Kind of Trashed Mansion | Thursday

[robinonadderall]

After getting the hell scared out of him by Kate last night Stiles risked the glaring of his life to go check in on Derek at his house. At least he told himself it was just to check in. It certainly had nothing to do with having violent Argent flashbacks from last month and wanting to be somewhere safe. Nope. Not at all.

Even the safety aspect of this was iffy because you had to have been blind not to notice the bullet holes around the place. Stiles managed to coax Puppy Joe out from under the couch and took him up to Derek's room for much needed cuddling. Which eventually turned into sleeping. 'Cause there was something about Derek's bed that made him pass out for some reason.

And Stiles was still there the next day. Comfort zone reasons aside, it was the best place to wait for Derek. If he ever came back.

[Open for the occupants of said house, yes. And calls too!]

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[newroutines]

Yeah, so. Yesterday had been... Yeah. A day. And today, Mike was finding out he could be a stress cook if pushed hard enough. So, there were going to be enough pancakes (and other random easy comfort food) for anyone coming by. Or possibly just Stiles.

He was honestly hoping it wasn't going to be just Stiles.

But yeah. He'd kind of taken over the kitchen.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shuffled down to the kitchen when he smelled food with Puppy Joe cuddled in his arms. At least by this time the dog decided he could survive without living in the confines of Stiles' shirt.

"Please tell me I can eat some of that."

[newroutines]

"Oh, you can have as much as you like." There was plenty. Too much, even. "You okay, kid?"

Because he sure as hell wasn't.

[robinonadderall]

"Not really," Stiles said, sitting Puppy Joe down on the floor so he could get some food. "It's always a surprise when Beacon Hills psychos come to visit."

[newroutines]

"She did a fucking number on the living room," Mike said. Which was easier to remark upon than the fact that he hadn't seen Derek since yesterday. He held a plate out for Stiles. "Nice acquaintances y'all have."

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, she's Derek's acquaintance, not mine. I'm just friends with her niece," Stiles said, gladly taking the plate. Pancakes will help lessen the trauma for sure. "Did you end up talking to her yesterday? I know Kitty did."

[newroutines]

"Yeah." The dark look on his face said everything needed to describe what fun that had been. "Also heard her when she was at the house."

[robinonadderall]

"And I'm guessing that wasn't a very friendly encounter," Stiles said. "I'm also guessing Derek didn't have time to tell you what was going on."

[newroutines]

"He barely said like five words," Mike confirmed. Not that that was surprising, in retrospect or otherwise. He nodded towrds the kitchen window. "And I climbed out that way afterwards. Good times."

[robinonadderall]

"At least it was a cool way to exit?" Stiles said. His attempts to make light of a situation could use some work. "Okay, so, Kate is nuts. Which you probably didn't need me to tell you. And she's a werewolf hunter. Which, again, was likely obvious,"

[newroutines]

"Yeah, no, I got both of those things on my own." Unfortunately. "Should I even ask what the whole story there is?"

[robinonadderall]

"Probably not." But Stiles was going to share anyway. "The jist of it is she burned down Derek's house in Beacon Hills which ended up killing most of his family."

[newroutines]

... There were not enough pancakes in the world for that knowledge. Mike actually, honestly felt a little sick as it sank in.

He swallowed. "Oh."

Yeah. Oh.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was freshly showered and hungry. And keeping a careful ear on where Laura was.

You know. In case she died again.

He stopped in the doorway, giving Mike a wary look. Aren't you glad your housemate was back for the evening, Mike?

[newroutines]

He was, actually, and no amount of wary looking was going to change that.

"Oh, hey. You're back." That was a bit inane. But he'd worried. "Pancakes?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Pancakes." Derek stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. "Enough for two?"

[newroutines]

"Well, you, me and Stiles makes three," Mike pointed out, because like he was going to know to count Derek's dead sister? Please. "But I probably have enough for like... most people we actually know in this town."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek looked away for a moment. "Laura. She's upstairs right now."

AND NOT DEAD.

[newroutines]

Mike blinked at him.

"Uh... Are you sure you're okay?"

And he meant that in the sense of that statement maybe coming from PTSD hallucinations or something. Because otherwise, it made no sense.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave him a look that implied he was very rarely 'okay', but that wasn't stopping him, Mike. Look at him keep going!

"The island." That explained it. "There were other people in the woods too."

[newroutines]

"Oh-kay." Well, Mike was willing to believe that. Because Fandom. And because his brain was going to start protesting under the pressure if he didn't just give in to some things. "Well, yeah. There's... enough for her too, sure. Of course."

[justlurkinghere]

JUST GO WITH IT.

Derek nodded, leaning against the door frame and listening for Laura for a moment. "Did you talk to Stiles?"

So he wouldn't have to explain his maaaagical life.

[newroutines]

Mike glanced down at the plates and the pancakes. "Yeah." And he wasn't about to start asking too many questions about that. As far as he was concerned, that was Derek's business and not for him to pry if Derek didn't share first.

"He seems to have gotten Puppy Joe to calm down," he added, just to add something.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded. "I'll take care of the living room."

Someone had practice at cleaning up bullet holes. Which made this so, so sad.

[newroutines]

Pretty damned sad, yes.

Mike nodded too. "Thanks, good. I can probably take a look at the couch, though."