McCall House | Late Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Peter	Guess who was at the door! Everybody's favorite uncle/abuser, Peter Hale! And for some reason he looked delighted to be here.
Derek	Derek took up a position in front of Lydia even though she betrayed them all by calling Peter here. Even then. Look what loyalty you inspire by not actively hurting him, Lydia!
Peter	"I've had warmer welcomes," Peter said. "But I've had worse too. How are you, Derek?"
Derek	Derek responded with a completely mature flashing of fangs and red eyes. Because that's how you greet the reanimated corpse of your uncle that you killed and then dismembered with your boyfriend's friend. There was even a Hallmark card for it.
Peter	And of course Peter had to respond to that with a smile. Because really, Derek, you needed to learn to control those anger issues. "I feel the love," he said, turning his attention to the duct taped teenager on the couch. "And there's our psychotic little fox." He circled around Stiles once, eyeing him closely before crouching down in front of him. "He doesn't look like he'd survive a slap across the face much less the bite of a werewolf."
Scott	Scott's shoulders slumped. "You don't think it will work.
Peter	"This is more a war of the mind than the body," he said. "There's better methods of winning this battle."
Derek	"What do you mean?" And why did this sound like it was going to become both confusing and complicated?
Peter	Peter abruptly grabbed Scott by the wrist and forced his claws out. "We're gonna get in his head."
Scott	Scott's eyes widened. "What?"
Peter	"You're going to try to get into pale and sickly evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious," Peter explained. "But you're not going to do it alone."
Derek	"If you even think about touching him," Derek replied, taking a step forward to disengage Peter's hand from Scott. Yes, this was him totally stepping up to do this. And threatening Peter. Multi~tasking.
Peter	"Calm down, Derek, I wasn't suggesting me." But he did let go of Scott's wrist because ow. "I meant yourself and Lydia, of course."
Lydia	"How could I do it?" she asked. Claw-less here.
Peter	"Either Scott or Derek will put their claws in you in addition to Stiles," he explained. "It'll be painful."
Lydia	"Of course it will be," she said. "I'll do it."
Derek	Derek let go of Peter's wrist, giving Lydia a concerned look before he nodded. "Let's get this over with."
Lydia	Lydia nodded, sitting down on the couch next to Stiles. Close enough so that whoever could reach both her and Stiles at the same time but also not so close as the fox could get creepy. 'Cause he was really creepy.
Scott	"So what do we do when we find him?" Scott asked Peter. He was so confused.
Peter	"You're going to have to guide him out somehow," Peter said, putting Scott's hand against the right spot on Stiles' neck. "Try to give him back control of his mind and his body."
Lydia	"Could you elaborate on this somehow? It's not feeling very specific at the moment."
Peter	"Improvise." Easy to say when he wasn't the one going in.
Derek	"Thanks, Derek replied dryly. He let his claws grow, picking the spot on the other side of Stiles' neck and then placed his other hand just over Lydia's.
Scott	"What if this is another trick?" Scott asked nervously. Look, he wasn't feeling great about stabbing his best friend in the neck.
Peter	Peter huffed. "When are you people going to start trusting me?"
Scott	Scott looked back at Peter then over to Stiles. "I meant him."
Peter	Well this was awkward. "Oh."
Scott	"Just--okay, let's do this," he said, pushing back any doubts. "Now." He shut his eyes and dug his claws into the back of Stiles' neck.
Derek	Derek took a breath and dug his own into both Stiles and Lydia. Because there was no way this could go wrong. No. Way.
Lydia	Admittedly they didn't get off on a great start. Lydia couldn't really describe what it felt like going into somebody else's head but the first feeling she could distinctly describe was one of being tied down. Because she was tied down. To what looked to be a bed in a mental ward. She immediately started struggling, trying to get out of the restraints.
Derek	And hey! Here's something Derek was used to happening to him. ...not in a dirty way. This time. His life was just this terrible. Derek strained against the straps keeping him in place until they snapped. Whoever did this was so not keeping the werewolf thing in mind. Pun not intended.
