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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.

He murdered your sister.

[ 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.

And I killed him for it!

[Oh, this is a dangerous place, Stiles]

And when he came back you didn't do it again.

[ 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 killed my sister, Stiles!

[Oh, and how he's roaring, he's so mad. Maybe that's what this has been about the whole time.]

You had to, but Isaac isn't you, he's not strong enough to do it without us. Don't you get that?

He's going to have to. Don't you get that?

Yes!

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.

Right, coming from the kid who had me arrested over my own sister's death. You're really good at keeping my feelings in mind.

Fuck you.

[ 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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[A growl, the nasty kind]

Do that again, see what happens.

[Don't call his bluff, Stiles, his eyes are bright red]

[ 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. ]

You don't get to tell me what to do.

[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]

Don't push me.

[ 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.

Are you stupid?

[ Practically hissing. ] I think I'm smarter than you right now.

[He pushes him back into the tree]

Whatever.

[ He looks like he really would like to punch Derek in his face right now. ]

Oh sure, you're the mature one.

[A growl]

Go find some things to build up a barrier.

How about you fuck off. [ Shrugging Derek off and grabbing his sorely abused bat.

If he gets attacked and the thing just splinters in half instead of being a useful weapon Derek Hale, then he will bite you first. ]

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