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002: Ring ring, phone call for Mrs. Harvelle

Open because Stiles can't work the comm properly yet.

Uh... hey, is that Ellen?

[Behold Stiles' most charming smile. Which is actually pretty darned charming, considering how much practice it's gotten with getting him out of sticky situations.]

So, I was talking to a guy who said that talking to you would be a good place to start if I was looking into learning how not to get my ass kicked. Because not gonna lie, that would be useful information for me to have, considering my history.

I'm Stiles, by the way.

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Well, maybe if you'd showed me how to use this damned thing.

It's worse than a freaking Windows phone I swear to God

Also why didn't you just come in and tell me? You're like right next door to me right now. ...Aren't you?

You're the one who mocked me for not owning a laptop. I thought you could figure it out on your own.

[ But he's not wrong, he is next door, lounging around on his bed. ]

It involved getting up.

Yeah, well, help would be nice.

[He sounds all of the miffed, because it's technology, and technology is cheating on him with Derek - and probably the whole Cape - and he's insulted.]

You lazy ass. You're just gonna sit there and patronise me over this thing because you're too lazy to get up?

I might have abilities you don't, but reading minds isn't one of them.

[ Which means he'll come and help, if he must, and it took him some help getting the hang of it, he's just not going to mention that. ]

It's comfortable. If you want me to show you, come here.

...Fine.

[His feet thud against the floor, twice as loud as needs be, as he gets up and makes his way to Derek's room.]

[ He remains where he is, half slumped against the head of the bed and half lying, looking smug. ]

When you fall through the ceiling, don't expect me to catch you.

I'll just make sure I land on you, then.

[He has, at least, learned how to cut the feed. Which he does now, as he walks into Derek's room, scowling but without any real force.]

[ That earns him a raised eyebrow, but no comment, putting the communications thing down to the side. ]

Who's Ellen?

[He shrugs. It's a jerky shoulder-roll that isn't nearly as casual as he wants it to look, because it's a little embarrassing to admit to the Alpha that he feels like the weak link and he hates it.]

She runs the bar. Or lives there. Or, both, I guess. I was... gonna look her up and see if she could, uh, give me some pointers.

So, teach me how to fly this thing?

[ He frowns at that, not necessarily because of the bartender he's vaguely heard of, no doubt seen around, but because he's asking her to help train him when he's right there; he knows he's not good for much, but that he can do. ]

Okay. [ He pushes himself up into a sitting position, gestures for Stiles to come join him on the bed, his own now in his hand. ]

[He perches, on the edge of the bed, close enough so that he can still see what Derek is showing him.]

[ Using minimum words, Derek makes sure he can see the thing and goes slowly through how to make a private connection from his device to Stiles', and then how to end it. He does it again to make sure he's got it. ]

Got it?

Okay.

[No-one ever said he wasn't a quick study. He copies what Derek did, making a call to the Alpha's device.]

Testing. Testing. Sourwolf, do you read me? Come in, Sourwolf.

[ He closes his eyes and breathes out, because, yes, he should have seen that coming. ]

Stiles? Shut up.

Who peed in your non-existet cornflakes this morning?

[But he does, ending the call with a beep, and idly going through the motions to call the rest of the Pack - insofar as it is at the moment - without actually making the calls.]

Was there anything else?

[ His features have softened up a little, but he still seems a little cautious in asking. ]

Nope. I'm now Cape-tech savvy.

[He gives another little rolling shrug and stands.]

Unless there was anything else you could think of?

No.

[ And yet he looks as if there's something he wants to say but isn't. ]

[He lingers, despite himself and despite the grand lack of anything to say. It's weird for him, they've grown so much back home, in the five or six months since Boyd and Erica first went missing and the Alpha Pack came and screwed everything up, but this Derek is still... uncertain? He doesn't know what to call it.]

[ He stays where he is, sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, but still very much aware of Stiles in the room.

When he realises he's hanging back, he sighs, opens and closes his mouth, and then settles with a quiet: ]

I could teach you.

...You just did. Didn't you?

[But he figures that Derek's not talking about the device, and something in him shifts. The restlessness, the pull between 'stay' and 'go' settles down. Leaving him still there.]

[ He hums, in agreement, but it's thoughtful, as if he's questioning whether or not correcting him would be the best thing or to let it go; he would never have offered at home, somehow Stiles usually the one to help him out against the odds, but he doesn't have the research advantages here, and no one can predict what's coming next. ]

I meant with training.

[He stops, his head coming up a little. He hadn't considered...]

...Really?

Is it that surprising that I'd offer?

Well, yeah, Honestly. I mean, I'm not one of your wolflet brigade.

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