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Scene 1: Beacon Hills is Never Boring Tagging: Derek & Stiles Location: Stiles’s bedroom Summary: Derek needs help researching the mating cycles of female wolves.
[[MORE]] Stiles: Stiles was supposed to be working on that paper for his Shakespeare course, and he couldn’t even remember why he’d thought that class would be a good addition to his schedule. Anway he was supposed to be working on the paaper but he’d been sidetracked first by following links to different types of theaters, and then different types of plays, and somehow it had led him to the DiCaprio Romeo and Juliet that he was currently deciding whether or not to stream or sownload for later. Streaming was probably going to win out.
Derek: Derek climbed up the side of Stiles’ house with ease and tugged the window up, belatedly remembering to sort of knock on the side before slipping inside. “I need you to look something up for me.” He looked uncharacteristically frazzled.
Stiles: Stiles didn’t move. He didn’t glance up at Derek as he came in, but went about making sure his download started since apparently he was to be otherwise occupied. When he finally did look up, he raised his eyebrows at Derek, as though expecting something from him. He wasn’t, but it was fun to toe the line between irritating Derek and pissing him off. “Hi Stiles, lovely evening we’re having, hope you’re not too busy…” he offered Derek some choices for appropirate
Derek: Derek nodded, expecting Stiles to ramble on about something or the other before actually getting to work. “Right. That. Now, I need to you research female wolf mating patterns and coming of age type…” He gestured, not knowing really how to explain. “Okay? Whatever you can find. It’s urgent.”
Stiles: Stiles was about halfway to a decent sighing when he realized what Derek was saying and perked up. He sat up straighter in his chair, leaning just slightly forward, eyes going a little wide. “Female wolf mating patterns?” Oh Stiles was all ears now. He swung back around in his seat and began typing into the search bar at the top of his window. Never mind Romeo, something much better just popped up. “I don’t suppose you want to tell me why I’m looking this up?” he asked as he scrolled through the search results.
Derek: “Not really,” Derek said, leaning forward to watch the computer over Stiles’ shoulder. He had a feeling he’d have to explain it eventually, but for now, he didn’t really want to have to tell Stiles about Erica and everything the pack was dealing with. “But the more information, the better.”
Stiles: “Uh huh,” Stiles muttered but he pulled up a research website for a Canadian reserve. There were a few interesting bullet ppoints but not near enough to be considered helpful. “This might take a while,” he said, his shoulders unconsciously wriggled from Derek’s proximity.
Derek: “Hm,” was all Derek had to say about that. He understood that it always took Stiles a little time to dig through what was actually fact, and what was twilight nonsense, but he was in a hurry. He finally walked over and sat on the bed, foot tapping on the ground. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. No one was calling him… that could be taken as good or bad.
Stiles: Stiles relaxed a little as Derek retreated. He cut his eyes back to him a couple of times, but then he started to get losty in page after page. He bookmarjked a couple for further reading and opened a google doc to start taking notes. One of the most important things he’d found had to do with pheremone productions picking up in October, several months before the actual mating season. He also started to find things about the female increasing her flirtateous behavior in order to attract a mate. When he glanced at the clock finally, two hours had passed. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his hands above his head to crack his knuckles. “I’ve made a start. I could do better if I knew why I was doing this, but I’ve been coming to some conclusions on my own anyway.”
Derek: Derek had been restless at the beginning, sitting, then standing, pacing back and forth around the room. But after the first hour, he’d stretched out on Stiles’ bed to wait, figuring it was better to conserve his energy. He was still waiting for a panicked phone call that hadn’t come. When Stiles finally started moving, Derek sat up, then stood and walked over behind him to peer at the computer. “Trust me, the less you know, the better.”
Stiles: “How’s that been working for ya?” he asked, but he didn’t really expect an answer. “I emailed you the most important things, but I think you should knwo that a female will be looking for the biggest baddest mate. She has to bond with her mate before her cycle hits because she’s trusting him to keep all the other wolves away from her and from their pups. And her pheremones start up early to help that along. She’d be obvious to any male wolf.”
Derek: Derek stared at Stiles. There wasn’t any good response he could come up with other than ‘oh shit.” Because that meant that Erica was looking for a mate, and she didn’t want just anyone. It sounded like she’d be wanting Derek. “Okay, so… how early do they start up? How long does this go on? …And what options are there besides her actually mating with someone?”
Stiles: Derek’s reaction was starting to confirm some of the thoughts Stiles was having. It’s not as if there were a ton of female weres around town. There was pretty much only Erica. “It starts in October and then really picks up during winter. The mating season is anywhere from late February to late March. And if the female doesn’t find a mate for whatever reason she may become withdrawn or even violent. She may try to seek a mate outside her pack.”
Derek: He shook his head, folding his arms over his chest, and finally gave in. Things were bad, and if there was a chance Stiles could help more with more information, it was worth it. “It’s Erica,” he said, assuming Stiles had figured out as much. “She’s already starting to release pheramones. It’s not affecting me as much as it is the others, but if it’s going to keep getting worse, we are going to have a problem on our hands. A big one.”
Stiles: “Fuck,” Stiles swore. He’d guessed that but hearing Derek say it out loud meant he really must be desperate. “I’m going to need some more time, and maybe we should talk to Deaton too, get his perspective.” Stiles was trying his hardest not to picture Erica with even more sexual prowess. No matter how hard he tried though he couldn’t stop thinking that she’d just levelled up and been given bonus pheremones.
Derek: Derek nodded. “Stop thinking about Erica naked.” He pulled his phone back out of his pocket and started texting his pack, letting them know that his suspicions were correct. “This is one of those things no one ever really explained to me. So we’re going to have to figure out what to do. Obviously I’m not going to mate with her.”
Stiles: Stiles might be blushing. He was trying to ignore the way his cheeks warmed so he shook his head. He wasn’t picturing her naked until Derek said it. Great. For some reason hearing that derek wasn’t going to mate with Erica made Stiles relax a little. He wasn’t going to think about that either. Nope. “Okay, good, so that’s the start of the plan. No mating, that’s a good start I think. I can go talk to Deaton tomorrow and I’ll keep reading okay, I’ll text you if I find anything else important.”
Derek: Derek may have noticed Stiles’ blush as he glanced up, but he didn’t say anything, and even managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, sounds good.” He pocketed his phone and headed towards the window. “Thanks, Stiles.”
Stiles: Stiles felt his mouth drop open, his eyes widening. Derek was thanking him. Oh shit, Erica must be really bad. “Sure thing, no worries, I’ll have all kinds of info tomorrow!” Stiles said with way too much false bravado.
Derek: Derek nodded before climbing out of the window and heading for his car. This was going to be a huge disaster.

