Dude, when we first met I hated your guts. You frustrated me to no end. You never said what you meant and you never told me anything. But I had this sixth sense all of a sudden, I could call you up on your bullshit.
[ He can't help it. He doesn't live with the pack but his room smells of Derek and his jeep of the pack and school they're not too far away. He's learnt to be close to them.
[Derek watches this, watches him be out of his element, this beta that smells like he belongs to him.]
If you want, you can come closer.
[Finally. Finally, someone who gets it. Derek understands the need for touch, the werewolf need to be close to pack. That's why he was so lonely, for so long. Why he still is.]
I'm not going to treat you like Isaac, you know better.
[ There's cackling from behind Derek before Stiles takes off after him, he's not as fast, of course he's not, but what he lacks in speed he makes up in tactical advantage.
He takes a different path, aiming to cut Derek off at some point. ]
[He almost never does this anymore, runs like this for the sheer joy, for the burst of endorphins. It's like having Laura back, for a second, running through the woods like this.
The pack never does this. He's been too concerned with the alpha pack, he knew they were coming.
When he was a kid he used to do this all the time.
He spots Stiles coming in from the side and crashes into him, both of them tumbling through the woods]
[ He ends up laughing, playfully snapping his teeth at Derek, trying to knock his heavy weight off him before leaping into the trees. Because no matter how old they are they can still play hide and seek. ]
[Derek huffs and takes off after him, slipping slightly on the snow and ice but mostly staying upright. Whatever this is, this moment, it's stupid and silly and Derek doesn't have time for it but he's not stopping, not drawing his eyebrows together in irritation.
There's no supernatural threat. There's nothing out here to be scared of.]
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Dude, when we first met I hated your guts. You frustrated me to no end. You never said what you meant and you never told me anything. But I had this sixth sense all of a sudden, I could call you up on your bullshit.
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[Not exactly, but he smells sad and excited and scared and Derek doesn't like any of that.]
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[ He can't help it. He doesn't live with the pack but his room smells of Derek and his jeep of the pack and school they're not too far away. He's learnt to be close to them.
Sitting, foot tapping nervously. ]
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If you want, you can come closer.
[Finally. Finally, someone who gets it. Derek understands the need for touch, the werewolf need to be close to pack. That's why he was so lonely, for so long. Why he still is.]
I'm not going to treat you like Isaac, you know better.
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This is really crazy.
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[He says it, finally, not as an accusation but as a fact.]
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You given anyone a chance to?
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We're not talking about this here.
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So there's a City here, right? I can smell it.
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That way. We're going up the mountain a ways.
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Keep up!
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He takes a different path, aiming to cut Derek off at some point. ]
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The pack never does this. He's been too concerned with the alpha pack, he knew they were coming.
When he was a kid he used to do this all the time.
He spots Stiles coming in from the side and crashes into him, both of them tumbling through the woods]
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There's no supernatural threat. There's nothing out here to be scared of.]
Come on, little red riding hood.
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What big eyes you have.
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[He snaps as he hunts]
- tease?
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[ Stiles pounces out from the trees in an attempt to knock Derek down. ]
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Almost.
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