits, picking up one of the wine bottles placed in an ice bucket.

DEREK

I believe you saw the contract I drafted?

LYDIA

I have some amendments.

Derek grimaces, placing his hands on the table.

DEREK

I believe I was more than fair about the wedding arrangements.

LYDIA

I refuse to feel insulted that you would think that that is my only area of concern.

STILES

(Rushes in)

He didn’t mean anything by it.

LYDIA

(Still looking at Derek)

I believe he can speak for himself.

Stiles shrugs, falling silent as he begins to unwrap the bottle of his choice.

DEREK

What would you like to change?

LYDIA

Living arrangements.

DEREK

We’ll be living side-by-side.

LYDIA

In separate houses? I’m sorry, Mr. Hale, but if I’m going to sell this marriage to the board, I have to live under the same roof as my husband.

DEREK

I do not want to live with you.

LYDIA

I do not want to live with you either but here we both are.

They stare at each other in horribly hidden anger until Stiles fills a glass and drops it in front of Derek, thereby breaking Derek’s concentration.

LYDIA

I win.

DEREK

It is not a competition.

LYDIA

Then you are in the wrong room. I do not like to lose and I will not be deemed a failure. If we are to get married, then we shall do it right.

Derek opens his mouth to retort but Stiles rubs his fingers over Derek’s hand and Derek calms down, staring at the spot where Stiles had touched. He exhales and then looks up at Lydia.

DEREK

(Through clenched teeth)

Anything else? Dear?

LYDIA

The duration of the wedding.

DEREK

Is a year too long for you?

LYDIA

It is much too short.

Derek chokes on his tongue as Stiles frowns at his glass.

DEREK

Excuse me?

LYDIA

What would it look like if I get married and then fail at that within a year?

DEREK

That is not my problem.

LYDIA

I would invite you to examine how that claim is not only irresponsible but not exactly in your best interest. I am a lawyer and I am thoroughly aware of how much damage I can do to you if I decide to drag our divorce out till it is anything but amicable.

DEREK

You wouldn’t want such a spectacle, yourself. Your company wouldn’t allow it.

LYDIA

But seeing as my position as CEO banks on the availability of a husband, you can see how I wouldn’t be invested in caring about what my company thinks, should they decide to fire me.

DEREK

Fine. How long do you want the marriage to last then?

LYDIA

(Smiles)

Isn’t it obvious? Till death do we part, my dear future husband.

INT: BATHROOM – NIGHT

Stiles stares at the mirror for a few minutes. Then he switches on the tap and splashes water on his face. He pulls out some paper towels and wipes his face before tossing it in the bin. He pats his cheeks for a few seconds before he turns from the mirror and walks out of the bathroom.

INT: CORRIDOR – NIGHT

Stiles jumps when he walks into Malia, who is leaning against the wall, waiting for him.

STILES

Jesus Christ! What do you think you’re doing following me for?

MALIA

Some body guard you are.

STILES

Don’t be rude. You don’t know me.

He tries to walk around her but Malia steps into his path.

MALIA

I don’t know what the weird dynamic is between you and your boss but you need to ask him to take the deal.

STILES

I need to get back to the room.

MALIA

They’re both fine. Let them argue it out.

STILES

How do you know they’re fine?

MALIA

(Points at herself)

Coyote.

STILES

Good for you.

He tries to move again but she moves too.

MALIA

I’m serious about this, human.

STILES

Now, that’s just offensive. I’m not walking around calling you a coyote.

MALIA

I don’t care.

When she grabs his arm, trying to keep him from leaving, Stiles eyes flash and she immediately takes her hand away as her entire palm appears burnt from contact with his skin. She stares at him in surprise.

STILES

(Wiggles his fingers)

Magic.

MALIA

You should have said something.

STILES

I’m leaving.

She holds her healing hands up, in his face as Stiles stops to look at her with piercing eyes.

MALIA

Listen to me.

STILES

I’d have thought you’d be totally against this.

MALIA

(Straightens)

What’s that supposed to mean? I support Miss Martin, one hundred percent.

STILES

Do you support her marrying a man?

MALIA

I support every decision.

STILES

Even if it means you get to lose the love of your life?

Malia hesitates, taking a step away from Stiles.

STILES

I might not have super-sensitive hearing or whatever but I know how to do my research. And my research shows how you’ve followed her from one job to another, posing as her bodyguard for nearly fifteen years. Neither of you has ever been married and neither of you has ever been in a relationship with a man. That kind of behavior is bound to raise some eye brows and maybe you would have managed to get away with it for so long but not anymore. She’s up for promotion. Your current CEO wants to retire with her in his stead and he’s given you a deadline.

MALIA

You don’t know what you’re talking about.

STILES

I know you don’t want anyone else with Lydia martin. I know that the mere thought of this marriage sickens you and that’s fine. That’s your business. But don’t come down here and try to make me do something that you are too scared to do, yourself.

When Stiles moves around to leave, Malia doesn’t stop him, this time. She just stands there, looking at the ground in quiet submission. He walks down to the end of the corridor, about to turn when she finally speaks.

MALIA

You don’t want him getting married, either. Why won’t you do something?

STILES

(Stops)

It’s not like I have not tried. Even if he doesn’t marry Miss Martin, he’s not going to suddenly want me. I’m nothing but his spastic shadow.

Malia walks up to him, staring at him in befuddlement.

MALIA

You’re more than that. You have to try harder.

STILES

(Scoffs)

It’s impossible to try harder when your opponent is a dying father.

INT: PRIVATE ROOM – NIGHT

Malia and Stiles enter the room to find Derek and Lydia laughing and drinking.

LYDIA

(Laughs)

Malia! Come on over and sit.

Derek gets up and pulls out a chair for Malia before offering his former seat to Stiles. Stiles and Malia look at each other.

LYDIA

Derek just had the best idea.

Lydia smiles as Derek takes her hand.

DEREK

I believe it was your idea.

LYDIA

No… I think it was yours.

She frowns at her glass.

LYDIA

Maybe we shouldn’t drink more.

DEREK

I’m fine. (Points at himself) Wolf.

LYDIA

(Points at herself)

Banshee. (Drops her cup) Anyway… there was an idea. And I think it’s fantastic.

STILES

What is it?

LYDIA

I want to marry him forever. (Lowers her voice) I need to marry him forever if I’m going to keep my job. (Hiccups) But I want to be happy.

MALIA

Miss Martin, that’s-

LYDIA

(Hands on Malia’s lips)

Shhhhhhh. Just listen.

DEREK

We put all our cards out on the table and we think we could make this work.

STILES/MALIA

How?

LYDIA

You two can move in with us.

She giggles, reaching for her glass again as Malia pushes it out of her reach.

MALIA

Miss Martin-

LYDIA

(Pouts)

Oh woosh, moosh. Call me Lydia because he knows about us.

Malia blushes as her eyes meet Derek’s across the table.

MALIA

It’s silly to let us live with you. What will people think, having two single, grown-ups in your family home?

LYDIA

That’s what is so brilliant. You can live with us and no one has to worry about society or none of that nonsense. We can all be happy.

STILES

(Looks at Derek)

How?

DEREK

When Lydia and I get married, you and Malia will get married as well.

