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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

Derek was at the bar tonight. And not needing to be replaced, Eric. God.

The music wasn't out to drive him insane beyond the decibel level that went along with AC/DC. Aww yeah. This bar was rocking out tonight. Possibly in an attempt to make Derek's love of leather jackets and the color black fit in with the place.

Or something like that.

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Get a beer. Rock out.

"Hi," Jack said, sliding up to the bar and ignoring music that sounded to him like tin cans and cats yowling. "How was the insane pony class today?"

He wasn't going to start with the questions about Laura. He was a considerate werewolf bro that way.

"I was hit with a foam bat." It was a thing.

"I showed a Noel Coward movie," Jack shared. "One of these things is far more civilized than the other."

He was a brat.

"The bat? I thought so too."

"Quite. And it's at least as educational as a movie day," Jack returned cheerfully enough. "Just coffee tonight, please."

Derek nodded, retrieving a cup. "Take a moment to brew."

Night and all.

"I can wait," Jack said. "It's been a while since I talked to you when everything was normal, anyhow."

"About what?" Derek asked, eyes down on the bar as he cleaned an already clean spot.

"Life, the universe, teaching, what we'd do if the island literally sent us cubs the next time it's mucking around with fake children," Jack said off-handedly. "What else?"

Derek looked up, staring at him as though he could read Jack's mind through sheer force of will. "Stop reading reading Wendy the Werewolf Stalker websites."

"Did you know there are subforums dedicated to knotting fetishes?" Jack queried. "I haven't been brave enough to click. I'm praying it's somehow about scouting."

Why did you insist on breaking Derek like this? "That doesn't happen."

FYI.

Because the alternative was dead sister chat, and somehow Jack didn't think Derek wanted that?

"I assumed that," Jack said. "And if it does in some worlds I still don't see why people want to write stories about it."

Derek was just going to keep giving you a look, Jack. Because of reasons. Reasons having to do with his extreme amount of issues.

"Stay away from those websites." A beat. "And tell Stiles to as well."

MAYBE HE'LL LISTEN TO YOU, JACK.

Jack stared right back. "I am not discussing horrible fanfiction with Stiles unless he brings it up first."

Jack had to keep some dignity.

"Anyhow, he said you're talking again. Tell him yourself."

Yeah, but that involves mentioning 'knotting'. No one wanted that. No one.

"No thanks."

Jack shrugged in a way that could mean have it your way. He still wasn't saying the word "knotting" in front of Stiles.

"So," he said, and drew a breath, "How did you leave things n Beacon Hills?"

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Derek shrugged, looking away. "You picked a good time not to come to the bar last week."

"Homework," Jack explained, concern crossing his expression. "Why, what happened?"

"Kate paid a visit." A shooty shooty visit.

Jack winced. "That sounds ... reasonably terrible."

In his head, he was calling the professor who'd assigned the paper he'd spent that night working on every name he could think of.

"What did she do?"

"She wanted information on the Alpha." And traumatize Derek some. It was what she did. "Talked to a few people, I gather."

Jack set his jaw. "I suppose I should be grateful she didn't find me, or vice versa."

"Yes." BE GLAD, JACK. "She--was the one who burned my family."

Because he had been too stupid to see what she really was.

"Charming," Jack said, anger simmering in his eyes. That explained Derek's reaction when her name came up the week before. "And she came all the way here just to ask you about the Alpha?"

They had a history, Derek couldn't bring himself to say.

"She always has an ulterior motive."

"What was it this time?" Jack asked, suspicious.

"Keeping me in line. She's a little more aggressive about it than her brother."

"Probably should have gotten that last week from the size of her gun."

"And it didn't kill me," Derek replied blandly. "Imagine her disappointment."

"I'm sure she sobbed all the way here," Jack said. "Should we expect her to come back?"

Derek swallowed back a knee jerk 'no' to that. Because wishful thinking. "I don't know. She talked to a lot of people."

Seriously. Rock out.

Where bosses lurked. Rocking out, we hope.

THUNDER.

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