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Oh my god.

You asked.

I know I asked.

Well that's what he goes home to, Mae.

Aren't you worried? Even one bit?

Of course I'm worried.

Then don't make it worse for someone who's equally worried but can't actually go anywhere to fix anything!

You're not the only one trapped here.

Yes, but when you go back, you go back there. You see him again. You know if he's okay or not.

You can ask Scott. He knows.

There's a newcomer here who knows him - I asked her. She says things are better 'for now', so I have to ask.

What the hell are you people mixed up with?

Come over.

What? Now?

Do you want an explanation or not?

Fine, I'll come over.

Not to the tunnels, right?

Just to the cabin.

[As polite as it is to text back with an 'okay, on my way', Mae is so beyond politeness right now. There are two sides of the story that she knows: from Allison and from Derek. None of the sides spell much else aside from trouble for Stiles, and the fact that he's gone and he's off to a place where - let's face it - she will never have access to, means that if he never comes back (and it could happen), she'll just never know. Is he happy, is he safe?

Apparently he's not safe. And hey, Mae's been around Nick, around Alan, around the Market and around two very dangerous Circles; she knows supernatural when it stares her in the face, even if she doesn't know what supernatural this might be. (Makes her wonder, would be it be easier to go though if she knew Stiles was just in trouble with the cops, or because some monster is chasing him? And hell, knowing how close he is to his dad - knowing that it'll happen, and he'll be devastated, probably - it kind of makes her hurt for him.)

So screw pleasantries. She brings nothing with her, just herself. Many might call that a dumb move, going unprotected, but the thing is - she doesn't really fear Derek. Right now she's just annoyed by his curtness. Stupid guys with their stupid lack of tact.

She'll have her own lack of tact by banging on his door hard, just a few minutes later.]

[He comes around the side of the house, outside, when she's banging, and calls out to her.]

Mae.

[He heads up to the porch, and opens the door, and nods over to the couch]

Go in.

[Christ, wear a bell around your neck or something! She nods and steps inside, taking a look around - like she expects Stiles to just pop up from around the corner and go SURPRISE, SUCKER. It doesn't happen.

She spins around to face Derek.] Usually I'd make a comment about loving what you've done with the place, but let's skip that.

[He follows her in and closes the door, but it's not a menacing door close. He just takes a pause and considers how to begin]

What has Stiles told you?

Nothing! [His might not be a menacing step, but hers is. As is it a slightly menacing waggle of her finger in his direction, before she feels ridiculous and ends up clenching her fists at her sides.]

And something tells me the sworn secrecy had a lot to do with you.

Nothing. About me, about Scott. About why I have miles of tunnels leading from here? Nothing?

[He doesn't seem impressed.]

Mae, sit down.

Maybe I am the sort of friend that respects other people's decisions not to divulge grand secrets unless they're ready to.

[A pause.] I'm standing. You're being far too ominous right now, and I'd rather be standing.

I'm not judging, I'm asking.

We're werewolves. Not Stiles. But Scott. Me. Isaac. We're werewolves.

[Soooooooooo...werewolves!]

I see. Okay. [She grows silent for a really long time, and then blurts out,] I had a feeling.

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