Really, Derek Hale? Episode 8 [Click for Series]
The year is 2013 people, not 1980. We know what blood splatter looks like ok? You don’t need to protect our sensibilities or anything, and your movie isn’t trying to recreate a debatably golden area of cinema. So why did the serial killer get shot, clutch his waist and fall, and there was no blood?  This is a horror movie, and there was blood in other scenes so there wasn’t some kind of stylistic decision made, just bad CG.  I had to pause the movie, I was so distracted by—
“Stiles? They’re gone.”
“What’s gone?” Stiles asked, turning towards the doorway to his bedroom.  “Those cookies mom bought?  Yeah, dad finished the last one off for breakfast.  If he thinks I’m not going to hold that over his head for two weeks’ worth of salad he’s mistaken.”
“No,” Scott inhaled raggedly.  “Allison and the others.  They left.  The house is empty and she’s not answering her texts and both of the cars aren’t in the yard.”
“Is that all?” Stiles asked.  “Is this like that time Laura and Allison decided to go into the city to shop and she forgot her phone when changing purses and Derek didn’t answer the door because he’s a jerk?  That’s more detail than I ever wanted to know for a situation outside of a Sandra Bullock movie.”
“No, it’s not like that at all. Allison promised she wouldn’t forget her phone again and even if she did, Derek answers the door for me now.  Even if he wasn’t home all the curtains wouldn’t be closed and the back balcony locked.  Something’s going on.”
Stiles laughed.  ”Something’s going on, alright.  I bet they all just went to do whatever rich people do when they’re bored.  Sailing. I bet they went sailing.”
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We went by the Argent/Hale house earlier. Scott was right, no one’s there.  He’s worried.
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“You can’t,” Derek reminded her, a pinched expression on his face.  He knew what Allison was going through – he wasn’t happy about the situation either, and for all the pain it caused him, he knew it was a hundred times worse for her.  “If she’s in the house, she’ll find ways to check Scott’s phone or email.”
“I trust Scott,” Allison said obstinately.
Derek sighed.  “I do too.  I like him, I really do, but we can’t chance that Kate will find out what our plan is. If we want to return to Beacon Hills as soon as she leaves, you can’t contact him.  If Scott even gives a hint of the fact we’ll be back, she’ll dig in and stay forever.”
“You know he’s right,” Laura spoke up from the couch.
“But it’s hurting him,” Allison said.  “Did you see his face?  The worst thing is that he’ll understand why and forgive me, no matter how terrible I am to him.  Derek, it’s not fair.  I don’t want to be that person, especially not to Scott.”
 “You can’t,” Derek reminded her, running his hand through his hair.  “It’s a risk.”
Allison scowled at him, and for a moment he worried that she would argue with him.  Then her shoulders slumped.  It wasn’t so much tension leaving her body as it was the weight of everything settling over her.  “I know,” she said mournfully.  “Scott’s a good person, he wouldn’t tell, but…” she looked to him to fill in the reason, not because she didn’t understand why but because she didn’t want to be the one who said it out loud.
“He wouldn’t mean to,” Derek said gently.  “But Stiles is his brother and Kate’s resourceful.  If Scott knows where you are, there’s a chance she could find out.  If Scott knows you hope to return once she gets bored and leaves, she’ll stay indefinitely.  He might not even have to say a word, Kate’s a master at this kind of manipulation.  She’ll read the truth in his body language.”
“I know,” Allison whispered.
“You know,” Laura spoke again.  “Scott might be forgiving, but Stiles isn’t.”
“Yeah,” Derek said.
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Laura called the Sheriff’s office to ask dad to keep an eye on the house until someone could be hired to take care of it while it’s empty.  Laura.  Dad says they aren’t coming back.  He was the one who told Scott…
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Derek wished he could just stop Allison from watching the videos and tuck her away into a safe place to keep her happy.  He’d managed one out of three, and it didn’t seem to be enough.  It would never be enough.  Every time she saw Scott’s heartbroken face, or listened to Stiles talk about the situation, she broke a little more inside.  Derek was watching it happen slowly, and he felt helpless to do anything about it.
“We could just tell him the truth.  The whole story.  Scott’ll understand.”
“That’s a decision you’ll have to make.  If you tell him about Kate – everything about Kate – do you think he’d be able to let it go and not try to defend you?  If he confronts her it could be the same as…” Derek trailed off, because even after all this time, it wasn’t easy to say the words out loud.
“I know.”
“She’s dangerous.”
“I know.” Allison reminded him.  “Better than anyone, but I can’t do this anymore.  I feel like I’m going crazy.  I have to find a way to get a message to him.  What about Stiles?” Allison asked.  “Kate probably won’t be keeping such a careful eye on him.  Maybe you could tell him how you feel about him and then…”
“Allison,” Derek interrupted.  “They’re friends.”
“Derek!” Allison mimicked him.  “Stiles wouldn’t be friends with her if he knew.  If you told him.”
“Allison!” he echoed, just to see the wan smile she directed at him.  He didn’t think he could watch her pale face attempt for composure for much longer, especially after Beacon Hills where she’d been as carefree as he’d ever seen her.
Before Kate.
