The Preserve, Friday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

Derek wasn't about to let a few false starts of spring keep him from going running to work off some of the extra energy he had lately. Even if he had to work a little harder to avoid the muck out in the preserve, it was better than nothing.

Puppy Joe, on the other hand, was an adorable ball of white fluff on top and dingy gray/brown on the bottom.

Look, Derek didn't have the heart to leave the dog at home. It was worth the struggle giving him a bath later.

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[robinonadderall]

If you were surprised that Stiles was a werewolf, well, you shouldn't be. Because he had always been a werewolf. Well not always but for the last two years or so. Long enough that it shouldn't be a surprise unless you were from alternate universe or something.

He couldn't say he had been outside working out (because he still hated it on principle) but he was out in the preserve to see Derek and Puppy Joe adorably running.

Puppy Joe was adorable, not Derek. Stiles had never thought Derek adorable, no sir. Never in his life.

Since Derek didn't seem to notice his presence Stiles really couldn't resist sneaking up on him for a friendly tackle in the mud. He so rarely got to sneak up on another alpha. And it'd be hilarious to get Derek all dirty.

[justlurkinghere]

Totally friendly tackle! And completely unexpected for Derek, which would be why he hit the ground, snarling at the unfamiliar werewolf and twisting to force them under himself.

Which then lead to, "Stiles?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles threw his head back and laughed, letting his eyes bleed from red back to brown now that he wasn't doing the sneaky predator thing. "Oh man, I got you good. You should see your face!"

[justlurkinghere]

"When--" this was just very rude to do after he offered you the bite, Stiles. Very, very rude. "How are you a werewolf?"

[robinonadderall]

That at least got Stiles to stop laughing and give Derek a confused look. "Are you seriously asking me that? Did you hit your head or something?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Who bit you?" Derek snarled.

[robinonadderall]

That got Stiles' hackles up, his eyes going red again and fangs dropping. Because excuse you, Derek, you didn't get to demand stuff from him like that. "Peter, you stupid fuck!"

[justlurkinghere]

Well, deal with it!

"When?"

[robinonadderall]

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Stiles said before trying to roll Derek over. He'd feel much better about this interrogation if he was on top.

Not dirty.

[justlurkinghere]

Why was Derek letting that happen? Oh right, because he was a push-over at heart.

And it was Stiles. This was going to get awkward fast.

"Wrong with me?" he demanded. "You show up like this and wonder what's wrong?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yes!" Because seriously, this wasn't anything new. At least it wasn't new to him.

Stiles put his hands on either side of Derek's head and looked down at him. The positioning was not awkward at all, nope. Not at all.

"Fine, Derek, since you've gone inexplicably insane, I'll humor you," Stiles said. "Once upon a time two teenage boys went into the woods at night to look for a dead body. Then someone's asshole uncle bit one of the boys and said boy turned into a werewolf. Ringing any bells?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek blinked at that, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on here. "He bit Scott," Derek replied slowly. "Not you."

And he was slowly starting to realize the position they were in.

[robinonadderall]

"Scott?" he repeated. "Why would anybody bite Scott? I mean, I offered after the whole alpha thing but he said no."

[justlurkinghere]

And look at that! Derek had absolutely no words. Okay, it wasn't actually shocking but still.

"This is," he finally managed. "This is the island."

[robinonadderall]

"Okay crazy, whatever you say." Stiles sat back, frowning when he noticed his hands were covered in dirt. He wiped them on Derek's chest before moving to get up. "You're usually more fun than this."

More fun to annoy anyway.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek inhaled sharply, moving away because even if this wasn't the Stiles he knew, they were on top of him. And he didn't need to know what that felt like right now. He really did not.

You'd think an entire family of werewolves would make hiding reactions easier. You would be wrong.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles caught a whiff of a smell he didn't usually associate with Derek and whipped his head around to look at him. What the hell? That was new.

Not completely unwelcome though.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a point to not look at him. Because shut up and stop noticing these things! "This will be over after the weekend."

IT BETTER BE.

[robinonadderall]

"'This' meaning..." Derek being turned on by him? Puppy Joe being muddy?

[justlurkinghere]

"Meaning you," Derek snapped.

Meanwhile Puppy Joe was cautiously approaching the new threat to his vast territory of Fandom. Kneel before him, new werewolf.

Or pick him up and snuggle him. One of the two. He was confused as to which.

[robinonadderall]

"Way to be an asshole, man." Stiles was going for the pick up and snuggle option with Puppy Joe. Even if he was muddy. They were all covered in dirt at this point.

[justlurkinghere]

"Am I lying?"

[robinonadderall]

"You don't think you're lying," he said. "Still an asshole thing to say. What the hell is your problem?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, 100% done with his life right now.

"Trust me, it's worse for me."

HE HAD MEMORIES OF THINGS NOW.

[robinonadderall]

"Uh huh." He had no idea what you were talking about. "Look I'm just going to chalk up your weird mood to the full moon coming and just wander away to my own section of the woods, okay?"

And he was taking the dog with him. Just because.