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INT: HALE MANSION – DINNING – MORNING

Mr. Hale sits in his wheel chair at the head of the table as Stiles stands quietly at his side. His meal is nearly finished and his water low as soft, classical music plays overhead. When he takes the last morsel off his plate and finishes with a drink of his water, he wipes his mouth with a towel and sits back, looking up at Stiles who is still silent.

MR HALE

Now I know my son was telling the truth.

STILES

(Confused)

Sir?

MR HALE

Sit down, Stiles.

Stiles purses his lips before he pulls out the chair next to Mr. hale and sits.

MR HALE

How long have you been with us?

STILES

Five years, sir.

MR HALE

And before that.

STILES

Derek and I were in Afghanistan… two tours, sir.

MR HALE

Three years.

STILES

Yes sir.

MR HALE

In all that time, I do not think I have ever seen you go so long without saying something… or being annoying.

Stiles gaze drops to his hands on the table.

MR HALE

How is she?

STILES

Her name is Lydia Martin. She’s 35 years old. She’s a senior executive at Shiledtek In-

MR HALE

(Drops the towel)

How is she?

Stiles licks his lips as he clasps his fingers together.

STILES

She’s a strong woman. Her family is solid. They’ve been around for centuries and they’re very established. She’s a banshee-

MR HALE

(Surprised)

She told Derek this?

STILES

Yes. We were all very open.

MR HALE

(Frowns)

You were there when she told Derek this?

Stiles hesitates as he closes his eyes before he opens them again.

STILES

I was the one who set them up.

MR HALE

As I asked you to.

STILES

I did nothing to stall their introduction, sir. If anything-

MR HALE

Did you have to be on their date too?

STILES

I did not want to be.

MR HALE

Then why did you?

STILES

Derek wanted me there.

MR HALE

(Sneers)

You’re always there. No matter how private the matter, there you are… lurking around.

STILES

I advised against going-

MR HALE

Apparently not hard enough.

STILES

I am not trying to stop this sir. I have never done anything but support your request that he find a wife.

MR HALE

And how easily do you think that would happen if Derek can feel you breathing down his neck at every turn?

Stiles doesn’t answer, color beginning to rise in his cheeks as he fights to silence the anger he feels.

MR HALE

(Shakes his head)

You’re not helping yourself, Stiles.

Stiles does not reply.

MR HALE

My son needs to get married. To a good woman. If she is all the things you say then I can die a happy man-

STILES

Sir-

MR HALE

(Raises his voice)

I’m not finished. Now I understand that whatever happened during the war caused some sort of weird bond between you and my son. If it has ever gone anywhere, I’ll never know. Quite frankly, I do not care to. But if I am to leave this world and Derek is to be my legacy then tradition must be fulfilled and it won’t be if you’re there all the time.

The room remains silent as both men sit, stewing in different ranks of anger.

STILES

She is a strong woman, sir.

MR HALE

You have said that before.

STILES

There’s no reason to be worried about me if she’s here.

Mr. Hale looks up at him with something akin to hatred.

MR HALE

If war didn’t silence you… if the death of your mother didn’t do it, then perhaps I should take solace in the fact that this young woman’s arrival has finally given us some peace and quiet from the unending lack of wisdom that springs from your mouth every single day.

EXT: HALE MANSION – MORNING

As Stiles climbs down the stairs leading out, his phone rings.

STILES

Hello?

DEREK

I’m at the loft. Where the hell are you?

STILES

I’m on my way.

DEREK

Bring me fries.

The line goes dead as Stiles pauses by his car. He squeezes the phone in his hand till his knuckles are white as he tries to calm his breathing. When he succeeds, he gets into the car and starts the engine.

INT: STILES’ LOFT – AFTERNOON

Stiles lets himself in as he drops his keys on the tray by the door.

DEREK

Where have you been all morning? I’ve been calling you. Lydia and I went to look at houses.

STILES

I had a meeting.

DEREK

Where?

STILES

Nothing to worry about.

Stiles falls on the sofa in the living room as Derek sits on another chair, looking at him.

STILES

What?

DEREK

You didn’t bring my fries.

STILES

I called. They’ll have it delivered.

The room goes quiet but Derek continues to stare till Stiles sits up and stares right back.

DEREK

Where you with my dad?

STILES

(Gets up)

For goodness’ sake.

DEREK

What did he say to you?

STILES

Nothing he hasn’t said before.

Derek gets up and walks behind him as they enter into Stiles’ bedroom.

INT: STILES ROOM – AFTERNOON

DEREK

Just tell me what he said.

STILES

He wanted to know if Lydia was real.

DEREK

He didn’t believe me?

STILES

You haven’t had a girlfriend in years Derek. He was bound to be skeptical about the sudden appearance of a woman who struck your fancy.

DEREK

What did you say to make him believe?

STILES

I just described the type of woman she is.

Stiles pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the bed as Derek falls on the bed, lying sideways with his head on one hand.

DEREK

At least he’ll back off for now.

STILES

(Dryly)

There’s that.

Derek frowns, staring at Stiles’ naked back as his eyes dip to the point just above the waist of his trousers where it’s pushed past his hips.

DEREK

You’ve been eerily quiet… since the meeting.

STILES

I’m fine.

DEREK

Is it because of the Malia thing?

STILES

Why would I be mad that you included my personal life in your fake agreement?

He pulls on a shirt and Derek grunts at the lack of open skin.

DEREK

It was her idea.

STILES

You didn’t sound too broken up about it either, Derek.

DEREK

You’re not dating anyone anyway.

STILES

And that gives you the right to bargain me away?

Stiles slams his hand against the wardrobe door.

STILES

I do everything for you. I was even willing to let you get…

Stiles trails off as Derek sits up, staring up at him wistfully.

DEREK

Let me get married?

STILES

(Grits his teeth)

I don’t want to talk about.

Derek gets up and moves swiftly till he’s standing before Stiles.

DEREK

You don’t want me to get married?

STILES

I never said that.

DEREK

Stiles-

Stiles swipes away the hand that Derek had just raised to his cheek and Derek snaps back to reality.

STILES

You’re supposed to marry a woman.

DEREK

And you?

STILES

Incidentally, so am I.

He cuts away from Derek and pulls off his trousers till he’s only wearing boxers.

DEREK

I don’t want you to marry a woman.

Stiles stops just as he’s about to kick the trouser away.

DEREK

I don’t want to marry a woman. Do you hear me? I don’t want-

STILES

It’s not about what you want.

DEREK

I want you.

STILES

Jesus Christ.

Stiles takes a step away from Derek as Derek walks forward, backing him into the wardrobe.

DEREK

(Looks into his eyes)

I want you.

STILES

(Avoids Derek’s gaze)

It’s not that simple.

DEREK

Yes it is.

STILES

You’re marrying Lydia Martin.

Stiles pushes him away as he tries to walk to the other side of the room but Derek grabs him by the shoulder and shoves him roughly against the wardrobe.

STILES

What are you-

DEREK

I’ve waited for you, Stiles.

STILES

(Struggles)

Let go of me.

DEREK

(Shouts)

EVER SINCE WE GOT BACK FROM SERVICE, we could have been together.