It would be one thing if she pleaded with him, but instead she turned away, already resigned.  He wanted to see a little bit of fire from her, because without it everything was so much worse and he felt like the villain for being the one who had to say the words out loud, to speak sense.
“Ok, I’ll think about it,” he ended up promising, because Kate had ruined enough in their lives already, she couldn’t have this too.   “I know how much I’ve asked of you already, but can you please wait just a few more weeks?  Once Scott stops moping and starts acting normal, a drastic change in mood might not be so obvious.  She might not notice if he’s suddenly happy then.”
“Yeah, she will, because that’s who Kate is.”
Derek nodded sharply.
"This’ll be over soon, right?" Allison questioned in a small voice.
Derek reached for her, smoothing down her hair with soothing strokes.  ”I promise.  She’s back in the country, and that’s a good sign that something will eventually stick.  I’m working on it.”
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Scott spent the last two days sulking in his bedroom and eating nothing but Nutella.  I’m all for Nutella, usually, but he just went through two jars of it because it’s Allison’s secret favourite or something and now I don’t even want to think about what he’s doing in the bathroom.  You’d think he’d have learned his gastronic lesson when he had food poisoning.
It’s really difficult not to have THINGS to say about Allison Argent. But I won’t defile Scott’s relationship with her by criticizing her over the internet.  Just know… 
Fuck, this is messed up.  
Derek figured he may as well take the chance, because it wasn’t like Stiles could think any worse of him.  Maybe Allison was right and the truth was necessary. 
It took two weeks before Derek was able to return to Beacon Hills.  He needed to make sure all the perishables were out of the fridge, the garbage was emptied, and everything outside was brought in.  The pool had to be emptied, windows checked to make sure they were locked, and a bunch of other small tasks one did to close a house indefinitely.  Allison requested they keep the rental furniture until they were sure they wouldn’t return in another month, but Derek couldn’t see how they would ever make it back.  Not if Kate was in town.
Tonight at supper dad was like ‘I thought I saw Derek Hale donating food to the Salvation Army.’  What an asshole, doesn’t he know their stance on gay rights? I thought Scott was going to weep into his creamed spinach which yeck, I don’t blame him, we should all know better than to allow dad make supper by plugging in the can opener, but obviously he’s wondering about Allison like a wounded penguin or something that mates for life.  I can’t snap him out of it, and if Derek Hale is back in town… DEREK!”
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“Mr. Hale,” the Sheriff greeted once he opened the door, staring at Derek with a considering expression, and he didn’t seem too surprised to see Derek on his doorstep. 
“Is Stiles home?”
The Sheriff stared at him for a moment.  “He’s upstairs,” he finally said, gesturing for Derek to come in.  “Second door on the right.”
That was confusing, right?  Stiles’ father shouldn’t just allow a stranger into his house and direct him towards his son’s bedroom. 
The moment Derek stepped through the door, the Sheriff patted his shoulder in a fatherly gesture.  “You’ll never know until you try,” he said, nudging Derek towards the stairway.
Derek was even more perplexed, because he had no idea what he was supposed to be trying.  For a moment he panicked because the Sheriff seemed to know.  That made Derek feel even less at ease than he already was.  It wasn’t easy to walk those steps forward, aiming for Stiles’ bedroom, but the idea of turning back now was already equally as difficult.
“DEREK!” Stiles exclaimed, jumping back from his computer and staring at him.  “Whhhhy? Are you here for Scott?  He’s across the hall.”
“I need to speak to you?” Derek asked, taking a step into the bedroom.  He felt like he knew it intimately already, but it was entirely foreign to him at the same time.  The features he was most familiar with were at his back and he was facing a whole section of wall that was never featured in the vlog.  For a moment he was distracted, wishing he could explore the details in Stiles’ room, like the titles on the bookshelf or the texture of his bedsheets.
Though, that last one was weird.  Even Derek was aware of that.
So he sat on the edge of Stiles’ bed.
… the sheets weren’t that soft.
Regardless, he surveyed Stiles, who seemed to be struggling against the desire to kick him out.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to speak with you,” Stiles finally settled on, crossing his arms over his chest. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”
“There’s something we need to talk about, and I’m not sure when I’m going to get another chance.”
“Yeah?  What could you possibly want to say?  More put downs?  This should be fun.  Tell me,” Stiles gestured at his webcam with a sarcastic and unimpressed expression.  “Tell us.”
“The camera’s on?” Derek questioned, noticing that the light on the camera was steadily staring back at him.  He suddenly felt a hundred times more uncertain, not needing the added pressure of knowing that whatever he said to Stiles was going to end up on the vlog. He was positive he couldn’t do this, his palms sweaty and his throat drying up with the idea of of the camera on him.  ”Can you turn it off?”
“You said you had something to tell me,” Stiles reminding him in a mocking tone.  “There’s no time like the present.”
