McCall House | Evening

[robinonadderall]

Derek	Derek had taken the liberty of making coffee that no one really needed in the McCall kitchen. And then almost went to put the amount of cream and sugar Stiles normally liked in one cup before catching himself and sticking with just his black coffee. And that was probably why he was just staring at the cup in his hands instead of drinking it. It also allowed him to listen to the quiet sounds of Stiles sleeping in the other room. That was totally healthy.
Stiles	Stiles was sleeping on the couch but was abruptly pulled out of it, gasping for air and almost falling off the couch.
Scott	Scott was there in an instant, wrapping his arms around Stiles and pulling him up straight. "Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Stiles	"What happened?" he gasped. "How long was I out?"
Scott	"Just a couple hours," Scott replied. "You should sit down."
Stiles	Stiles shook his head. "Where's my dad?"
Scott	"He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone, looking for Meredith," Scott said. "I promised I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
Stiles	"What about the others?" Stiles asked.
Scott	"Allison, Isaac, the twins, they're all looking for Lydia," Scott said. "Derek's in the kitchen." Probably listening to everything they were saying.
Stiles	"I just--I just feel like we're waiting for a ransom call."
Scott	"We'll find her," Scott said.
Stiles	Stiles nodded, rubbing at his arms before reaching for his coat.
Scott	Scott gave him a concerned look. "You okay?"
Stiles	"Yeah." Which was a lie. "I don't know why, I can't seem to keep warm."
Scott	"Maybe you should sit down, take it easy." Scott reached out to touch Stiles' hand and was shocked when his veins immediately starting turning black. "You're in pain!"
Stiles	"It's not bad," Stiles lied. "It's more like a dull ache."
Scott	"Where?" Scott asked.
Stiles	Stiles winced. "Sort of everywhere."
Scott	Scott reached out to take more of Stiles' pain and frowned when Stiles jerked away. "Dude, you're freezing. Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?" Before Stiles could answer (or try to get out of answering) Scott's phone rang. "It's Kira. Hey, what's up?" After a moment he pulled the phone away. "They found Meredith. She's at the school. I--I gotta go, Stiles."
Stiles	Stiles nodded. "Go, I'll be fine. Just bring her back here fast."
Derek	When Scott was gone, Derek put away the now cracked coffee mug in the garbage. He'd totally replace that when things calmed down. Sorry, Melissa. Then he got up to lurk in the doorway toward the living room. Like suuuuuch a creeper.
Stiles	"I'm not blind, you know." You needed to up your lurking skills, Derek!
Derek	Yeah, well. He wasn't really trying. So shut up. "How bad is it?"
Stiles	"What's it matter?" he asked.
Derek	Derek clenched his jaw, looking away. "It matters to me."
Stiles	"It feels--" Stiles sighed. "It feels like I'm dying, okay? Slowly."
Derek	Well now, if you really wanted Derek to close the distance between you and but his hands on your neck to yank away all that pain, you got it now, Stiles. Because someone had a habit of doing this to people he loved.
Stiles	"Derek, stop," Stiles said, trying to push him away. "I mean it, stop."
Derek	Derek choked, stumbling back from the sheer amount of pain he'd siphoned off as much as Stiles' shove. "I can take it." Possibly die. But. You know.
Stiles	"Oh yeah, Derek, you're looking great right now," Stiles snapped. "This is why I didn't say anything. I knew you wouldn't be able to leave me the hell alone."
Derek	"So, what? You'd rather let it continue?"
Stiles	"If it keeps you from getting hurt? Yes," he said. "I mean it, Derek, stay away from me."
Derek	"And what about your father and Scott?" Derek demanded, balling his hands up into fists to keep from touching him.
Stiles	"They wouldn't try to kill themselves trying to take my pain!" Stiles argued. "And you would, you'd kill yourself!"
Isaac	Isaac cleared his throat from behind the two of them. And he wasn't alone. He had met Scott's dad outside. "The door was open."
Derek	Derek spun in place, glaring at Isaac and the worst FBI agent ever. If Agent McCall was here for his 'World's Worst Dad' mug, he was too late. Derek already broke it. He turned back to Stiles, huffing before he went to lurk near the doorway again.
Scott	Of course Scott had to arrive a moment later with Meredith in tow. Oh and he had a glare with his dad's name all over it. "What are you doing here?"