STILES

You’re getting married.

Derek kisses Stiles, tightening his hold on Stiles’ arms as he presses into him.

DEREK

(Breathless)

You can stop me if you don’t want this.

He kisses him again as Stiles melts into the kiss, opening his mouth fro Derek to devour as he holds Stiles against the wall with his thighs.

But then Stiles squeals as his eyes fly open. He tries to wiggle away but Derek won’t let him. Shutting his eyes, he pushes with all his might, sending Derek flying across the room as he falls on his back.

STILES

What the fuck was that?

DEREK

(Gets to his feet)

You want me, Stiles.

STILES

Get out.

DEREK

You can’t talk to me like that, you work for me.

STILES

(Shouts)

GET OUT!

DEREK

Fine. Be that way. But understand this, (He begins to walk back to Stiles) If I have to marry Lydia, then you’re going to Malia. Or else you can leave. Get the fuck out of my life and never come back.

Derek tries to leave but Stiles runs ahead and blocks him, placing his hand on Derek’s chest.

STILES

You saved my life in Afghanistan. That’s why I’m here. That’s why my magic and all the power at my disposal was pledged to see that you live a long and fruitful life. But please, (Shakes his head) not even for a second… don’t think that you own my life.

Stiles gets out of his way but Derek remains, willing to leave no more.

DEREK

Tell me what to do then. I don’t want to… anything you say. If you don’t want me to marry Lydia, I’ll call it off.

Stiles looks at Derek, sadness in his gaze.

STILES

At least now you know it’s not up to you but Derek it’s not up to me either.

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INT: SHEILDTEK – LYDIA’S OFFICE – MORNING

Lydia sits at her desk working when there is a knock at her door. She looks up as Deaton walks in with a calm smile on his face.

DEATON

Are you busy?

LYDIA

No sir. Please come in.

She gets to her feet as she waits for the aged man to make his way to the seat on the opposite side of her table.

DEATON

Have you given any more thought to what we discussed?

LYDIA

(Nods)

Yes sir.

DEATON

And?

She looks at the office door that’s open before she speaks.

LYDIA

I’m getting engaged later in the month.

DEATON

Good. That’s very good.

He watches Lydia closely.

DEATON

I understand that it has been selfish of me to ask this of you-

LYDIA

It’s alright sir.

DEATON

It is not. (Moves to the edge of his seat) But you must know that it is necessary. I refuse to leave this company in the hands of the ignorant men who feel that they are best qualified for the job when I have you. And they will certainly not accept you when I am gone if you are an unmarried young woman. Yes, it’s a double standard but that’s life, Miss Martin. And once you are in power, you can change things but you need to get the power first. Do you understand me?

LYDIA

Yes sir.

Deaton sits back in his chair, still looking at her.

DEATON

Nine years you’ve been with us, Miss Martin. And you deserve this more than any of those yahoos out there that claim to have been here longer. After you’ve announced your engagement, I will endorse you in front of the board. When is the marriage?

LYDIA

In June.

DEATON

Good. Good. Who is the young man?

LYDIA

Derek Hale.

Lydia sees Erica hovering outside of her office with a determinedly angry look on her face. She ignores her and looks back at Deaton.

DEATON

Good boy. Sebastian’s boy.

LYDIA

From Beacon Hills. Yes sir. I didn’t know you were familiar.

DEATON

His father and I went to prep school together.

Lydia is unable to hide the amused scoff that escapes from her lips as Deaton raises an eyebrow.

LYDIA

I’m finding it hard imagining you as a prep-schooler, sir.

Deaton gets to his feet.

DEATON

Believe it or not, Miss Martin, I didn’t emerge from my mother’s belly the aged and wise specimen you see before you.

LYDIA

(Smiles)

Of course not, sir.

DEATON

You’re a good girl. One of the best I have come across in all my years. But this is a bad world and we all live in it.

LYDIA

I understand.

He nods at her before he turns and leaves.

As Deaton makes his way out of the office, Lydia stills herself, waiting for Erica’s imminent arrival. She walks in the moment Deaton is well away, red in the face and her hands clenched at her sides.

ERICA

I heard you’re seeing someone.

LYDIA

I am

Lydia took her seat again.

ERICA

What does Malia think about that?

LYDIA

(Nonchalantly stares at her nails)

She’s perfectly fine with it.

ERICA

Don’t play that rubbish with me. I know how you two are.

LYDIA

(Smiles)

You do, do you?

Erica walks up and takes the seat Deaton was in earlier.

ERICA

I don’t understand what you’re doing. You’re a strong woman. You don’t need a man-

LYDIA

Clearly you don’t understand how the world works.

ERICA

(Sneers)

You’re such a hypocrite.

LYDIA

I’d watch your words, Miss Reyez.

ERICA

(Taken aback)

It’s “Miss Reyez” now?

LYDIA

This is not something to discuss here.

ERICA

Where would we talk about it? We were all waiting for you. If you do this, you’ll set us back decades.

LYDIA

I’m doing what’s right for me.

ERICA

How long do you think before someone says something? Or you get caught?

LYDIA

Doing what?

ERICA

More than a few people know who Malia is to you.

LYDIA

I’d like to see them find proof.

ERICA

Don’t be so cocky, Lydia. Look at what happened to Jenifer.

LYDIA

Jenifer was a slut… she had what was coming to her.

ERICA

Listen to yourself.

Lydia slams her hands on her desk and gets to her feet, leaning over it to get closer to Erica.

LYDIA

I am listening. You’re all sitting back in the safe, shadows waiting for some lesbian messiah to come pull you out when you should be fighting for yourselves. How is it any different if I do the fighting for you than if a man does it for me? The fact is that you’re still dependent on someone. And if you can’t stand up for yourself in a “man’s world” then maybe you don’t deserve your liberation just yet, Erica.

Erica stares up at Lydia in horror before she gets to her feet and disappears from the office.

As soon as she’s out, Lydia follows, banging the door shut as she rushes to the back of her desk and pulls at the screen just above till it falls down below her waist. She clicks a marker open and places the mouth to the board and just begins to write.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER:

Malia knocks at Lydia’s door. When she doesn’t answer, she pushes the door open and enters.

MALIA

Lydia?

LYDIA

Come in and shut the damn door.

Malia enters and does as she’s told, taking in the scene before her.

MALIA

You’re doing math.

LYDIA

How astute of you.

MALIA

What’s wrong?

LYDIA

Nothing.

MALIA

Talk to me.

LYDIA

(Snaps)

I said it’s nothing.

Malia purses her lips as she leans on the wall, watching Lydia take out her frustration on the board before her.

LYDIA

They think I’m weak. They think I’m a hypocrite… a sellout. I’m sure they’ve called me worse behind my back.

MALIA

This has nothing to do with them.

LYDIA

(Turns around)

But it does. Forget about me being gay, that’s just… that’s not even close to what the main problem is.

MALIA

Which is?

LYDIA

Twenty years from now, when some doe eyed girl has worked her way to where I am now and is poised, ready to take up office from me or whoever is the reigning CEO, do you know what they’re going to tell her? They’re going to tell her to get married.