Derek stared at him, taking in the hard, unforgiving set of Stiles’ jaw, and he knew that no matter what he said, or how he worded it, Stiles would never magically be impressed by his words.  Derek wouldn’t leave this room with his dignity, but he thought he might be able to leave it with a clear sense of closure, because Stiles wasn’t a regret he wanted to look back on and wonder if thinks might have been different if he had just said something.
“I didn’t come back to Beacon Hills to take care of the house,” he finally said.  “I came here to see you.”
“No shit, you’re sitting here, aren’t you?”
“It’s the only reason. The rest I could have hired someone to take care of for me, but…”
“Oh, here we go,” Stiles rolled his eyes.  “It’s all about money with you, isn’t it?”
“This isn’t easy for me!” Derek snapped.  “Do you think I’m happy about this? You’re not perfect. You misuse words trying to make yourself sound smarter, your family is insane, you’re overly sensitive about money because you don’t have any, and we don’t travel in the same social circles so if my family was alive most of them probably wouldn’t like you, but I don’t care because I do.  Like you.”
Stiles turned to stare at him, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed together, a sure sign of disbelief.  That was certainly better than the air of animosity he had been giving off, but not by much.
Damn.  Derek hadn’t meant to phrase any of it like that.  He had a speech, one that talked about how much he appreciated the way Stiles kept him on his toes and challenged him.  One that talked about his unwavering loyalty and stubbornness and intelligence and wit and how much Derek loved waking up the mornings of his new videos in order to see his face, especially now that they’d met in person and Stiles hadn’t made anything easy on him.
“I’m going to regret asking this, but when you say ‘like’ do you mean like a fifth grade girl with a crush?”
“I love you,” Derek amended. “Most arduously,” he smirked. Now, his brain supplied, now is the time to tell him why.  “You…”
The words wouldn’t come out.  The speech was entirely lost from his mind as he took in the cruel twist to Stiles’ mouth.
Stiles burst out laughing. “I what?” he finally asked.
“You completely overwhelm my ability to have rational thoughts.”
“Yeah?  Well I hope you take comfort in the fact you weren’t being rational, because I’m gonna have to say no to that.  Nope.  All the no’s.”
“I didn’t ask a question,” Derek growled, because of course Stiles would be like this.
“What kind of question is there to ask?  Because believe me, the feelings aren’t mutual.  So I think we should just leave it there.  And I think you should leave, because it’s kind of obvious that your irrational mind isn’t thinking clearly.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!  If you would just take a moment to…” Derek wasn’t sure if he broke off his speech or if Stiles cut him off, but either way he was glad that his mouth stopped moving because he was perilously close to whining.
“Oh my god, you are the world’s most pretentious douchehole.  Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?  This isn’t just me saying I don’t have feelings for you, this is me telling you that I loathe you completely.  You put me down all the time and make me feel so tiny, the nicest thing you ever said to me was agreeing to the fact your sister thinks I have a nice ass, and what you did to Scott?  I mean come on! Really, Derek Hale?”
Derek felt his face heat up and he knew that he was flushed with a combination of embarrassment, horror, and shame.
“Scott?” Derek questioned.  “What about Allison?  Did you take her feelings into consideration?  Fine, she left town, but there’s more to the story than that.  She doesn’t always make the best choices when under pressure—“
“Clearly,” Stiles snorted.
Derek could take all the abuse Stiles was piling on him, but he would not take slurs against Allison’s character. “Maybe you should seriously reassess who you allow into your life, because you’re clearly not the finest judge of character,” Derek snapped.  “She couldn’t have stayed here, no matter how much she wanted to—”
“You had a lot to say about that, didn’t you?  What did you say to make her leave? Because one minute she was whispering soft nothings into Scott’s ear and the next she was back in Los Angeles and not even responding to his texts.  Do you realize how controlling that is?  And you want to add me to the list of people you have this dictatorship over and you think I’d go willingly?”
“You know what your problem is?  You don’t take the time to listen to other people, you’re so convinced you’re right all the time.  You need to grow up and stop making snap judgments about people.”
“You don’t even know anything about me,” Stiles continued angrily.  “If you did, you’d never even consider having this conversation… do your research.  Watch my blog.”  Then he jerked back, horrified that the words had even passed through his lips.  Derek could see the recrimination written all over Stiles’ face, but he was reeling from being categorically turned down and vilified.
“You mean your horror movie review Youtube channel?” Derek asked, getting to his feet.  “Because you’re such an upstanding moral paragon of virtue to relentlessly mock someone on a public forum without their consent.”
“You knew about that?” Stiles questioned, shaken.  “How long?”
“Before we met,” saying the words gave him great pleasure.  A sick, vindictive kind of thrill that he wasn’t entirely comfortable in enjoying.
“If you knew then why do you still…?” Stiles gestured vaguely around his bedroom, managing to include himself on the all-encompassing motion.   The words ‘love me’ were unspoken.
“Because your actions were part of what I liked about you,” Derek informed him, before walking out the door.  “Maybe, if you’d done your research you’d understand why.”