Agent McCall	"I could ask you the same thing." Didn't you ever go to school, Scott? "Who's she?"
Stiles	Stiles moved quickly to Meredith's side. "She's, uh. My girlfriend." He looked over at Derek and then remembered Agent McCall knew about that. "We have an open relationship." Sure.
Derek	Why did you have to make things worse, Stiles? Why? Derek just glared. Because fuck ya'll. They were having relationship troubles.
Meredith	That's okay, Meredith wasn't here for it either, Derek. "You're not my type." She looked over at Isaac. "He's my type."
Isaac	Isaac just stared because what even.
Stiles	"Obviously we have a lot to talk about, we should go upstairs," Stiles said. "Derek and Isaac can come too." Great, now Scott's dad was gonna think they were gonna have a gang bang.
Meredith	Isaac and Derek followed Stiles and Meredith upstairs, Isaac looking scared and Derek looking surly. Stiles sat Meredith down on the bed and asked Meredith about Lydia. Only she was a little confused. "Lydia, you mean the red haired girl."
Stiles	"Yes, yes! Good, progress," he said. "Now all you gotta do is tell us where she is."
Meredith	"Okay," Meredith said, nodding. "If she tells me."
Isaac	Isaac looked confused. "If she tells you...can you ask her?"
Meredith	"I already did," she said, looking proud.
Stiles	"Perfect, what did she say?" Stiles asked.
Meredith	"She said she doesn't want to be found."
Isaac	"Okay..." Isaac grabbed Stiles by the wrist (hey, Stiles would let him touch, apparently), and nodded at Derek to come with them. 'Cause they needed to have a private conversation on how to solve this. "What do we do now?"
Derek	And Derek was going to glare at Isaac until he stopped with the touching. Glare. "She doesn't want to be found. We need to know why."
Stiles	"I don't care about why, I care about where." Because he just assumed Lydia was doing it to be selfless and heroic.
Isaac	Yeah Isaac was dropping that wrist. "Maybe we could force her to tell us."
Stiles	"Isaac we're not going to torture her!" Stiles said.
Isaac	Isaac huffed. "I meant scare her."
Stiles	'We're not going to psychologically torture her either!"
Isaac	"Fine. How about this--you said she hears things, right?" Isaac said. "Doesn't that mean she's like Lydia? A banshee?"
Derek	"Then we just ask her again," Derek snapped. Seriously, you two.
Stiles	"Okay, we'll ask her," he said. "And we'll appeal to her bansheness." He went back into the room where Meredith was sitting on the bed quietly and crouched down in front of her. "Okay, Meredith, I want you to focus. Focus and listen. Just...focus on the silence."
Isaac	"Listen to the silence," Isaac added helpfully.
Stiles	Stiles glared up at him. "Okay, would you just let me handle this, I have more experience with banshees."
Isaac	"Yeah, and with mental patients," Isaac mumbled.
Derek	"Shut up, Isaac," Derek said, stepping closer toward Meredith with a safe distance away from Stiles. "Can you help us?"
Meredith	Meredith's gave them all an expectant look. "Is someone gonna get that?"
Stiles	"Get what?" Stiles asked.
Meredith	"The phone." Duh, you morons.
Stiles	"What--" Stiles looked at Isaac and Derek. "What phone?"
Derek	"Your phone," Derek said, playing along with it. He'd seen how Lydia had thought the GPS led them to Stiles, after all. If it worked, that's all that mattered right now. "Stiles. Give her your phone."
Stiles	"Oh. Oh my phone," he pulled his phone out of his pocket and pretended to answer it. "Yes, hello? Yes, yes she is actually. She's sitting right here." He handed the phone to Meredith. "It's for you."
Meredith	Meredith took the phone and held it up to her ear. She was quiet for a moment before 'hanging up'. "They say coup de foudre."
Stiles	"Cuck--what? Is that Spanish?" he asked. "Coup de foutre?"
Derek	...why did you have to butcher it like that? Derek was shaken out of his funk for a moment at that, blinking at the wrong phrase being said. "Coup de foudre," he corrected carefully. "Love at first sight."
Stiles	"Wait, what did I say?" He wanted to learn French!
Derek	"Really not important right now," Derek ground out. "Is that all they said, Meredith?" Because he was changing the subject. He was still pissed at you, Stiles. Don't think he wasn't.
Scott	Scott, who had been listening in for the last few moments, spoke up when Meredith shook her head. "I think I know where Lydia is."

[Taken from TW 3x23 "Insatiable" and preplayed with the fantabulous justlurkinghere. NFI, NFB but OOC is A-OK]