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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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You don't- have to.

[But he never wants Derek to make the mistake of thinking he's not grateful.]

But if you want to, you know, then thanks.

[ He shrugs, perhaps a little too quick to brush it off, because he's considered it, what things could be like if Scott were to accept his offer into the pack, Stiles following him as a package deal. He wouldn't hesitate, then, to see to it that he knows what he's doing in combat, and drill it into him that it's only ever to be as a last resort, not to run into danger unless he's forced to. ]

You don't have to. But think about it.

Nooo, no, no thinking required. I totally wanna learn, as long as you wanna teach me. I don't wanna inadvertently piss you off and you break my arm or something.

[Yeah he heard about Isaac's arm.]

[ He raises his brow at that, but at the same time, it's not a stretch; he broke far too many bones when it came to Erica and Isaac in order to get his points across in a way he never really had to that much with Boyd. But Stiles is human, and he never forgets that; he had family members that were human, it's something his mother made sure he would never let slip, even in the heat of a moment. ]

You're human. My betas weren't. I could kill you without trying, do you really think I would offer to teach you to fight if I thought I couldn't control that?

That was a joke, Derek.

[He smiles, a slow curve of the mouth that is wholly genuine for once.]

I know you wouldn't hurt me. Much.

[ He finds his gaze lower and lingering as he watches his mouth twist with an unconscious fascinating, but as soon as he realises he's doing it, he looks back up, suddenly closer than he realised. ]

Do you?

Yeah.

[He nods, sincere.]

I do. I trust you.

[He knows what that means, knows, and that's why he doesn't ask for anything back, because Derek doesn't.]

[ You shouldn't, he thinks, a smile that looks more bitter than anything and doesn't come close to touching his eyes twisting his features. But instead he nods, like it's that simple, like it doesn't mean anything, even though it does.

I trust you, he thinks, the smile long gone and replaced with an unsettling frown, because he's not sure when it happened, but it did; he's not good with trust, thought he might even have forgotten how, and yet he was dying and there Stiles was, he was drowning and Stiles held him above water. It's begrudging, in the respect that he doesn't want to trust anyone, doesn't want to need anyone, but creating his own betas changed that as much as everything else, breaking the dam he could never put a stop to. ]

Okay.

[He knows that Derek means it, at least, he thinks he sees it in his eyes, hears it in the way he speaks, and it's enough. He smiles, nods a little jerkily.]

I'm still gonna... go talk to Ellen. Because, I kinda get the impression she has more than just badass kung-fu skills. Or, the people she knows do. I don't know, that was the impression I was getting from Raphael. But I want you to teach me.

[ He nods again, to acknowledge he's listening, even though it takes him another minute to actually find his voice. ]

As a werewolf, I can teach you our instincts in a fight, the things to take note of. But as a human, she can teach you things that I probably can't.

[ That doesn't mean he's happy about it, though, if she's from the same world as Raphael, then he knows their world comes with its own dangers, and he doesn't like the thought of sitting back while he's off with them.

He takes a step back, still too close, and he looks away, ready to turn back to the bed, but he hesitates, and adds quietly. ]

Be careful. If she's as good as you think she is, that makes her dangerous.

[His grin is lopsided, teasing.]

Yeah, because 'dangerous' is completely new territory for me.

[But because he doesn't want Derek to think he's a complete idiot, e sobers a little.]

I'll be careful. I have Mountain Ash... it's not much, but if she's any kind of non-human creepy, it'll be enough to hold her off. And if she's human-creepy... I'll scream really loud.

I mean it, Stiles.

[ It's hard not to know by now how Stiles tends to brush off the serious with the light humour and sarcasm, but until he finds out for himself, he's not going to be able to stop that nagging at the back of his mind about how she could turn on him.

But he does lighten the tone, rolling his eyes, and stating dryly. ] And I'll come running.

I mean it, too.

[He touches his arm, hesitant.]

I'm not gonna go skipping merrily into the jaws of danger, Derek. The first sign of trouble and I'll fall back on the 'screaming and running' defense.

[ He looks at Stiles, down at his arm, and then back, but where not that long ago there was hostility out of lack of anything else to do from a touch, he just looks a little thrown by it. ]

You are getting good at that.

Yeah...

[And just like that, his hand is gone.]

Had a lot of practice.

I noticed.

[ He's not sure if to miss the contact or be thankful there is still some intimidation left to be put to use. He settles on a mix of both. ]

Tell someone whenever you go over there. I'm not coming to your rescue unless it's absolutely necessary.

Yeah, Papa wolf. I'll check in and out.

[His grin is unfailingly cheeky.]

Edited (Because Brigid is Momma wolf) 2013-10-06 15:19 (UTC)

[ He makes a face at the name, nose scrunching up and the works. ]

Don't ever call me that again.

What? You prefer 'Sourwolf'?

Do you really want me to dignify that with an answer?

[He grimaces at him.]

It's definitely true. Your fun is broken.

I told Peter to stop spreading that rumour.

[ But he rolls his eyes, gracefully flops down onto the bed. ]

Because Peter's oh-so-good at following orders. And, you know. Not thwarting all of your attempts to be a badass.

There is a reason why no one likes him.

Because he's unlikeable. Also, chronically smug.

[He huffs, then gives a little shrug.]

I should probably... find something to do that isn't standing in your room like a lemming. You get back to brooding at the wall or whatever.

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