The Preserve | Friday Night

[robinonadderall]

Right, so, Stiles' quest to learn the layout of the island also included going out at night to figure out where everything is. The woods in the day and the woods in the night were two completely different things and he had gotten lost in the Beacon Hills woods enough to know that. He really hadn't meant to be out this late, but between going to the bar and just being distracted he had lost track of time. At least he had come prepared with a flashlight, not that it was really needed with the moonlight illuminating the forest.

Wait. Stiles frowned and looked up at the sky. That better not be a full moon.

[For the Sourwolf and NFB!]

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[justlurkinghere]

He'd always have things to threaten you about, Stiles. Because your best friend was Scott.

"Who is the other kid from Beacon Hills?"

[robinonadderall]

"Who, Jackson?" That would be the only other person from Beacon Hills here, Stiles, yep. "He's a jerk, you two should get along great."

[justlurkinghere]

Ha ha, Stiles.

"He's terrified of me. Why."

Derek, ask real questions. Because clearly this method did not work on Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

It really, really didn't.

"Seriously? You can't guess why you, Stalker McCreeperson, would terrify someone?" Stiles asked. "What, do you think the whole lurking thing is charming or something?"

[justlurkinghere]

OH EM GEE, OTHER THAN THAT.

Derek sighed, taking a sudden step back toward Stiles. "He has claw marks on his neck. And called me a drug dealer."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles jerked back, wincing when he ended up hitting the tree again. Ugh there were so gonna be bruises later.

"Oh he still thinks you're a drug dealer? That's, uh, my friend's fault," Stiles admitted. "He thinks Scott's sudden lacrosse superstar status is due to drugs rather than werewolf powers. But, hey, at least that means he hasn't figured out the whole werewolf thing yet so...good for you?"

[justlurkinghere]

Claw marks in the neck, Stiles. Those were hard to ignore.

You know, unless they were tainted by wolfsbane and causing you to have some seriously messed up hallucinations.

Derek glared at him, willing more information on the matter.

[robinonadderall]

"Look, what's going on with Jackson has nothing to do with you, just leave it--" Stiles lost steam on that sentence when he caught sight of something sparkly in Derek's hair. "...alone."

What the hell was that?

[justlurkinghere]

NOTHING. IT WAS NOTHING.

"If he brings anyone here about me..."

Or a restraining order.

[robinonadderall]

What were you saying, Derek? Stiles couldn't hear you over the distraction of something shiny.

"Dude, what is up with your hair?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek resisted the urge to touch his hair. Because that would be showing weakness to a teenage boy and no. Not happening.

"Stiles," he ground out.

[robinonadderall]

"No, seriously, is that glitter?" Stiles asked, moving forward for closer inspection. "Did someone get gussied up for the full moon?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek did the smart thing and bared teeth that were much less human than normal. Because this wasn't funny, Stiles.

Except for how it was. But that didn't matter to Derek. Not at all.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles at least had the good sense to take a few steps back and hold his hands up. "Sorry, sorry! I just thought it was vampires that did the dazzling, not werewolves."

[justlurkinghere]

"Shut up, Stiles." He finally gave in, trying in vain to brush the offensive glitter out of his hair. It just wouldn't all go away!

Seriously, folks. Glitter is an STD. It never goes away.

Top ten things you'd never expect to hear from Derek Hale: "Goddamn Pinkie Pie."

[robinonadderall]

"Not sure what that means, not sure I want to find out," Stiles said. "I hope you haven't tried to threaten anyone else tonight because you're definitely losing some of your terror points here."

One day he'd learn to keep his mouth shut. One day.

[justlurkinghere]

That got a full blown snarl. Because Derek remembered why Stiles being out here tonight was such a bad idea.

"Dorms. Now."

[robinonadderall]

"Oh Jesus God, I am going!" See, there was walking in the direction of the castle and everything. "Don't think I won't know if you decide to be a creep and follow me home to make sure I get there."

Well, he wouldn't know, really. But he knew what kind of a creeper Derek was and wanted Derek to know he was aware of that.

[justlurkinghere]

Suuuuuure, Stiles. Sure.

Derek rolled his eyes, taking off for the other end of the island to make certain Jack hadn't tried to escape again. He'd get his answers about this friend of Stiles' later.