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Really, Derek Hale? Episode 8 [Click for Series]

The year is 2013 people, not 1980. We know what blood splatter looks like ok? You don’t need to protect our sensibilities or anything, and your movie isn’t trying to recreate a debatably golden area of cinema. So why did the serial killer get shot, clutch his waist and fall, and there was no blood?  This is a horror movie, and there was blood in other scenes so there wasn’t some kind of stylistic decision made, just bad CG.  I had to pause the movie, I was so distracted by—

“Stiles? They’re gone.”

“What’s gone?” Stiles asked, turning towards the doorway to his bedroom.  “Those cookies mom bought?  Yeah, dad finished the last one off for breakfast.  If he thinks I’m not going to hold that over his head for two weeks’ worth of salad he’s mistaken.”

“No,” Scott inhaled raggedly.  “Allison and the others.  They left.  The house is empty and she’s not answering her texts and both of the cars aren’t in the yard.”

“Is that all?” Stiles asked.  “Is this like that time Laura and Allison decided to go into the city to shop and she forgot her phone when changing purses and Derek didn’t answer the door because he’s a jerk?  That’s more detail than I ever wanted to know for a situation outside of a Sandra Bullock movie.”

“No, it’s not like that at all. Allison promised she wouldn’t forget her phone again and even if she did, Derek answers the door for me now.  Even if he wasn’t home all the curtains wouldn’t be closed and the back balcony locked.  Something’s going on.”

Stiles laughed.  ”Something’s going on, alright.  I bet they all just went to do whatever rich people do when they’re bored.  Sailing. I bet they went sailing.”

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We went by the Argent/Hale house earlier. Scott was right, no one’s there.  He’s worried.

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“You can’t,” Derek reminded her, a pinched expression on his face.  He knew what Allison was going through – he wasn’t happy about the situation either, and for all the pain it caused him, he knew it was a hundred times worse for her.  “If she’s in the house, she’ll find ways to check Scott’s phone or email.”

“I trust Scott,” Allison said obstinately.

