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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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[He stops. Jerks his head back a little, eyes narrowed as though waiting for the other shoe to drop. It has to be a trap, a joke at his expense.]

...It does?

It depends if you're being especially irritating or not.

[ Yes, Stiles, yes it does, and even more so now he's grown into it. ]

...I thought my default setting was 'especially irritating'.

[Considering Derek spends most of his time frowning at him - which is a step-up from scowling - Stiles considers his skepticism justfied.]

[ Sometimes he frowns because he finds himself not being irritated and that's irritating because he doesn't exactly understand why. ]

It is, but that doesn't mean you don't have your moments.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

Of having an appealing face?

I wouldn't go that far.

[ There's a hint of a smile, though, and his words are unusually light. ]

Well?

Well...?

[His brow furrows. Did he miss something?]

Are you going or staying?

[He debates. Then gives a little huff and plops down on the edge of the bed. It's not like he has an excuse, but he figures Derek would have kicked him out by now if he wanted him to leave.]

Well, I do have that Trig homework tha- no, wait. No, I don't.

[ It's their situation, he keeps telling himself, because he's without family (unfortunately, as much as he hates to count Peter, he's all he's got left that he knows to be true), and with only Isaac around, he's keeping what he does have closer than usual. ]

That's cute. [ He rolls his eyes, tempted to ask what he even does without homework and research taking up all his time, but it's none of his business.

There's a minute of silence, which isn't as awkward as it probably should be, but then he frowns in thought and asks before he can stop himself: ] What is she like?

[Derek doesn't need to clarify. There's something in the way he says it.]

She's a Hale.

[There's a grin for that.]

She has a bitchface almost as good as yours. She's... kind of intimidating, honestly.

Stiles. [ He looks at him with an arched eyebrow, but there's an attempt at hidden amusement beneath the tone of warning. ] She's my sister. My young sister that I thought was dead.

[ So be careful with words or he'll empty threat violence at you. ]

Does she intimidate you?

Hell yeah she intimidates me.

[He shifts, leaning against the wall.]

She's... angry, I guess. With like everyone.

Except Boyd.

[He swallows hard.]

And Isaac, but he's like the sadest puppy ever. It's impossible to be mad at him.

[ He picks up on the hint of something as soon as Boyd's name is mentioned, but he can't put his finger on what. ]

Is she with Boyd?

[ He's not sure if he would be okay with her attached to anyone, but he also wants to find out whatever he can about the other betas. ]

[He gives a jerky little headshake.]

No. I think Isaac's into her, but... that's getting complicated...

Isaac.

[ Okay, there's a conversation that needs to be had. Later. ]

What aren't you telling me?

A lot.

[He sighs, slumping where he sits.]

I know trust is a thing for you, but... can you just trust me that you don't want to know?

Look, it- I know I should. But I can't.

[ He opens his mouth, closes it, because as much as he wants to object, he can at least tell that that isn't a lie. Whatever it is, whatever he's keeping from him, he can't bring himself to tell him.

He knows it won't do him much good, not stuck here where there's nothing he can do, but the not knowing is driving him crazy; he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his life, and he feels like he's more lost than he's ever been, drowning under the weight of everything. ]

I'll find out eventually.

Yeah.

[And when he glances up at him, the torment is stark on his face.]

and it'll just about kill you, and I've seen that once. I can't do it again.

[He can't see Derek look like that again, not if he can prevent it.]

[ Taken by surprise, Derek looks at him, really looks, and tilts his head a little as if that's going to clear things up.

But the way the words are put together, like he actually cares about Derek's well-being it's the last thing he expected. Sure, he knows they've grown a little more dependant upon one another being here without the others, and the trust that he tried to convince himself wasn't there on either side before is something he knows exists after the pool incident. But he never thought it was quite this intense. ]

We don't win, do we? Against the alphas.

[ Because at this point he's certain that must be what it is that he's not being told, even though where he's from, he didn't tell any of the others outside of the pack. ]

[And that's the worst part.]

I- I don't even know.

[ There are several ways he could take that, so he takes a moment before finding the question he wants to ask above the rest. ]

Does something happen to you?

[He blinks, startled by the question. After all of that, Derek's asking what happens to him?]

No. I'm... Okay, I'm not fine, but compared to everyone ele who's going through hell, I'm peachy.

[ He gives a stiff nod, clearly relieved, but at the same time no better informed.

It's frustrating business. ]

And Scott?

He's, you know, going through some stuff. In constant crippling emotional agony because of his Allison thing.

[His dramatic eyeroll clearly expresses his opinion on that.]

You're fishing. Nice try, but no.

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