MALIA

Lydia-

LYDIA

They’re going to tell her that if the great Lydia Martin couldn’t become CEO without a husband, then nobody can. Malia, I’m setting a precedent. (Points outside the door) They are going to refer to me as an example. They will use me forever to push women down in this company because in a month or two, I will stand before them all and inform them that there’s a guy in my life that I’m taking home to mother and father.

She turns back and continues scribbling on the board with added ferocity as Malia goes to her and grabs her by the shoulder as Lydia stiffens at her touch. She eases Lydia away from the board and places her in her chair as she takes the marker form Lydia’s hand.

MALIA

You are at a precipice, Lydia. And it’s a testament to how much of an influence you’ve been on my life that I know that word. But the point is, you have a choice. You can stay as things are or you can do what you must do to prove to others that a woman CEO is possible.

LYDIA

So I shouldn’t get married?

MALIA

If you don’t get married, you don’t get CEO.

LYDIA

Maybe I should fight that rule. Struggle. Be strong. Jump off the cliff.

MALIA

You’re going to be the first woman CEO, Lydia. That’s one battle already. That you’re doing it married is not a crutch. It’s your reality. If you become CEO then you’ve set the precedent that it is possible for a woman to become CEO. Now, it’s up to the women that come after you to fine tune that. We can’t expect you to fight the whole battle for us.

LYDIA

(Looks at Malia)

What are you saying?

MALIA

Please don’t make me specify that, Lydia. It’s going against everything in me to take this conversation down this route.

LYDIA

(Nods)

You’re saying I should get married to Derek Hale.

MALIA

Yes, that’s what I’m saying.

INT: HALE MANSION – DEREK’S ROOM – NIGHT

Derek’s phone rings as he enters his room with a bottle of water. He picks it up and slides it between his ear and his shoulder as he opens the bottle.

DEREK

Hello.

LYDIA

It’s Lydia.

DEREK

Hey. How are you?

LYDIA

I’m fine. Listen, I think we should push up the timeline a little.

DEREK

Okay. What do you want?

LYDIA

I found us the perfect house. I think we should move in soon.

Derek stops by his desk as he drops the bottle.

DEREK

How soon is soon?

LYDIA

This weekend.

Chapter Text

INT: GYM - STILES/MALIA’S HOUSE – AFTERNOON

Stiles followers one of the movers into the room as he drops a big round, purple, yoga ball by the wall and looks around at all the equipment.

MALIA

Drop that over there.

Stiles looks over and finds her in the middle of the room, standing beneath a tiny punching balloon hanging just above her should from the ceiling.

STILES

Nice of you to ask what I wanted to do with this room.

MALIA

What do you want to do with this room?

Stiles hesitates, stumped and unable to answer.

STILES

Well you should have asked me before we moved in

MALIA

I didn’t think you’d need the spare room. You already have your own bed room.

Stiles leans on one of the bars of the equipment

STILES

You have a room too.

MALIA

(Sighs)

Are you here just looking for a fight?

STILES

(Sighs too)

Yeah. I’m bored.

MALIA

Well go bother Derek.

STILES

(Pouts)

He’s arguing with Lydia about their own side of the building.

MALIA

Why?

STILES

She wants a spa, he wants a gym. She said you already had one and that he was welcome to share.

MALIA

(Looks around)

He is.

Another set of equipment is being pushed in by two men and so Stiles and Malia shift out of the way, allowing them to pass by.

STILES

I didn’t know you had so much money

MALIA

I don’t even know what to do with some of it

STILES

So instead you follow Lydia around like a puppy?

Malia shoots him a look.

MALIA

As opposed to how you follow Derek around like a puppy?

Stiles grimaces and sits on the bench-part of one of the equipment. Malia looks down at him as she shakes her head. She goes to the fridge by the wall and pulls out a couple of drinks as she walks over to Stiles and hands him one.

STILES

Thanks.

MALIA

We’re going to have to learn to live with each other eventually. May as well start now.

STILES

Yeah. Since this our “marriage” is forever

Malia nudges him with her shoulder.

MALIA

It’s not that bad

STILES

I got the short end of the stick

MALIA

You’re not so hot either.

STILES

(Scoffs)

I’m a catch, you… you’re… not safe.

MALIA

Hey!

STILES

I’d rather marry Lydia. She reminds me of this girl I used to like back home

MALIA

Girl?

Stiles looks at Malia as she drinks from her bottle and side-eyes him

STILES

Are you trying to say something to me?

MALIA

You’ve liked girls before?

STILES

Of course. Back home in Beacon Hills

MALIA

You’re from beacon Hills?

Stiles opens his mouth and raises his eyes brows

STILES

Don’t tell me you’re from Beaco-

MALIA

Leonard County

STILES

SHUT… UP!

MALIA

(Nods)

Born and raised

STILES

Here we are in New York

MALIA

So far away from home

Stiles raises his bottle to hers and they clink it

MALIA

So if you liked girls so much, what caused the transition from them… to him?

STILES

What transition?

MALIA

You and Derek. Aren’t you…?

Stiles’ eyes open wide as he realizes what she’s asking.

STILES

We’ve never. Nope. Not ever.

MALIA

(Frowns)

Really? Why not?

STILES

Well, first off, we met in the army and that wasn’t so conducive, convenient? I don’t know

MALIA

And when you got out?

STILES

His dad

MALIA

His father’s a homophobe?

STILES

Not very openly. But every once in a while, he’d call me over to visit and he’ll give me “the talk”

MALIA

What? Like: stay away from my son?

STILES

But nicer.

MALIA

What a dick

Stiles scoffs, drinking from his bottle as he falls silent

MALIA

You don’t really seem like the army type

STILES

My best friend wanted to be in the army

MALIA

So you followed him?

STILES

No. No, he died when we were younger. He had asthma and it just kept getting worse so I, (Clears his throat) he asked the local alpha for the bite

MALIA

Your best friend’s a werewolf?

STILES

Uh… no. No, the bite didn’t take

He gulps before he drinks from the bottle to wet his lips. Malia just watches him, unsure how to react. Finally, she raises her hand and pats him stiffly on the back

STILES

I joined right after his death. I felt like it was a way to honor him somehow. My dad wasn’t too happy about it

MALIA

Is he one of those gun-hating liberals from California?

STILES

He’s the sheriff

Malia’s mouth drops again

MALIA

You’re sheriff Stilinski’s son? Such a tiny, tiny world

Stiles laughs uncomfortably and looks over at her till they’re both staring into each other’s eyes

STILES

I guess we’re going to know so much about each other soon. Seeing as we’ll be getting married and all

MALIA

You’ll have to meet my dad. A bit of a hard ass

STILES

Why? Is he the alpha?

MALIA

Worse. He’s the mayor

INT: OUTSIDE THE GYM – STILES/MALIA’S HOUSE – AFTERNOON

Derek’s leaning against the door frame as he listens to Malia and Stiles inside the gym

STILES

My dad has a gun

MALIA

My dad has mayoral power

STILES

(Scoffs)

What the fuck does that mean?