Derek sighed.  “I do too.  I like him, I really do, but we can’t chance that Kate will find out what our plan is. If we want to return to Beacon Hills as soon as she leaves, you can’t contact him.  If Scott even gives a hint of the fact we’ll be back, she’ll dig in and stay forever.”

“You know he’s right,” Laura spoke up from the couch.

“But it’s hurting him,” Allison said.  “Did you see his face?  The worst thing is that he’ll understand why and forgive me, no matter how terrible I am to him.  Derek, it’s not fair.  I don’t want to be that person, especially not to Scott.”

 “You can’t,” Derek reminded her, running his hand through his hair.  “It’s a risk.”

Allison scowled at him, and for a moment he worried that she would argue with him.  Then her shoulders slumped.  It wasn’t so much tension leaving her body as it was the weight of everything settling over her.  “I know,” she said mournfully.  “Scott’s a good person, he wouldn’t tell, but…” she looked to him to fill in the reason, not because she didn’t understand why but because she didn’t want to be the one who said it out loud.

“He wouldn’t mean to,” Derek said gently.  “But Stiles is his brother and Kate’s resourceful.  If Scott knows where you are, there’s a chance she could find out.  If Scott knows you hope to return once she gets bored and leaves, she’ll stay indefinitely.  He might not even have to say a word, Kate’s a master at this kind of manipulation.  She’ll read the truth in his body language.”

“I know,” Allison whispered.

“You know,” Laura spoke again.  “Scott might be forgiving, but Stiles isn’t.”

“Yeah,” Derek said.

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Laura called the Sheriff’s office to ask dad to keep an eye on the house until someone could be hired to take care of it while it’s empty.  Laura.  Dad says they aren’t coming back.  He was the one who told Scott…

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Derek wished he could just stop Allison from watching the videos and tuck her away into a safe place to keep her happy.  He’d managed one out of three, and it didn’t seem to be enough.  It would never be enough.  Every time she saw Scott’s heartbroken face, or listened to Stiles talk about the situation, she broke a little more inside.  Derek was watching it happen slowly, and he felt helpless to do anything about it.

“We could just tell him the truth.  The whole story.  Scott’ll understand.”

“That’s a decision you’ll have to make.  If you tell him about Kate – everything about Kate – do you think he’d be able to let it go and not try to defend you?  If he confronts her it could be the same as…” Derek trailed off, because even after all this time, it wasn’t easy to say the words out loud.

“I know.”

“She’s dangerous.”

“I know.” Allison reminded him.  “Better than anyone, but I can’t do this anymore.  I feel like I’m going crazy.  I have to find a way to get a message to him.  What about Stiles?” Allison asked.  “Kate probably won’t be keeping such a careful eye on him.  Maybe you could tell him how you feel about him and then…”

“Allison,” Derek interrupted.  “They’re friends.”

“Derek!” Allison mimicked him.  “Stiles wouldn’t be friends with her if he knew.  If you told him.”

“Allison!” he echoed, just to see the wan smile she directed at him.  He didn’t think he could watch her pale face attempt for composure for much longer, especially after Beacon Hills where she’d been as carefree as he’d ever seen her.

Before Kate.

It would be one thing if she pleaded with him, but instead she turned away, already resigned.  He wanted to see a little bit of fire from her, because without it everything was so much worse and he felt like the villain for being the one who had to say the words out loud, to speak sense.

“Ok, I’ll think about it,” he ended up promising, because Kate had ruined enough in their lives already, she couldn’t have this too.   “I know how much I’ve asked of you already, but can you please wait just a few more weeks?  Once Scott stops moping and starts acting normal, a drastic change in mood might not be so obvious.  She might not notice if he’s suddenly happy then.”

“Yeah, she will, because that’s who Kate is.”

Derek nodded sharply.

"This’ll be over soon, right?" Allison questioned in a small voice.

Derek reached for her, smoothing down her hair with soothing strokes.  ”I promise.  She’s back in the country, and that’s a good sign that something will eventually stick.  I’m working on it.”

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Scott spent the last two days sulking in his bedroom and eating nothing but Nutella.  I’m all for Nutella, usually, but he just went through two jars of it because it’s Allison’s secret favourite or something and now I don’t even want to think about what he’s doing in the bathroom.  You’d think he’d have learned his gastronic lesson when he had food poisoning.

It’s really difficult not to have THINGS to say about Allison Argent. But I won’t defile Scott’s relationship with her by criticizing her over the internet.  Just know…

Fuck, this is messed up.  