Scott	Scott actually had been struggling, thinking that the werewolf thing wouldn't work. But once Derek broke the straps he quickly ripped off his own. Shut up. "What now?" Scott said as he carefully got Lydia out of her restraints.
Lydia	"This is my first time in someone else's head," Lydia snapped, rubbing at her wrists. "I guess we try the door."
Scott	"Just stay behind me," Scott said, going for the door. He'd go in the front, Derek in the back and Lydia would be safely in the middle. Great plan! Too bad the door slammed shut as soon as Scott went through it.
Lydia	"Scott! Scott!" Lydia tried the door handle. Nothing. "Oh perfect."
Derek	"That went well," Derek muttered, going to take her hand so that they couldn't be separated as he tried the door. The door that led to a room that looked remarkably like his own bedroom. It was enough of a shock that he didn't even notice as the hand in his disappeared and the door closed behind him.
Stiles	Stiles shuffled out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and looking like he had been getting ready for bed. "Hey. Where have you been?"
Derek	"Someone had to clean up the kitchen," Derek said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it into a hamper in the corner. Because they were painfully domestic. He paused at the bed, trying to remember what it was he'd been thinking in the hallway.
Stiles	"I was totally planning on taking care of that tomorrow," Stiles said with a wry smile that totally meant he had no intention of doing that at all. He flopped down on his side of the bed, rolling over until he was propping himself up on his elbows. "Just gonna stand there and stare?"
Derek	Derek shook himself out of whatever that had been, climbing in under the covers. "Thinking about all the crumbs you've probably left in there."
Stiles	"My mess must have been very distressing for you," he said, shifting closer to him. "Want a distraction from your trauma?"
Derek	Derek rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling anyway as he reached for Stiles' waist to close the already small distance between them.
Stiles	"See, I knew watching all that porn would give me great seduction lines," Stiles said. "The key is to offer sex as the solution to anybody's problem."
Derek	"And if that doesn't work?" Derek asked, swinging a leg over Stiles' hips to straddle him.
Stiles	"When hasn't it worked?" Stiles asked with a smile, placing his hands on Derek's hips.
Derek	"It doesn't always work," Derek muttered, leaning down to kiss him. It always worked.
Stiles	Yeah, it always worked. Which was why Stiles let out a pleased little hum as he kissed Derek back. He hands slid up Derek's back, doing his best to urge him down against him. Because there was no way Stiles could move Derek around unless he wanted to be moved.
Derek	And Derek was just forced to lean forward, weight supported on his forearms and chest brushing against Stiles'. Forced into this. "This doesn't get you out of cleaning up after yourself," he said, tilting his head to give Stiles' jaw a little bite.
Stiles	"And what would get me out of that?" he asked.
Derek	"Nothing," Derek replied seriously. Yes. So serious.
Stiles	"Nothing? You've got me in bed, ready and willing, and your answer is absolutely nothing?" he asked. "You're lucky I love you because that's kind of insulting."
Derek	"What?"
Stiles	"What do you mean what?" he asked. "Or are you in awe by the fact that I love you despite the fact you can be a dick sometimes?"
Derek	Oh, and didn't it just figure that's what would clue him in? Derek could feel things start to slot back into place as his heart sank. "Stiles hasn't--doesn't--" he cut himself off, climbing off whatever it was that had Stiles' face, rushing out of the room to find where he'd lost the others.
Stiles	Once Derek opened the door he'd find Lydia and Scott, both of whom looked like they had been in similar soul crushing situations. The white room they were in would be familiar to Scott at least. It was like an empty office building. Except for the giant tree stump in the middle of the room where Stiles and a man wrapped in bandages were playing a game.
Derek	"Stiles!" Yes, that's just what he should do after the last time.
Scott	At least Lydia and Scott were trying the same thing? Scott was even running as fast as he could towards the nemeton. "Stiles! Over here!" Too bad the freaky room made it so that running would do nothing but make you tired. "What do we do now?"