MALIA

It means he can order your dad to do stuff

STILES

I don’t think that’s how it works

MALIA

The mayor is higher than the sheriff

STILES

You don’t know that

MALIA

He could order your dad to do whatever he wants

STILES

My dad could shoot him

MALIA

That’s illegal

STILES

Because a mayor ordering a sheriff to do stuff doesn’t sound shady at all

MALIA

It’s not the same thing

STILES

For god’s sake. They’re not even from the same district

LYDIA

Is this going to be a problem, Derek?

Derek looks up at Lydia who comes to lean on the other side of the door

DEREK

They’re not doing anything

She looks into the gym

LYDIA

They like each other

DEREK

Just trying to make the best of an uncomfortable situation

LYDIA

I don’t like it

DEREK

We can’t control them

LYDIA

Speak for yourself (Leans into the gym) Malia, can you come here a sec?

MALIA

Coming

Malia hops up from the bench as she tosses the empty bottle into Stiles’ lap as he scrambles to keep it from falling to the ground. Laughing, she walks over to Lydia as Lydia walks off, leaving Malia to follow behind her.

STILES

You can stop skulking about, Creeperwolf

Derek enters the gym

INT: GYM – AFTERNOON

DEREK

I’m not skulking

STILES

You were eavesdropping

DEREK

I was looking for you

Stiles’ eyes brighten as he stands to his feet

STILES

Did you need something?

Derek walks in, looking around

DEREK

Not really. Just needed to see you

Stiles mouth hovers open as he clamps them shut, blushing but looking at Derek with a stern face

STILES

You’re being weird

DEREK

I’m trying something new

He walks up to Stiles and comes to stop in front of him

DEREK

We never had a chance Stiles

STILES

We still don’t

DEREK

We’re about to be married to two women who are in the exact same position as us. We can do whatever we want with our feelings

STILES

Your father said-

DEREK

Forget about what my father said

He moves in, grabbing Sties hands and holding them in his as he pecks both of Stiles’ knuckles

DEREK

I can’t force you to do anything… (Stiles snorts) Except marry Malia but I’ll wait. As long as you want me to, I’ll wait.

He kisses Stiles on the cheek, lingering for just a minute before he drops his hands and walks right out of the gym.

Stiles sits back on the bench, looking down at his knuckles where Derek kissed him.

STILES

If only it were that easy

Chapter Text

INT: STILES’ ROOM – STILINSKI/TATE HOME – EVENING

Stiles sits on his bed in a room dimly lit by five candles placed on elevated surface around the room. His legs are crossed beneath him and his hands rest on his knees as he looks up at the ceiling, eyes still and unmoving.

His phone rings and he blinks into consciousness as the candles blow out around him and he shakes his head.

STILES

(Sighs)

Shit.

He leans over and switches on the side lamp, reaching for his phone as he looks own on it.

STILES

Hey dad.

He laughs shakily, placing the phone on his ear.

JOHN

Kiddo. Did I disturb you?

Stiles looks over at one of the candles that seem to have grown back a few more inches since they were all turned off.

STILES

No. I was just taking a nap.

JOHN

Good, good.

The phone goes silent as Stiles waits, narrows his eyes as he purses his lips

STILES

Did you call me for a reason, dad?

JOHN

Is there something you want to talk about?

He frowns at the phone.

STILES

Nothing.

JOHN

Are you sure? Nooothing at all!

STILES

Nooothing at all, dad.

JOHN

Because I’m fine either way.

STILES

What is this about, dad?

JOHN

Do you want to tell me why the Leonard County Mayor’s office been sniffing around about you?

Stiles cringes and falls back on his bed in a loud sigh.

STILES

I was going to tell you about that.

JOHN

Tell me what?

STILES

I’m getting married.

JOHN

What?

STILES

(Waves at the ceiling)

Surprise!

JOHN

(Shouts)

FINALLY! Congratulations!

STILES

(Scratches his head)

Thanks?

JOHN

So what does this have to do with Mayor Tate?

STILES

Uh… it’s… I’m marrying his daughter.

JOHN

Wait a minute. I thought you said you were getting married. Isn’t it…? (Pauses) I thought… I thought you play for the other team now.

STILES

What other –Dad. It’s not like that.

JOHN

But you’re marrying a girl.

STILES

Yes.

JOHN

Even though you’re in love with Derek?

STILES

Yes. Wait. What?

Stiles sits up and looks down at his phone.

STILES

It’s REALLY not like that.

JOHN

When you got back from service-

STILES

It was nothing but a crush. I got over it.

JOHN

And what about Derek?

STILES

What about him?

DEREK

He over it too?

STILES

I guess so, seeing as he’s getting married.

His father goes silent again.

STILES

Dad?

JOHN

Remember when you were just getting into middle school and that Lahey kid started hanging around with Scott-

STILES

Please don’t do this.

JOHN

-And you thought the best way to deal with it was to claim the neighbor’s dog as your new best friend?

Stiles sighs and groans but doesn’t reply.

JOHN

That may have worked then, Stiles but this is real life.

STILES

As opposed to?

JOHN

If you marry someone you don’t love just because Derek’s getting married, you’re going to end up regretting it.

STILES

I told you Dad, it’s not-

JOHN

It’s not like that. I got it. I just hope you know what you’re doing.

STILES

I do.

JOHN

Okay. Well congratulations again. As long as she makes you happy, I’m willing to welcome her into the family.

STILES

(Laughs)

She can’t wait to be a part of the family.

JOHN

Good for you, kiddo. Sleep good and greet your fiancée for me. Can’t wait to meet her.

STILES

You’ll meet her soon dad. No worries.

JOHN

Okay. That’s good. Well, good night Stiles.

STILES

Good night, dad.

Stiles continues to lie on his back when he hears a knock at the door.

STILES

Come in.

The door opens and Derek peeks in.

DEREK

Bad time.

Stiles deadpans.

DEREK

Right.

He enters, shutting the door behind him as Stiles sits up and drops his phone back on the night stand.

STILES

Why aren’t you sleeping?

DEREK

Lydia and Malia are quite… loud.

STILES

(Narrows his eyes)

Are they really?

Derek looks guilty.

DEREK

They’re actually pretty quiet but the thing is… (Leans on Stiles’ table) I know what they’re doing in there.

STILES

Well, that’s what you signed up for.

Stiles shifts, adjusting his comforter and getting ready for bed.

DEREK

Can I sleep here?

Without looking at Derek, Stiles stops, leaning down on both his hands.

STILES

Please don’t do this again.

DEREK

I’m not doing anything.

STILES

We’re about to have a fight we’ve had before.

DEREK

I just want to sleep.

STILES

No you don’t.

DEREK

Stiles-

STILES

I might not be a werewolf, Derek, but I’ve got eyes.

He lets his eyes lower to Derek’s sweatpants where’s he’s happily tented. Blushing, Derek puts his hands in his pockets and pushes the front out.

It doesn’t help much.

STILES

We’re going to have to come up with a way to live with each other but this isn’t it.

DEREK

I know you’re only holding back because of my dad.

STILES

We can’t just fuck because you’re horny.

DEREK

Why not? Lydia and Malia are doing it.

STILES

Because they have a relationship

DEREK

And we don’t?

(Stiles looks at him)

DEREK

I don’t understand it at all. It can’t just be my dad that you’re so scared of. What else is it?

STILES

Fine. You want to have sex?