Derek figured he may as well take the chance, because it wasn’t like Stiles could think any worse of him.  Maybe Allison was right and the truth was necessary. 

It took two weeks before Derek was able to return to Beacon Hills.  He needed to make sure all the perishables were out of the fridge, the garbage was emptied, and everything outside was brought in.  The pool had to be emptied, windows checked to make sure they were locked, and a bunch of other small tasks one did to close a house indefinitely.  Allison requested they keep the rental furniture until they were sure they wouldn’t return in another month, but Derek couldn’t see how they would ever make it back.  Not if Kate was in town.

Tonight at supper dad was like ‘I thought I saw Derek Hale donating food to the Salvation Army.’  What an asshole, doesn’t he know their stance on gay rights? I thought Scott was going to weep into his creamed spinach which yeck, I don’t blame him, we should all know better than to allow dad make supper by plugging in the can opener, but obviously he’s wondering about Allison like a wounded penguin or something that mates for life.  I can’t snap him out of it, and if Derek Hale is back in town… DEREK!”

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“Mr. Hale,” the Sheriff greeted once he opened the door, staring at Derek with a considering expression, and he didn’t seem too surprised to see Derek on his doorstep. 

“Is Stiles home?”

The Sheriff stared at him for a moment.  “He’s upstairs,” he finally said, gesturing for Derek to come in.  “Second door on the right.”

That was confusing, right?  Stiles’ father shouldn’t just allow a stranger into his house and direct him towards his son’s bedroom. 

The moment Derek stepped through the door, the Sheriff patted his shoulder in a fatherly gesture.  “You’ll never know until you try,” he said, nudging Derek towards the stairway.

Derek was even more perplexed, because he had no idea what he was supposed to be trying.  For a moment he panicked because the Sheriff seemed to know.  That made Derek feel even less at ease than he already was.  It wasn’t easy to walk those steps forward, aiming for Stiles’ bedroom, but the idea of turning back now was already equally as difficult.

“DEREK!” Stiles exclaimed, jumping back from his computer and staring at him.  “Whhhhy? Are you here for Scott?  He’s across the hall.”

“I need to speak to you?” Derek asked, taking a step into the bedroom.  He felt like he knew it intimately already, but it was entirely foreign to him at the same time.  The features he was most familiar with were at his back and he was facing a whole section of wall that was never featured in the vlog.  For a moment he was distracted, wishing he could explore the details in Stiles’ room, like the titles on the bookshelf or the texture of his bedsheets.

Though, that last one was weird.  Even Derek was aware of that.

So he sat on the edge of Stiles’ bed.

… the sheets weren’t that soft.

Regardless, he surveyed Stiles, who seemed to be struggling against the desire to kick him out.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to speak with you,” Stiles finally settled on, crossing his arms over his chest. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”

“There’s something we need to talk about, and I’m not sure when I’m going to get another chance.”

“Yeah?  What could you possibly want to say?  More put downs?  This should be fun.  Tell me,” Stiles gestured at his webcam with a sarcastic and unimpressed expression.  “Tell us.”

“The camera’s on?” Derek questioned, noticing that the light on the camera was steadily staring back at him.  He suddenly felt a hundred times more uncertain, not needing the added pressure of knowing that whatever he said to Stiles was going to end up on the vlog. He was positive he couldn’t do this, his palms sweaty and his throat drying up with the idea of of the camera on him.  ”Can you turn it off?”

“You said you had something to tell me,” Stiles reminding him in a mocking tone.  “There’s no time like the present.”

Derek stared at him, taking in the hard, unforgiving set of Stiles’ jaw, and he knew that no matter what he said, or how he worded it, Stiles would never magically be impressed by his words.  Derek wouldn’t leave this room with his dignity, but he thought he might be able to leave it with a clear sense of closure, because Stiles wasn’t a regret he wanted to look back on and wonder if thinks might have been different if he had just said something.

“I didn’t come back to Beacon Hills to take care of the house,” he finally said.  “I came here to see you.”

“No shit, you’re sitting here, aren’t you?”

“It’s the only reason. The rest I could have hired someone to take care of for me, but…”

“Oh, here we go,” Stiles rolled his eyes.  “It’s all about money with you, isn’t it?”