Lydia	Lydia had her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath from running. Then her head tilted to the side like she had just gotten an idea. "Derek, Stiles is part of your pack. He's human, but he's still part of your pack, right?"
Derek	"Yeah," Derek said, looking away from her where Stiles sat, realization slowly dawning on what she could mean with a mention of pack. See, this is what happens when you mention that to someone who'd had one for a long time.
Lydia	"So how to wolves signal their location to the rest of their pack?"
Derek	At that, Derek tilted his head back and howled.
Stiles	Stiles' head jerked up from the Go board, looking off to the side. He looked shaken up to see Derek, Scott and Lydia and even more so when he realized what he had been doing with the nogitsune. With a glare Stiles flung out his hands, knocking the board game off of the nemeton.
Lydia	Lydia woke up gasping for air, hand immediately going to her neck. Her nose was bleeding but she didn't seem to notice, too busy scrambling off the couch to see what was going on.
Scott	"Did it work?! Did it work?" Scott shouted. Everybody else seemed to be moving but Stiles was still slumped against the couch unconscious.
Derek	"Stiles?" Of course Derek was all up in that personal space. He couldn't help it. Also, did not notice his bloody nose.
Lydia	"What happened?!" Lydia asked, approaching Peter. "Why didn't it work?"
Peter	"Because it's not science, Lydia, it's supernatural," Peter said, gripping her by the arm. "I did my part now give me the name."
Scott	Scott looked confused. "What name? What are you talking about?"
Peter	Peter gave Scott a look to stay out of it before dragging Lydia over a few feet. "Lydia, a deal is a deal, even with me."
Derek	Derek turned at that, eyes going red and growling low as he pulled away from Stiles. "Drop her arm or lose yours."
Lydia	"It's fine, Derek," Lydia said, even though she didn't look fine at all. Still, Peter let go of her because he apparently wasn't looking to lose any limbs today. She leaned in close to Peter and whispered. "Malia Tate."
Stiles	Stiles jerked awake, flailing his limbs around and making choked noises. He looked like he was seconds away from throwing up. He fell to his knees, hands going up to his mouth and grasping for something. What came out was...bandages. Yards and yards of bandages. Stiles was pulling feet of it out, making gagging and choking noises. His eyes were watering from the pain of it.
Derek	One? This was one of the grossest things Derek had seen. And he'd puked up black goo before, ya'll. He took a step back, unsure what to even do to help.
Stiles	The worst part was that it just kept coming. Stiles wasn't even pulling the bandages out with his hands now, he was just straight up vomiting them now. If you were paying close attention you'd notice black smoke seeping from the bandages slightly. When it had finally (finally) stopped, Stiles slumped to the floor, still dry heaving.
wtf is that	We weren't done yet, folks! Because, yes, that would be the wet, spit-covered bandages moving, slowly but surely forming into something person shaped.
Derek	Once again... gross. Derek rushed forward to grab at the nogitsune before it could escape on them again now that they'd gotten it out of Stiles. And damned if he was going to let that thing run free again.
srsly wtf is that	The bandage covered person struggled against Derek's hold, moving in a frantic and somewhat confused way.
Scott	Which was how Scott knew something was off. "Wait, wait! Derek, don't hurt him." He ran up and started unwinding the bandages off.
Stiles	Scott unraveled, first revealing familiar brown hair and then kept at it until a very scared and confused looking Stiles was exposed. He blinked up, trying to piece together where he was and what the hell just happened. "Derek?"
Derek	"Stiles?" Derek asked, not able to let himself believe it right away. Because if this was Stiles, then what was the other thing?
Scott	Yeah, Scott had that same thought. Which was why he was turning to where the nogitsune had thrown up the bandages...only to find nobody there. And the front door wide open. And worse-- "Lydia? Lydia?!" He ran out the door but Lydia was nowhere to be seen and her car was gone.

[Taken from TW 3x22 "De-Void" and preplayed with the fantastic justlurkinghere. Warning for vomiting up a human being lol. NFI, NFB but OOC is A-OK]

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SRSLY WTF WAS THAT