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The Perk | Late Sunday Morning

Right, so, Stiles was gonna call yesterday a good day despite some missteps. He had met new people and only made an ass of himself once or twice and said missteps had to do with Beacon Hills fallout rather than anything Fandom had to do with. So all in all, he had a pretty positive view of the school so far.

Now he had to explore the island. He wanted to know this place as well as he knew home because for some crazy ass reason Stiles tended to be running around the wilderness at night quite often. First stop was the Perk because you couldn't go wandering around a strange place without caffeine, even if you were someone as hyperactive as Stiles was. He grabbed a coffee and a pastry and took a seat by the window so he could people watch as he ate.

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In other instances, Derek had not gone out of his way to suddenly appear like a damn creeper. It just happened naturally.

This was not one of those instances. Because of reasons.

That would be why there was suddenly a werewolf outside the window and looking in at Stiles. Hey, Stiles. How ya doin'? Enjoying that pastry?

You stop people watching for one second to grab a bite of a danish and the next thing you know there's a werewolf standing outside your window.

"OH MY GOD!"

Yeah that was a shriek. A shriek that scared the barista so bad that she ending up dropping a whole pot of coffee.

She could deal with it. Derek had to deal with listening to her relationship woes. Ugh. So unprofessional.

But that was Derek's cue to come on in to have a friendly chat with Stiles. About the weather. And things. At Stiles' table.

All of the caffeine suddenly seemed like a bad idea since now Stiles was even more nervous and jumpy than usual. He quickly looked around for an exit but realized the only one required going through Derek and, heh, so not happening.

So instead he held up a menu over his face in a last ditch attempt to hide.

Really, Stiles? Really?

Derek smiled at the flustered barista as though that would make this entire scene appear to be a perfectly non-threatening interaction. Because he didn't need to get interrupted again, thank you.

He took a seat across from Stiles, keeping up his creeper cred with a nice bit of silent staring until he emerged from his menu.

There was a good four or five seconds where Stiles wondered if Derek would get bored and leave if he sat there long enough with the menu over his face. But, no, there was no way Stiles would be that lucky.

So he gathered up the remains of his composure and slowly lowered the menu, trying to pretend he didn't shriek like a girl at the mere sight of Derek. "Can I help you with something?"

Like a tiny, little girl who enjoyed frilly things, Stiles. And the color pink.

"We didn't finish our conversation."

"We didn't?" Yes, play up that confusion Stiles. People thought it was adorable on Scott so this could work the same way. "I don't know, I felt like the conversation was over."

Did it now? Even with all the intense looks and glowering that happened after he was shooed away by some guy with arms that made Derek wonder about maybe doing more push ups?

Not that Derek was going to say anything when he could just give Stiles a look. An unimpressed look.

"What? It's not my fault that people in this town frown upon the assault of teenagers, you know," Stiles said. "I'm sure they don't like lurking in people's bedrooms either so don't even think about it, I've got a big scary blonde roommate."

Wait, he was doing what now? See, that just sounded more creepy than normal when said out loud.

"...how do you know me?"

Stiles groaned and buried his face in his hands. "I just do, okay? Some version of you creeps around my hometown and we've ran into each other before."

'Ran into each other' was apparently the new term for framing someone for murder and almost chopping their arm off now.

"What town." It wasn't even a question, because Derek already had a sickening kind of dread in the pit of his stomach. Of where he might be running around, threatening an idiotic human teenager.

"Beacon Hills," Stiles answered. "You know, the place where your, um, house was. Is. For some reason I end up on your property a lot."

Like it was Stiles' fault that it seemed like every single part of the woods was owned by the Hales.

Well, then stay out of the freakin' woods!

Derek looked out the window, not certain how to respond to that. So, he went with the tried and true method of an awkward silence that tended to end with the other person desperately attempting to fill it.

As you do.

He should contact Laura and let her know... what exactly? That some version of him will end up back in Beacon Hills? Yeah, that wasn't weird at all.

Yeah, Stiles didn't do well with awkward silences. Especially ones that, judging from the look on Derek's face, should be filled with tinkly Lifetime music.

"So, um, I should probably also add that I know about your little...genetic...thing," Stiles said awkwardly. "You know the 'grrrrrr' thing."

So eloquent.

IT WASN'T TINKLY. IT WAS DARK AND VIOLIN-Y. BECAUSE HE WAS AN ANGRY SOUL WITH EMOTIONAL ISSUES.

...okay, it was super tinkly. And he needed a hug. Preferably from someone not evil, not trying to hit on him, and not teenage boy. Which kind of cut out a large portion of the island's population.

"I caught that." What with the mentioning his monthly issues. "You're not. And you're not a hunter either."

SO WHAT ARE YOU, STILES? OTHER THAN ADORABLE.

"Nah, I'm just a guy." Story of his life. "I just hang around a bunch of interesting people."

One of which was a potato.

Derek gave him another long look, as though to figure out just how accurate this was. Or simply because he didn't want to apologize for assaulting him earlier.

"Stay away from the Devil's Nest." What. Derek. Derek, no. That will only encourage him.

"Hey, hey, you are not the boss of me!" He didn't even know what the Devil's Nest was but that didn't matter right now. "I'll go wherever I want to, buddy!"

Look what you did, Derek.

He was only trying to keep you safe, Stiles! Safe from the smelly vampire, and the succubus, and... well, Jack was okay. For a weird-ass werewolf that made no sense.

And up went an eyebrow questioning Stiles' assessment of the situation between them. Because he was indeed the boss of him.

Stiles would never admit Derek was the boss of him no matter how true it may be! He would die first!

And if he didn't listen to Derek that would probably happen. Stiles was jailbait for all supernatural things. And he didn't even have a lick of fairy blood, take that, Sookie.

"I am not about to take orders from someone who has known me all of ten minutes and doesn't even know my name!" Stiles argued. "Which is Stiles, by the way, thanks for asking you jerk."

Ugh. Just don't make him get into a weird supernatural brawl because you're too dumb to listen to his advice. If he got his jacket messed up, your ass would be kicked, Stiles.

That jacket was the most important part of this entire narrative!

"Stiles," he replied, not so much smiling as baring his teeth. "Stay away from the bar. Or I will find you and kill you myself."

Stiles scooted back a little because the teeth thing would never not be scary. "...Okay, fine, I won't go there."

Oh he was so going to that bar the first chance he got.

This was why you were going to be a horrible Alpha, Derek.

You shut your whore mouth! He was an amazing alpha! Way better than Peter 'I'm gonna kill all the peoples' Hale!

"I will know if you're there," he reminded Stiles. Just in case he forgot about the whole scent thing.

"Yeah, yeah, super stalker, I get it," Stiles said grumpily. Not that it was going to stop him from going where he wanted to. "Can I eat my breakfast in peace now?"

He wasn't a stalker! He was just... shut up.

Derek gave him another look before pushing himself back onto his feet and walking away. His point had totally been made here.

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