[ Trailing after him, gaze sliding over the line of the trees and back to Derek. He's trying to be light on his feet, as quiet as he possibly could be. ]
Do you think they'll start moving towards the woods soon?
[ Slightly impressed by that he-man level of strength ... okay, seriously impressed but he's not telling. ] I don't think there's a correlation of people they're hunting, it's more who.
[ But he doesn't want to be right, doesn't want to have to face something like that again. ]
[ He watches him, gaze tipped up to the trees for a moment. He wonders if this is what life might have been like if they'd trusted each other from the beginning, protecting Beacon Hills and working as a unit. ]
It's fight or flight, right? Isaac's kind of stuck in flight because his dad died before he even got used to the bite. He doesn't know he can win, he's still a scared kid.
Peter came back from the dead and then he followed me.
[Derek still beat the crap out of him wait why is he only thinking this]
I beat the crap out of him when he showed up at my house, and oh, when I was a teenager, he used to get me out of school and sneak me beers, not lock me in a freezer.
[ He didn't want to talk about it, but he's trying to make Derek see. ] And sure, you beat him up because that's what you do, you punch your feelings. But he was there, right? He was there and he helped you make up a plan and you let him.
[ Kicking dirt up with his boot. ] No matter how hard your family hurts you, they're still your family.
[ Jesus Christ he has had enough of werewolves and their inability to be logical. Twisting to glare at him. ] I'm just saying you can't expect Isaac to automatically be able to kill his dad no matter what he's done. Isaac's seventeen, he's new to this, he's not you.
I do, I get it, I get that our lives are just one horrifying incident after another, what I don't get is that you're incapable of taking in anyone else's feelings.
[ Stomping. ] Everything sucks, we don't have to make it suck even more by being an asshole all the time.
[ Pushing the end of his baseball bat into Derek's chest. ] Fuck you, I have changed and you have to accept that. I have not spent months being terrified out of my mind for you to flip everything on its head and blame me for doing something when I didn't have all the facts, asshole.
[ No but see, Stiles has to call his bluff, he has to because this has been building and building and building and Stiles just shoves him a little with the end of it. ]
[He moves too fast to see. He's got the bat out of Stiles hand, and it's got a gash in it, and he's wolfed out, Stiles back against a tree, his claws out and pressed against his neck]
[ He doesn't know how to stop. Someone has to push Derek, someone has to because if they don't Derek's going to keep doing this, keep smashing his way through life and they can't cope with it, none of them can.
But he goes still, eyes blazing as he glares at him. ] I'm the only one who'll call you on your shit, asshole.
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Do you think they'll start moving towards the woods soon?
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[But he's grabbing a fallen tree and dragging it.]
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[ But he doesn't want to be right, doesn't want to have to face something like that again. ]
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[ Rubbing the back of his neck and screwing his face up as his fingers come away smeared with dirt. ] Do you think he's going to cope with this?
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I think he's going to have to.
[Not the most understanding.]
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It's fight or flight, right? Isaac's kind of stuck in flight because his dad died before he even got used to the bite. He doesn't know he can win, he's still a scared kid.
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[Isaac does but Isaac remembers more of his dad than that.]
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Then very quietly. ] And you still let Peter back into your life.
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Peter came back from the dead and then he followed me.
[Derek still beat the crap out of him wait why is he only thinking this]
I beat the crap out of him when he showed up at my house, and oh, when I was a teenager, he used to get me out of school and sneak me beers, not lock me in a freezer.
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[ He didn't want to talk about it, but he's trying to make Derek see. ] And sure, you beat him up because that's what you do, you punch your feelings. But he was there, right? He was there and he helped you make up a plan and you let him.
[ Kicking dirt up with his boot. ] No matter how hard your family hurts you, they're still your family.
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[Oh, this is a dangerous place, Stiles]
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[ Jesus Christ he has had enough of werewolves and their inability to be logical. Twisting to glare at him. ] I'm just saying you can't expect Isaac to automatically be able to kill his dad no matter what he's done. Isaac's seventeen, he's new to this, he's not you.
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[Oh, and how he's roaring, he's so mad. Maybe that's what this has been about the whole time.]
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I do, I get it, I get that our lives are just one horrifying incident after another, what I don't get is that you're incapable of taking in anyone else's feelings.
[ Stomping. ] Everything sucks, we don't have to make it suck even more by being an asshole all the time.
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[ Pushing the end of his baseball bat into Derek's chest. ] Fuck you, I have changed and you have to accept that. I have not spent months being terrified out of my mind for you to flip everything on its head and blame me for doing something when I didn't have all the facts, asshole.
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Do that again, see what happens.
[Don't call his bluff, Stiles, his eyes are bright red]
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You don't get to tell me what to do.
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Don't push me.
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But he goes still, eyes blazing as he glares at him. ] I'm the only one who'll call you on your shit, asshole.
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