Stiles gets off the bed as Derek’s eyes widen at the change in pace, watching Stiles round the bed towards him. He drags Derek and flings him on the bed.

DEREK

What are you doing?

STILES

We’re going to finally fuck Derek.

He kisses Derek hard and wetly as Derek groans, falling back on his hands to support both of them when Stiles climbs into his lap.

DEREK

Slow down.

Stiles ignores him, clawing at Derek’s shirt till he pulls it over his head, losing his hold as he falls back on the bed and Stiles drops his head to capture a nipple between his lips as Derek’s mouth falls open.

DEREK

Why?

He pulls Stiles up to look into his eyes.

DEREK

Why now?

STILES

I’ll let you fuck me right now if you stop talking.

Derek licks his lips as he looks at Stiles, breathing through his mouth and unable to control the thumping beat of his heart in his chest.

When he finally nods in reply to Stiles’ suggestion, he barely has a few seconds to think before his mouth is chuck full of some Stiles and his dick is being pulled out of his sweatpants.

INT: HALE/MARTIN HOME – MORNING

Derek opens the door to the house and walks in. he’s wearing he’s dressed again and walking with a hardly hidden smile on his face when he  walks passed the kitchen and Lydia and Malia are in there making breakfast.

LYDIA

Is that a hickey?

Derek’s hand goes up to cover a spot beneath the right side of his jaw when Malia laughs.

LYDIA

You’re a rapidly healing werewolf, Der-dear.

MALIA

But it’s good to know what side Stiles favors

DEREK

(Blushes)

It was nothing.

MALIA/LYDIA

(In unison)

Riiiggght!

Shaking his head, Derek turns to leave the kitchen.

LYDIA

At least you finally got what you wanted.

Derek opens his mouth to answer when his mind flashes back to the night before.

DEREK

It can’t just be my dad that you’re so scared of. What else is it?

STILES

Fine. You want to have sex?

Presently, he looks back at the door he’s just entered the house through, worrying about the night before.

DEREK

Why now?

STILES

I’ll let you fuck me right now if you stop talking.

Presently, Derek frowns.

DEREK

Yeah. Lucky me

Chapter Text

EXT: STILLINSKI HOME – FRONT YARD – MORNING

Malia looks at the house as Stiles removes their bags from the trunk of the car.

MALIA

He’ll like me.

STILES

Yes, he will, sweetie.

Malia hisses at him.

STILES

Honey bunch?

MALIA

No!

STILES

Just the “honey” then?

Malia laughs and pushes his head away.

MALIA

Stop.

STILES

I have to call you something.

MALIA

Malia. My name is Malia you weird idiot

STILES

Peanut. (Nods) I’m going to call you peanut.

EXT: HALE MANSION – FRONT YARD – MORNING

Lydia walks a little ahead of Derek as they’re followed by a man pushing both their boxes on a luggage trolley, up to the house.

LYDIA

I don’t understand why you won’t just give me some pointers.

DEREK

It won’t matter.

LYDIA

You’re being difficult

DEREK

You’re a woman. You’re rich. You’re working and independent. Trust me, he’ll love you

Lydia flings her hair over her shoulder.

LYDIA

You’re so stubborn.

DEREK

Look at who is talking.

Lydia rolls her eyes and stops as Derek stops as well, but the man with their luggage keeps going, walking past the couple as Lydia waits for him to be out of ear shot.

LYDIA

We both want this to work. I know you want to get a divorce when your dad… is no more, but you know I want forever. And you agreed to this.

DEREK

(Sighs)

I know.

LYDIA

I’m a difficult person most of the time, Derek, but I’m very amenable when I want to be, so I’ll make you a deal.

Derek looks at her suspiciously.

DEREK

What deal?

LYDIA

As long as we’re married… as long as our agreement stands, I will try my utter best to make this more bearable on you. Everything is up for discussion. I will, (She closes her eyes) I will try to be democratic about all our decisions and leave it to a four-person vote. I love to dominate at my work place but as my mother always said, “The home is not the work place”.

DEREK

(Nods)

Fine. Deal.

LYDIA

Deal.

They both shake hands but Derek pulls her forward and gives her a peck on her lips as Lydia plays along. As they start towards the house again, Derek frowns.

DEREK

What about me made you think I’d let you “dominate” me?

INT: DINNING ROOM – STILLINSKI HOME – AFTERNOON

John watches Stiles and Malia bicker as he eats. Then Stiles phone rings. He looks down and smiles.

STILES

Be back in a second.

As he leaves the dining room, Malia continues to eat, pausing to drink water once in a while.

JOHN

Stiles tells me you’re a coyote.

MALIA

(Smiles)

Born and raised.

JOHN

I didn’t know Evelyn’s a coyote.

Malia shakes her head as she drops her cup.

MALIA

My birth mom was a coyote before she died.

JOHN

Oh. So sorry. My condolences.

MALIA

It’s okay.

JOHN

What do you do back in New York?

MALIA

I’m an analyst at Shieldtek.

JOHN

Really?

MALIA

You sound surprised.

JOHN

Never thought Henry would let his daughter work junior level in New York.

MALIA

He didn’t. (Frowns) He doesn’t.

JOHN

What does that mean?

MALIA

He… he doesn’t support my working at a firm. But he’s still my father.

John sighs in sympathy.

JOHN

I can understand that. Tried to get Stiles to not go to the military. You children can be real bull-headed.

MALIA

Stiles more than anyone.

JOHN

(Nods)

Right? He’s so stubborn.

MALIA

He refuses to accept that I live a healthier lifestyle than he does simply because he diets once in a month. But he’s so lazy. He trips on dumbbells. (John laughs) And… he runs out of breath at the slightest thing. How on earth did he survive service?

JOHN

I have no idea.

INT: HALE MANSION – DINNING ROOM – AFTERNOON

Lydia and Derek eat side-by-side as Mr. Hale sits at the head of the table, eating.

MR HALE

Do you pan to have children?

Derek bites his lip and holds his tongue.

LYDIA

Eventually.

MR HALE

(Nods)

Eventually. Why?

LYDIA

I’m focusing on my job right now.

MR HALE

Then why get married?

Derek drops his spoon and looks at his father in exasperation but Lydia’s expression remains calm.

LYDIA

I’m ready to settle down. I have found a man that I care about. Should that not be enough?

MR HALE

So you love my son.

Derek freezes, listening to the calm beat of Lydia’s heart.

LYDIA

This is an arrangement between us but yes. Love is a part of the equation.

Derek opens his mouth in relief when Lydia’s heart continues to beat at a steady rhythm. Mr. Hale nods and continues to eat.

MR HALE

So… when will you leave your work?

LYDIA

Why would I leave my work, Sir?

MR HALE

When you’re ready to start having children?

Derek opens his mouth to speak but Lydia beats him to it.

LYDIA

I can understand the chase to bare children and get on with life that so plagued your generation, sir, but I believe the decision to have children should lie with Derek and I… when we’re both ready.

Derek hides his tongue in his mouth to cover the smile struggling to break from his face as Mr. Hale almost goes purple in the face.

MR HALE

I asked my son to find a wife.

DEREK

I have found one, dad.

Derek levels his father with a stare as Mr. Hale looks over at him.

