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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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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.

[ He groans, dropping his head dramatically as he runs a hand over his face, but he didn't expect anything more. ]

I take it back, there's nothing appealing about your face.

[ But he's as tired of the Scott and Allison situation as everyone else appears to be. ]

You're only saying that 'cause I'm pissing you off.

[His grin fades a notch.]

I'm sorry, I just... can't. Yet.

[ He hums, thoughtfully, but lets it go; he knows enough to put together who doesn't end up hurt. ]

If it's as bad as everyone keeps implying, I doubt knowing will change anything.

[He leans back, head against the wall.]

No. And talking about it just... Hurts.

[ Turning slightly to what looks to be an uncomfortable angle, he gets a better look at him, frowns, and nods, because he knows how that goes. ]

Are you okay with Brigid being here?

...Yeah...?

[He looks blankly confused.]

Why wouldn't I be?

[ He turns his head, staring at the wall. ]

We might not get along, but we're allies. She's...not one of us.

[ He has no problem with her, obviously, and he knows everything she's told him has been the truth. But Stiles is human and she's not, and their experience with outside wolves hasn't been the best. ]

She's cool. And you trust her not to rip my throat out while I sleep.

[He shrugs, lip quirking.]

Good enough for me.

[It's a testament to his life that he feels almost safer around werewolves than he does around regular people these days.]

Since when do you trust my judgement?

[ He looks surprised as soon as the words are out, face pinching up in that familiar way when something's bugging him, but he sounds surprised about the fact it's a possibility more than anything. ]

Two reasons.

[He holds up two fingers.]

One: You're not dating her. Two: If she did attack me, you could kick her ass.

I'm safer here than anywhere else in the Cape, Brigid or no Brigid. And besides, right now, I could take her in a fight.

[ He doesn't know why, but he watches as the fingers are put up, and then realises what he's said. ]

What does not dating her have to do with you trusting my opinion?

[ He snorts at that, but Brigid is weakened, so it could happen - stranger things have. ]

Nothing at all, no sir.

[His grin is all sauce.]

[ His mouth stretches out into a thin line, like he knows he's hiding something he didn't mean to quite let slip, but he doesn't see any point trying to find out. ]

Fine. Whatever. But your logic's unfathomable.

No, it's not.

[His smile softens around the edges as he turns to look at him.]

I trust you, Derek. God, the amount of times you've saved my life... I know I'm safer here than anywhere.

[ He bites his tongue rather than pointing out that Stiles has saved his more than he has his. ]

You're right, you are. Unless we're counting the angels.

You could take an angel.

[He chuckles.]

Or did you mean I'd be safer with them?

They're stronger, faster, and I know from experience they can fly.

[ Head drooping to his side so he can look at him. ]

But I don't trust them enough to think you'd actually be safer there.

Derek Hale: Doesn't trust the literal heavenly choir.

[He laughs outright at that.]

Is there anyone you actually do trust?

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