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Stiles had gotten better from whatever devil sickness he had about three days into his stay at Beacon Hills but his dad had kept coming up with excuses of why he should stay. Which Stiles found sort of suspicious because, hi, he had school. Then Scott had told him about the texts Isaac had been sending him about the crazy shit going down in Fandom and it had all made sense. He should have never given Derek his dad's number, what a dumb move.

He felt like he should have been angrier than he was, but in truth he was just so exhausted from his trip that he didn't care. Being that close to the nemeton wasn't great for his already crappy sleeping habits and it worried him that Scott seemed more together than he was. Stiles felt kind of like an asshole for being worried about that, but whatever.

It was getting pretty late by the time he made it back to the island and it just seemed like he was programmed to go to the mansion instead of his dorm room these days. He didn't actually remember walking there from the causeway, which he was crediting to typical ADHD zoning out rather than something nemeton-related and worrying. He scooped up Puppy Joe when he came to the door to greet him and headed into the kitchen for a soda or something. Because clearly caffeine was needed this late at night.

[For Derek!]

It hadn't been a great night in the ways of sleeping and there was a scratchiness in this throat that indicated that he was either talking a lot last night in his sleep or he was coming down with a cold. He didn't know which one would be worse. He had gone out to get a peppermint mocha that was 70% whipped cream and turned to go to the mansion instead of to the dorms, which should surprise no one. It was a nice, scenic walk, okay? He was enjoying the caroling.

Now he was curled up on the couch with his coffee and a blanket like that was the key to fighting off a potential cold or something.

[For the people in the house and anybody that wants to stop by, of course]

Falling asleep in a pile of chips hadn't been as uncomfortable as Stiles would have initially thought. Though the whole werewolf comforter might have had something to do with it, along with the whole pack togetherness thing. Even if this wasn't technically Stiles' pack.

This morning, however, brought on the awkwardness that Stiles saw coming all weekend and he was now trying to figure out a way to slide out of the pillow fort to make coffee without anybody noticing. It involved moving very, very slowly out from underneath his much bigger werewolf comforter and trying not to breathe too loudly.

[For anybody in the house, of course]

Stiles really had no idea what he was doing with this whole formal wear thing. Usually he got somebody to help him and this time it was Derek's turn. Wasn't he lucky? Stiles had taken over his room to get dressed and was about done save for the whole tie thing. If only he could actually find the tie.

For some reason he got the feeling Puppy Joe was running around the house with it in his mouth.

[For Derek and anybody else living there/wants to stop by]

It was a pretty well known fact that unless physically forced or woken up by a nightmare, Stiles would pretty much sleep his day away if he had nowhere to be. Sometimes the smell of coffee could lure him out of bed, but only if he was past the completely passed out stage of sleep. So despite going to bed annoyed last night, Stiles was still at the house and was still commandeering Derek's bed.

Or half of it, rather. At some point during the night half of him had fallen off the bed, so his face was pressed up against the floor while his lower half was still resting comfortably on the bed.

Don't ask how he could sleep like that. It was a mystery of life.

[For Derek! I'm gonna be on major SP at certain points during the day. Ugh I have appointments like an adult or something]

Stiles had arrived back in Fandom early on Thursday, but it took him some time to get over to Derek's. He had been moving slow in the first place due to lack of sleep and the pounding in his head from the injury after the car accident. He didn't know if the nightmares were due to the recent trauma or the after effects of his sacrifice to the nemeton, but he did know they sucked. If they decided to stick around he was going to be in real trouble. The other issue he had was with Derek himself. He knew this wasn't going to go over well, but he had made the decision to tell the truth for once and he was going to go through with it.

Still, it was almost a relief to find Derek wasn't in his room when he got there. He sat down on the edge of Derek's bed and let Puppy Joe climb up in his lap. He scratched behind his ears absently, trying to ignore getting lost in the dark thoughts that always seem to be on the edge of his mind now. It was bad enough having to deal with them when he was asleep.

[For Derek!]

The question of where to find Deucalion was answered with no effort at all. Scott had been nice enough to send Jennifer a video telling her exactly where they were waiting. Slightly dramatic, but Scott was a werewolf. It came with a territory. It looked like the final showdown would be in the abandoned distillery. Again, dramatic, but with the revenge spiral still carved into the wall it was very appropriate.

Scott and Deucalion were waiting calmly for Jennifer, though their window of defeating her easily was closing as the time for the lunar eclipse got closer.

( You're gonna have to imagine your own dubstep here )

[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x12 "Lunar Ellipse" and pre-played with spectacular throughaphase. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. One more post and we're dooone. You all are such troopers]

Stiles felt a little better now that Deaton was up to speed on everything. At least there was a grown adult with experience in all this crap that was with them now.

He also felt safer now that everybody was together. Well, everybody meaning Kitty, Isaac, Lydia and Allison. Scott still wasn't answering his calls and Derek refused to leave Cora. But still. Most everybody was accounted for.

( WARNING: For character death. Three of them. Temporarily. idk it's like magic death not real death idgi )
( Hallucinating dream times )
( And a 16 hour wait )

[Again warning for character death albeit a temporary magical something or other one. Taken from Teen Wolf 3x11 "Alpha Pact" and 3x12 "Lunar Ellipsed". Preplayed with the splendiferous throughaphase. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. Last post for today!]

Stiles was sitting in the ER lobby, waiting for one of the officers to come and give him the usual questioning when one was found at a crime scene. Sadly Stiles was getting used to that sort of thing.

Unfortunately, instead of getting one of the officers he knew well from his dad's office, he got an FBI agent who Stiles knew was a special kind of jackass.

"Just perfect," Stiles mumbled, scooting down in the chair. Maybe he wouldn't be seen.

( Scott's douchey daaaad )
( Non-douchey Argents )

[Taken from Teen Wolf 3x11 "Alpha Pact" and preplayed with the lovely throughaphase. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]

For once a plan actually worked because there was nobody stopping them from getting to the basement garage. There was an ambulance waiting, just like Mrs. McCall said, though the engine wasn't running. Maybe the EMT had gone inside.

"Lay her down on the gurney," Stiles said, as he opened the doors to the back of the ambulance and getting inside.

( The ambulance )
( The elevator )

[Follows this. Taken from Teen Wolf 3x10 "The Overlooked" and preplayed with the magnanimous throughaphase. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. Post 3 of 4!]