Outside of the FBI Training Facility | Quantico, VA

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't know if it was sad or impressive that he managed a whole month at his FBI internship before getting shot. Some might have said that with his luck he might've been shot on the first day.

It hadn't been his finest moment, seeing as it was just a small graze on his foot from a ricochet and he had screamed like he had a whole arm taken off. Oh and he passed out when he saw the blood. That was pretty embarrassing too. Whole thing warranted two stitches and a pass to take the rest of the day off (but was expected back bright and early tomorrow).

He was fine to drive home but of course that whole idea went out the window when he told Derek about the ordeal. Now he was waiting to be picked up, occasionally looking at the windows of the facility to see if his classmates were pointing and laughing at him.

So. Embarrassing.

[For Derek!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"You got shot." His eyebrows clearly said it was necessary.

[robinonadderall]

“Barely,” Stiles said. “Just a graze! I gotta be back in class in the morning.”

It was a good thing Derek hadn’t seen the fuss Stiles had made in the moments after he had been shot. He had shouted “I’m dying!” several times.

[justlurkinghere]

...yeah, that sounded about right for him.

Derek just shot him A Look as he shifted into drive. Because he was going to still be fussy about this and you couldn't stop him.

[robinonadderall]

“They said I was capable of driving home myself.” Just let that be known!

[justlurkinghere]

"I can drop you off and go back home," Derek offered. Kindlt.

[robinonadderall]

"Well, I mean, you're already here," Stiles said. "I just don't want you to overreact."

Like he had.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not overreacting." He already did that on the drive here.

[robinonadderall]

"You totally did when I first called you."

[justlurkinghere]

"...I did not."

[robinonadderall]

"You did too," Stiles said. "And you didn't even let me argue when you said you were coming to get me."

Usually he let Stiles put up a bit of a fight.

[justlurkinghere]

But you were so fragile and squishy, Stiles! He worried.

"Maybe I overreacted a little bit."

A tiny bit. Itty bitty even.

[robinonadderall]

"Just a little," he said, happy that Derek admitted to it. "And as you can see for yourself, I'm fine. And I get to say I've been shot."

[justlurkinghere]

That got him another look. "You're telling your dad."

Like that was decent threat.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed a little, for the first time since the injury. "Yeah, that's fair."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed, waiting until he stopped to lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. Like a sap.

[robinonadderall]

"I love you too," he said, smiling. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

[justlurkinghere]

"Don't get shot again." That was Derek's job. "And were getting something with bacon on it."

Because he was stressed and deserved it.

[robinonadderall]

"I'll do my best." But promised nothing. "We both knew the job had risks."

Even in training, apparently.

[justlurkinghere]

"I know," Derek replied with a sigh. "I know. Just try to be safe."

[robinonadderall]

"Always try to be," Stiles said. "I'm better than I used to be."

[justlurkinghere]

"That is a very low bar," Derek informed him, but at least he sounded slightly amused.

[robinonadderall]

"Still," he said. "Progress."

Which was important.

"You staying the night tonight?" As if he had to answer that.

[justlurkinghere]

"If you're not kicking me out, yeah." Because that was likely. Sure.

[robinonadderall]

"I would never," he said. "And you can make sure I don't trip and open my stitches or something."

[justlurkinghere]

"Which you'd do," Derek agreed easily.