MR HALE

I want grand children.

DEREK

You’ll get them.

MR HALE

I am sick, Derek.

Derek hesitates, watching his father with a pained expression on his face as Lydia looks at Derek as well. She drops her spoon and places a calming hand on Derek’s while he continues to hold his father’s stare.

DEREK

You won’t die before you see your grandchildren.

MR HALE

And if I drop dead tomorrow?

DEREK

You won’t die tomorrow, dad.

MR HALE

And you’re sure of this? I am trying to ensure my son’s happiness. I’m trying to solidify a strong marriage for you before I go so that no tattoo-wearing, magic junky will seduce you with his evil homosexuality. Can you not see that I am trying to help?

Derek’s eyes drop to his plate as he pulls his hand from Lydia’s grasp and continues eating.

MR HALE

You are my son, Derek. I want you to be happy. But I don’t want you to make mistakes. Do not misunderstand my intentions.

As if done with the conversation, Mr. Hale returns to his meal while Lydia struggles –and fails- to hide her discomfort.

INT: STILES’ ROOM - STILLINSKI HOME – NIGHT

Malia and Stiles prepare his bed for the night.

STILES

Just a heads-up: I’m a big cuddler.

MALIA

I will cut your hands off if you so much as touch me.

STILES

(Wounded)

We’re betrothed, you evil woman.

MALIA

I also have claws.

She unsheathes her claws as Stiles looks unimpressed.

STILES

Okay, one: you’re not going to hurt me. I’m annoying every second of the day and you only end up looking fond. Two: I have magic, remember. You so much as nip my skin and I’m taking your claws away for a month.

MALIA

(Suspicious)

You can’t do that.

Stiles smiles cheekily and climbs into bed.

STILES

Try me.

She follows him into the bed as they both lie, facing the ceiling.

STILES

Dad seems to like you.

MALIA

I’m awesome.

STILES

He never thought I’d bring home a nice girl.

MALIA

Aww. You think I’m nice.

STILES

I know you’re the devil… but yeah. You do look like a nice girl sometimes.

MALIA

(Deadpans)

Thanks for the compliment.

Stiles switches off the light as they begin to get comfortable.

STILES

I already warned you. So you’ll have no excuse to maim me if I touch you.

Malia sighs in frustration as Stiles feels himself being pulled backwards on the bed. Before he can say anything, Malia is throwing her arms around him and enclosing him in a tight hu. Stiles looks confused as he tries to look back at her but she just presses his head down.

STILES

Hunh! Little spoon. Who’d have thought?

MALIA

Go to sleep Stiles. Your dad is taking us hiking tomorrow.

INT: DEREK’S ROOM – HALE MANSION – NIGHT

Lydia emerges from the bathroom just as Derek is laying the fourth blanket on the pile on the ground. He picks one of the pillows from the bed and tosses on the floor as he begins to get comfortable. She gets into bed, pulling the covers over her as she lies there.

A few minutes later:

LYDIA

Are you asleep?

DEREK

No.

She bites her upper lip.

LYDIA

Sorry I took your bed.

DEREK

It’s fine.

LYDIA

Was your dad talking about Stiles?

Derek frowns.

DEREK

Yes.

LYDIA

Sorry.

DEREK

It’s not your fault.

LYDIA

I still feel bad though. It was almost horrible to watch.

DEREK

You’ll get used to it. (Smiles) at least you know you can hold your own against him in a fight.

LYDIA

Your dad is sort of terrifying.

DEREK

(Scoffs)

You have no idea.

LYDIA

But if he was talking about Stiles, then what tattoo was he refereeing to?

DEREK

A werewolf head on the back of his right shoulder.

LYDIA

Ah. No, he doesn’t. I’ve seen Stiles shirtless and there’s nothing there.

Derek grouches as he thinks.

DEREK

Yeah. He used to have one there before. But he got rid of it in the army.

Lydia sits up in bed.

LYDIA

But you say you introduced him to your dad when he started working for you after you left the army.

DEREK

Yes.

LYDIA

Then how does your dad know Stiles had a tattoo that he lost way before he was supposed to have met your dad for the first time?

Derek tries to open his mouth, but he’s too confused to have an answer.

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INT: AIRPORT – AFTERNOON

Lydia and Derek are standing near Baggage Claim as Derek checks his phone.

LYDIA

Can you stop angsting? You’ll talk when we get home.

DEREK

He hasn’t called me since we left.

LYDIA

You haven’t called him either. (Pauses) Seriously. Stop.

Sighing, Derek switches off his phone and slips it into his back pocket.

LYDIA

Thank you.

Lydia looks around as her back straightens on alert and Derek notices. He looks at her in concern and then follows her gaze until it lands on a sleazy looking man walking over to meet them, through the airport crowd.

MATT

Hey. Lydia Martin. Fancy seeing you here.

LYDIA

(Stiffly)

Hello, Matthew.

MATT

Ah. No need to sound so formal. We might be co-workers but it’s been years, right? We should be friendlier with each other.

She shifts from one leg to the other as she looks around while Matt stares at her smugly.

MATT

Everyone at the office has been talking. How many years and suddenly, Lydia Martin takes a leave out of nowhere? Someone’s getting lazy in their old age.

He tries to touch her playfully, but Lydia shrugs him off as Derek steps between them.

DEREK

Hi, I’m Derek.

MATT

(Confused)

Matt. Who are you?

DEREK

Lydia’s fiancé.

Matt pauses for a beat as his eyes dart furiously between Lydia and Derek before they finally settle on Derek with a smug look.

MATT

I can’t believe you stooped so low.

LYDIA

Excuse me?

MATT

You’re marrying a man just for a promotion.

DEREK

I think you should leave.

MATT

Why? There are things you don’t know about her. She’s a freaking dyke-

The word is barely out of his mouth before Derek grabs him by the arm and then places his other free hand on the back of Matt’s neck where his skin is bare. Suddenly, Matt hisses in pain as he holds on to Derek. Dark veins appear on his neck growing further and further beneath his shirt and up his hair line as he groans quietly in pain.

LYDIA

Stop. Derek.

Derek let’s go and Matt takes in a deep breath as he scrambles away from both of them, looking at Derek in dear.

MATT

Werewolf.

DEREK

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Matt looks like he wants to spit on the floor at their feet but he just turns away and walks off.

DEREK

Asshole.

LYDIA

What did you do to him?

DEREK

I gave him some pain. It’s a werewolf thing.

As Lydia’s bag rolls over to them and Derek pulls it off the carriage and drops it on top of his own, Lydia smiles and falls into step at his side on their way out.

LYDIA

Thank you.

DEREK

Don’t worry about it.

INT: MARTIN/HALE HOME – EVENING

Lydia opens the door as Derek pulls their luggage in.

LYDIA

(Shouts)

WE’RE HOME!

Malia comes running through the door in sitting room that links their sitting room to the Stillinski/Tate sitting room with an apron around her neck and mittens on both hands. She kisses Lydia as she holds her hands away from her body, detaches herself and then head-butts Derek.

MALIA

How did we get here before you guys?

LYDIA

Our flight got delayed.

MALIA

Call someone Lydia Martin. Finger… on phone button. That’s all.