“This isn’t easy for me!” Derek snapped.  “Do you think I’m happy about this? You’re not perfect. You misuse words trying to make yourself sound smarter, your family is insane, you’re overly sensitive about money because you don’t have any, and we don’t travel in the same social circles so if my family was alive most of them probably wouldn’t like you, but I don’t care because I do.  Like you.”

Stiles turned to stare at him, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed together, a sure sign of disbelief.  That was certainly better than the air of animosity he had been giving off, but not by much.

Damn.  Derek hadn’t meant to phrase any of it like that.  He had a speech, one that talked about how much he appreciated the way Stiles kept him on his toes and challenged him.  One that talked about his unwavering loyalty and stubbornness and intelligence and wit and how much Derek loved waking up the mornings of his new videos in order to see his face, especially now that they’d met in person and Stiles hadn’t made anything easy on him.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but when you say ‘like’ do you mean like a fifth grade girl with a crush?”

“I love you,” Derek amended. “Most arduously,” he smirked. Now, his brain supplied, now is the time to tell him why.  “You…”

The words wouldn’t come out.  The speech was entirely lost from his mind as he took in the cruel twist to Stiles’ mouth.

Stiles burst out laughing. “I what?” he finally asked.

“You completely overwhelm my ability to have rational thoughts.”

“Yeah?  Well I hope you take comfort in the fact you weren’t being rational, because I’m gonna have to say no to that.  Nope.  All the no’s.”

“I didn’t ask a question,” Derek growled, because of course Stiles would be like this.

“What kind of question is there to ask?  Because believe me, the feelings aren’t mutual.  So I think we should just leave it there.  And I think you should leave, because it’s kind of obvious that your irrational mind isn’t thinking clearly.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!  If you would just take a moment to…” Derek wasn’t sure if he broke off his speech or if Stiles cut him off, but either way he was glad that his mouth stopped moving because he was perilously close to whining.

“Oh my god, you are the world’s most pretentious douchehole.  Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?  This isn’t just me saying I don’t have feelings for you, this is me telling you that I loathe you completely.  You put me down all the time and make me feel so tiny, the nicest thing you ever said to me was agreeing to the fact your sister thinks I have a nice ass, and what you did to Scott?  I mean come on! Really, Derek Hale?”

Derek felt his face heat up and he knew that he was flushed with a combination of embarrassment, horror, and shame.

“Scott?” Derek questioned.  “What about Allison?  Did you take her feelings into consideration?  Fine, she left town, but there’s more to the story than that.  She doesn’t always make the best choices when under pressure—“

“Clearly,” Stiles snorted.

Derek could take all the abuse Stiles was piling on him, but he would not take slurs against Allison’s character. “Maybe you should seriously reassess who you allow into your life, because you’re clearly not the finest judge of character,” Derek snapped.  “She couldn’t have stayed here, no matter how much she wanted to—”

“You had a lot to say about that, didn’t you?  What did you say to make her leave? Because one minute she was whispering soft nothings into Scott’s ear and the next she was back in Los Angeles and not even responding to his texts.  Do you realize how controlling that is?  And you want to add me to the list of people you have this dictatorship over and you think I’d go willingly?”

“You know what your problem is?  You don’t take the time to listen to other people, you’re so convinced you’re right all the time.  You need to grow up and stop making snap judgments about people.”

“You don’t even know anything about me,” Stiles continued angrily.  “If you did, you’d never even consider having this conversation… do your research.  Watch my blog.”  Then he jerked back, horrified that the words had even passed through his lips.  Derek could see the recrimination written all over Stiles’ face, but he was reeling from being categorically turned down and vilified.

“You mean your horror movie review Youtube channel?” Derek asked, getting to his feet.  “Because you’re such an upstanding moral paragon of virtue to relentlessly mock someone on a public forum without their consent.”

“You knew about that?” Stiles questioned, shaken.  “How long?”

“Before we met,” saying the words gave him great pleasure.  A sick, vindictive kind of thrill that he wasn’t entirely comfortable in enjoying.

“If you knew then why do you still…?” Stiles gestured vaguely around his bedroom, managing to include himself on the all-encompassing motion.   The words ‘love me’ were unspoken.

“Because your actions were part of what I liked about you,” Derek informed him, before walking out the door.  “Maybe, if you’d done your research you’d understand why.”

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