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robinonadderall) wrote2012-11-25 09:54 am
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Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Late Sunday Morning
Right, so, Stiles' Thanksgiving had sucked what with getting his dad fired and Scott almost dying and them not being any closer to solving the whole kanima thing. He needed to relieve some stress and doing it the usual way wasn't cutting it. Which would be why he was at Derek's with a small jar filled with mountain ash. Deaton had been proud to hear of what Stiles accomplished and gave some more of it just in case. He was dying to see if the other night was just a fluke or if he really did gain a new skill.
Unlike the last time he did this, Stiles wasn't all that nervous about the small amount of mountain ash he had. In fact he purposely took less than was needed. He sprinkled some of it for a couple feet before closing his eyes and picturing a completed ring of ash around the mansion. Sure enough when he opened his eyes back up again the circle was complete. Oh yeah, he was totally magic.
He was in no rush to see if it worked, so he let himself in the house and wandered into the kitchen because he hadn't had anything to eat yet today. He ended up finding the motherload of Thanksgiving leftovers and quickly took to making himself a turkey sandwich and...finishing off the pie.
Whoops.
[For the werewolf who has no chest hair! And the stripper with no chest hair, if he wants!]
Unlike the last time he did this, Stiles wasn't all that nervous about the small amount of mountain ash he had. In fact he purposely took less than was needed. He sprinkled some of it for a couple feet before closing his eyes and picturing a completed ring of ash around the mansion. Sure enough when he opened his eyes back up again the circle was complete. Oh yeah, he was totally magic.
He was in no rush to see if it worked, so he let himself in the house and wandered into the kitchen because he hadn't had anything to eat yet today. He ended up finding the motherload of Thanksgiving leftovers and quickly took to making himself a turkey sandwich and...finishing off the pie.
Whoops.
[For the werewolf who has no chest hair! And the stripper with no chest hair, if he wants!]
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You are the worst fake boyfriend ever.
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And Stiles had been counting on those predator instincts, thank you. He knew he wouldn't make it far if he was actually trying to outrun Derek, but luckily for him (and not so lucky for Derek) he only had to make it far enough to hop over the line of mountain ash he had made. Which he did.
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He didnt even manage to sound dramatic about it like Gerard, just confused and pissed off.
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Think, Stiles, think. "Okay, how about this: I let you go and you go back in the house without hurting me because you helped me satisfy my scientific curiosity and that's what good fake boyfriends do?"
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"Stiles. Break the circle."
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And then he turned and started running away as fast as he could.
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Aww, precious little lamb, Stiles.
Then he took off after the kid.
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"Derek, I'm sorry!" he shouted as he kept on running. "I'm really, really sorry!"
His heart was already beating fast from the running but you didn't have to be a werewolf to know he was lying.
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Yep. Totally normal.
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It probably helped that Derek was right behind him, doing his best impression of a brick wall. "Really? I'm hurt. Here I thought we were making progress."
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You weren't very distressing, Derek, sorry.
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"And if I ask what happened...?"
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Stiles sighed. "Scott almost died and I got my dad fired. Happy?"
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