DEREK

(Drops the bags)

Where’s Stiles?

Malia starts running back through the door.

MALIA

In the kitchen. (Shouts) YOU’RE BOTH INVITED TO DINNER AT CASA DE TATLINSKI

DEREK

That’s not even a word. State? Talinski? Tatinski?

LYDIA

Just, no!

DEREK

What’s our couple name? When we get married are you taking my name?

LYDIA

(Frowns)

No.

DEREK

But we’ll be married.

LYDIA

Yes.

DEREK

And you’re the woman.

DEREK

I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.

INT: DINING – STILINSKI TATE HOME – NIGHT

Stiles and Malia are seated one side of the table while Derek and Lydia sit on the other.

LYDIA

Honestly, if Derek hadn’t spoken up, I would’ve done it myself but it was fun to stand and watch Matt choke on his tongue.

MALIA

I should have been there. Silly idiot. What the hell does that mean?

LYDIA

I expect the whole office will know about Derek by tomorrow. Get ready for stares Malia.

Derek eats quietly, looking down at his plate while Stiles watches him warily.

STILES

So… Derek. What happened on your side of the trip?

DEREK

Nothing. Went home. slept in my bed for a couple of nights and came back.

Lydia looks at Derek and continues eating.

STILES

What was that? Between you two. What just happened?

LYDIA

(Looks at him)

What are you talking about?

STILES

You just gave him a look. What does it mean?

LYDIA

I just looked at him. Don’t try to bite my head off.

MALIA

Stiles. Let it go.

STILES

Something happened. I’m just asking. Did you guys-

DEREK

Did you know my dad before you met me during service?

Stiles clamps his mouth shut as Lydia quietly lays her cutlery on the table and waits.

STILES

Where did that come from?

DEREK

My dad mentioned your tattoos. You took them off before we came home. so unless you’re walking around having discussions with my dad about your body-ink, I’d like to know why my dad knew about it.

The whole house sits tensely as both men look at each other till Lydia clears her throat.

LYDIA

Malia can you help me clear this up-

DEREK

Sit down, Lydia.

Lydia looks as if she wants to argue but Derek doesn’t look at her.

STILES

Let them go.

DEREK

Why? SO you can seduce me into silence?

STILES

Derek I-

DEREK

I know what you did last time, Stiles. And that’s not the first time. Every time I try to talk about my dad, something else comes up. I’m surprised it took you this long to use sex as a distraction tactic.

STILES

I wasn’t trying to distract you.

DEREK

Then what were you doing?

Lydia tries to get up again with Malia mirroring her actions but Derek places a hand on her thigh and Lydia looks from the hand to Derek’s face and slowly sits back down, taking Derek’s hand and squeezing it a little as she notes the slight release of tension in Derek’s shoulders.

STILES

Let her go.

DEREK

No.

STILES

What? One weekend and suddenly she’s you’re crutch now?

DEREK

I thought we understood each other.

STILES

We do.

DEREK

Then tell me what happened between you and my father.

Stiles stands to his feet.

STILES

This is ridiculous. This is so stupid. I agreed to marry Malia for you. What more do you want from me?

DEREK

You’re going to keep throwing that in my face.

STILES

Yes, Derek. Because it’s kind of a big deal.

DEREK

Why don’t you leave then?

MALIA

(Snaps)

Derek!

Derek’s lips tremble as Stiles stares down at him.

DEREK

You’re you, Stiles. No one has ever been able to make you do anything you don’t want to do. If you won’t want to marry her, you don’t have to.

STILES

I’m in this for you.

DEREK

Are you?

STILES

Yes.

DEREK

You’re supposed to be my body guard, but you listen to my father more. You’re my friend but you discuss our friendship with my father. And now I know you knew him before you knew me.

STILES

Derek-

DEREK

How can I trust you?

MALIA

Don’t say something you’ll regret, Derek.

LYDIA

Stay out of it, Malia.

Malia falters, looking over at Lydia as she goes quiet in obedience.

STILES

So what are you saying? I should leave?

DEREK

Or tell me the truth.

STILES

I don’t know Derek, that sounds an awful lot like an ultimatum.

MALIA

That’s because it is.

LYDIA

Malia!

MALIA

What?

LYDIA

This isn’t our business. Don’t take sides.

MALIA

What? Like you’re not on his side? I know you’re holding hands under the table.

LYDIA

Because Derek needs support.

MALIA

From who? Stiles? Are you kidding me?

LYDIA

Don’t use that tone on me.

Malia opens her mouth and closes it and then opens it again. Then she closes it with her hand and sits back.

STILES

My best friend had asthma. I asked the local alpha to bite him… to heal him. But she said no. I met your dad at a work shop I followed my dad to and I knew he was an alpha. So I asked him. He knew I had magic and so he made me a deal. He bites my friend and I join his son on tour.

DEREK

Where’s your best friend now?

STILES

He’s dead.

MALIA

(Stands)

Oh Stiles-

STILES

Sorry the story probably as scandalous as you thought it would be.

DEREK

I’m so sorry.

STILES

You know what? Save it, Derek.

DEREK

I didn’t know-

STILES

THAT WAS THE POINT! I didn’t want to talk about it with you. But you just had to push.

DEREK

You can’t fault me for wanting to know-

STILES

I don’t push you about your secrets. Yet, even now, you don’t trust me. I tell you everything. I talk to you about everything but just this once and suddenly, you’re giving me ultimatums. Again!

DEREK

I’m sorry.

STILES

Not good enough.

Stiles pulls off the napkin on his neck and tosses it on the table about to leave but Malia pulls him back.

MALIA

Let’s talk about this.

STILES

Not really in the mood.

MALIA

No seriously. You’re going to go and then he’s going to go. And then we’ll all hide from each other and hate each other and miss about a week of our lives when we could be moving forward.

STILES

I’m sorry Malia but this really isn’t about you.

MALIA

It isn’t? Then what the hell am I doing here? You’re mad at Derek. He’s sad now. Lydia has… has pissed me off.

LYDIA

Malia!

MALIA

Oh please shut the fuck up, Lydia! (Looks from Stiles to Derek) I’m in this. Lydia is in this too. My girl friend is marrying your… boyfriend or whatever the hell you two are to each other and I’m marrying you. Our lives are entwined. It’s the four of us. It’s not the two girls or the two boys or both couples. Hell, we live in the same house. Just that it’s divided into two. So if you two have any issues, we’re all sitting down and we’re sorting this all out together. Like a family.

She sits down and waits, while Lydia stares at her, trying to get Malia to cower away but Malia refuses to look in Lydia’s direction. Finally, when Stiles sits back down, deciding to talk this out, Derek almost squeezes Lydia’s fingers to injury out of pure, unadulterated relief.

They sit in silence for a few moments, trying to ignore the awkwardness in the air.

LYDIA

Now what?

DEREK

Now we talk. Really talk.  And we apologize.

STILES

And I’m supposed to just let it go? You’ll never trust me. I’ll never trust you to bring this up any time you feel threatened.

Derek let’s go of Lydia’s hand as he places it on the table and struggles to look at Stiles calmly.

DEREK

I’ll apologize, Stiles. I want you to forgive me. But that’s completely up to you.