robinonadderall | Somewhere in Beacon Hills & the McCall House

Derek	Derek knew he should have been the one to drive after the second aimless turn Lydia took. The only saving grace was the fact that this car was at least safe. Unlike the jeep. He just sighed, glaring out the window like that would bring Stiles back.
Lydia	Lydia, meanwhile, looked to be in a fairly calm mood. She knew she was going somewhere important and her GPS was leading the way. And she had been in a car with Jackson enough to ignore any sighing that might be going on beside her.
Derek	Well, deal with another sigh. A very pointed sigh. "Where are we going?" If you say anything other than 'Baskin-Robbins', so help him...
Lydia	They weren't going to Baskin-Robbins, Derek! "I need to check on something," Lydia answered, making another turn when the GPS prompted it.
Derek	"...check what?" Okay, that was the third turn right turn she'd made so far. Derek was concerned.
Lydia	"You'll see." And then she made another right turn.
Derek	"You've gone in a circle," Derek pointed out dryly. So nyah. He wasn't the only one having a minor nervous breakdown over this.
Lydia	"I did not!" Lydia argued. Then she looked around at her surroundings and did notice everything looked really familiar. "It's a brand new car, the GPS was fine before..."
Derek	Derek frowned and looked over at her. "The GPS isn't on, Lydia."
Lydia	"What?" Lydia looked down at the center console of her car with a confused look on her face. A look that was quickly turning to one of panic as she prodded at the buttons. She had heard it. "That's not--I heard--" Somehow she was still managing to drive during this, only now she was going a lot faster and not in circles.
Derek	"Lydia," Derek said, keeping his voice even. "I need you to focus. Where are we going?"
Lydia	"I need to stop," Lydia chanted, hands gripping onto the steering wheel tight and looking slightly crazed. She made a sharp turn into a vacant parking lot. "I need to stop right now, right now!" And with that she slammed on the brakes. Hope everybody was wearing their seat belts!
Derek	Well, duh. Safety was important, okay? "Lydia?" Wait. Derek turned his head, sniffing the air. Then he was scrambling to get the seat belt off without ripping it out of the car in his rush to exit.
Stiles	This was one of those times Lydia had a love/hate relationship with her powers. Because there was a Stiles-shaped thing lying in the parking lot but Lydia couldn't tell if he was alive or not. She was pulling off her seat belt and following Derek, though she was in no way as fast as he was. "Is he alive? Derek, is he alive?!"
Derek	"He's alive," Derek said, sagging with relief as he scanned over Stiles' body. "We have to get him out of here." You know. The whole gaping wound thing was probably going to get attention. Though, that could be because this Derek hadn't dragged himself across the goddamn town, bleeding out. Seriously, Beacon Hills. Seriously.
Lydia	"Oh god," she murmured when she caught sight of Stiles' stomach. "We can take him to Scott's. Melissa should be able to help."
Derek	Derek nodded, carefully picking him up. Because that would totally not disturb the giant wound. Totally. Shut up and let him have his moment, logic!

Scott	Scott had enough time to call his mother and Deaton to the house by the time Derek and Lydia showed up with Stiles in tow. And Aiden was there to...well, if Scott had to guess he was there to suck up. "Get him on the couch," Scott said, shoving pillows out of the way.
Melissa	Melissa was not having any of this. "Guys, this is crazy, he needs to be in a hospital." He looked like he had been gutted! She wasn't equipped to handle that at the house.
Scott	Scott gave her a look. "Do you remember the last time he was in a hospital?" People died!
Derek	"Just do something," Derek snapped. Because look at that gaping wound, people!
Deaton	Deaton moved closer to inspect the wound. "It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing."
Scott	"Like us?" Scott said. "That's good, right?"
Deaton	"Good for him," Deaton said. "Us? I'm not so sure." 'Cause he was an evil psychopathic fox, see.
Aiden	Aiden huffed. "Well if we aren't going to kill him why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?"
Derek	"You're apparently an emissary. Shouldn't you be able to do something?" Derek asked, completely ignoring the llama kid.
Deaton	Deaton frowned and started digging through a medical bag he brought. "If you're asking if I know how to help Stiles the answer is no." He pulled a vial out of the bag. "But I can keep him from escaping for awhile. Aiden, hold him down and Scott open his mouth."
Scott	Scott nodded at Aiden, giving the okay for him to hold Stiles down. He, for one, trusted Deaton completely. Which was why he held Stiles' mouth open and allowed Deaton to feed him some mysterious liquid.
The nogitsune	The peace of something going right only lasted for a moment, sadly. The nogitsune's eyes shot open and he immediately grabbed Aiden's neck, digging his fingers into his windpipe.
Aiden	Aiden flailed, trying and failing to pry Stiles' fingers off of him. "Get him off of me!"
The nogitsune	The nogitsune's grip slipped off without anybody having to pull him off. In fact his whole body went limp and he slumped against the couch. "Kanima venom. Nice touch."
Aiden	Aiden's eyes flashed blue and he roared at Stiles. 'Cause he needed to do something manly, okay?
The nogitsune	The nogitsune just looked amused by that. "You know how they say twins can feel when the other one's in pain?" "You didn't lose that talent too, did you?" he asked when he saw Aiden's frown. "Ohhhhhh I hope not. You're gonna need it." He wished he had more movement available because now would be the time to lean forward dramatically. "Okay, I'll give a little hint: Ethan's at the school."
Scott	"Go!" Scott urged.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune laughed again as Aiden rushed out the door. "Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers, homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you all trying to save the world every day."
Melissa	Melissa crossed her arms over her chest. "Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth?"
Deaton	Deaton nodded. "Yes, I do." And that's when the duct tape came out.
Scott	With the kanima venom keeping Stiles in place, Scott was comfortable enough to leave his mother to tend to his wounds while everybody else went into the kitchen to discuss what the hell to do. "How much longer do we have?" Scott asked.
Deaton	Deaton shook his head. " I wish I knew, but if we don't figure out something soon we're going to need to figure out a better place to keep him." "I think we are grossly underestimating the danger here," he continued. "He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand."
Lydia	"The scroll said we had to change his body." Whatever that meant.
Deaton	"That's if I translated it correctly," Deaton said. "We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be a proverb or a metaphor." He was the most useful emissary ever.
Scott	"And what if he doesn't want it?" Scott said. "He's never asked to be a werewolf."
Derek	"He doesn't want it," Derek said, baring his teeth unconsciously. Because someone wasn't happy with about half of the room even being around.
Lydia	All of the stupid werewolves were getting glares right now. "What if it saves him!"
Scott	"What if it kills him?" Scott shot back. "I've never done this before. What if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?" Or worse.
Derek	Derek turned to stare at Scott. Because this was not going to end well for anyone in the room.
Lydia	Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and looked over at Derek, not having this at all. "So you're not going to do it either, I take it."
Derek	"If I have to, yes," Derek snapped, panic building up. Because he was losing Stiles any option given to him. The best solution was just making sure he survived.
Deaton	"That venom is not going to last long, something needs to be done sooner than later." Such helpful.
Lydia	"Okay, how about this; we get the opinion of someone who's done this before to see if Stiles would be a good candidate for the bite." Because she really didn't want to see Stiles die any more than she wanted him to be a fox.
Scott	"Derek's not answering his phone." No, because he was too busy trying to light Chris Argent on fire.
Lydia	"Not the Hale I was thinking of." She exited the room, phone in hand before anybody could try arguing with her. They were doing this, damn it.
Derek	"Are you insane?!" Did you want Peter to get his arm broken? Wait...
Scott	"He does seem to know more about all this stuff than everyone else," Scott said sheepishly. "And he wouldn't hurt Stiles. He likes him in a really weird way."
Derek	Wow, Scott. You didn't help anything with that. "Oh, really?" Derek asked, pouring as much scorn into that as he could. "Thanks. That makes it better."
Melissa	Melissa entered the kitchen, looking more upset than she had been when they left her alone with Stiles. "Whatever it is you're doing if it can help Stiles, do it." She rubbed her hand against her face. "He's all patched up. The wound isn't bad anymore, but I wrapped it so it's not exposed anymore."
Derek	Derek gave one last look to Scott before walking past to go... stare creepily at Stiles. The nogitsune, actually, but it was the same thing at the moment. And by creepily, we mean 'conflicted and sad'. So. He had that going for him.
The nogitsune	And the nogitsune was staring creepily right back at Derek. Only by creepily it was more 'amused and slightly unhinged'. He'd wave but...you know. Kanima venom.
Derek	Derek took a breath, steeling himself for whatever would happen next, then ripped the tape off Stiles' mouth. Because he made poor choices.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune smiled, smacking his lips together like they had gotten dry or something in the three minutes between Melissa putting the tape back on him and Derek taking it off again. "Couldn't resist, could you?"
Derek	"No," Derek replied dryly. Like everyone knew this when it came to Stiles. "Give him back or we'll kill you."
The nogitsune	"Oh are you now?" he said. "Somehow I don't believe you. You can't even bring yourself to give me a paper cut when I'm in this body."
Derek	Okay, that was true, but rude. "Why him?"
The nogitsune	"You mean why him and not Scott or Allison?" he asked, followed by a shrug. "I saw a kindred spirit. Stiles is a trickster in his own right." "And he's just fun to mess with."
Derek	Not cool, nogitsune! "What will get him back?" he asked quietly. Derek, this was a bad idea.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune rolled his eyes and laughed. "What, you want to make a heroic sacrifice, Derek? Exchange your freedom for his?" What did you think this was, Supernatural?
Derek	MAYBE. "Would it work?"
The nogitsune	"Hmm...no," he said. "Who would really care if you were in Stiles' situation? Stiles might at first but he'd give up eventually, get over it. Find comfort in Lydia or that cute girl he was getting cozy with at the insane asylum."
Derek	"I'm offering you a Hale alpha," Derek continued, trying to keep his focus on this. And nyah, it's not like he hadn't already thought about that because look at those self worth issues. Look at them. And he was sure they wouldn't have as much trouble getting themselves to kill him, so it was a win-win.
The nogitsune	"You mean the same Hale alphas that have a nasty habit of being murdered or losing their powers? I'll pass," he said. "Do you know what I'd do if I got you instead? I'd wait until Stiles was back 100%, reunited with his father and Scott. Maybe give him some time to try to come up with a half-assed plan to get you back." "Then I'd find him and slowly choke the life out of him using your hands," he said, sighing. "And you'd see everything, hear everything as it happens. Did you know that? I'm in control but Stiles still knows everything that's happening right now."
Derek	Well, this was not going well at all! Derek pursed his lips, grabbing the tape to reapply it before the nogitsune could say anything more.