Scene 1: Beacon Hills is Never Boring
Tagging: Derek & Stiles
Location: Stiles’s bedroom
Summary: Derek needs help researching the mating cycles of female wolves.


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Sterek || False Alarm

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“Good idea.” Derek dropped his hands and took a step back.  He pulled his phone out and sent a quick text to his betas, telling them not to bother coming, before pocketing it and turning to head for his car.  

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"Right," Stiles said again, this time to no one in particular.  He grabbed Scott by the sleeve and hauled him back to the jeep, this time to the passenger side.  Scott was kind enough to at least pretend like Stiles could haul him anywhere.  He wasn’t forgiven for not speaking up though and saying this whole thing was his idea.  Not even a little bit.  Stiles threw one last glance Derek’s way and tried not to notice just how good pissed off and broody looked on him.  Nope.  Not noticing that at all.

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Sterek || False Alarm

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“Hehehe,” Derek laughed obviously faking, clapping the two younger guys on the shoulders before squeezing tightly.  ”No more practices, all right?” He was going to have to call his betas before they showed up, and then listen to Erica’s bitching for the next three days.  The thought had him rolling his eyes.

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Stiles’s face dropped immediately, the moment Derek squeezed his shoulder.  Ow man, ow.  He was already nodding and he could see Scott doing the same next to him, though Scott was a lot calmer with his whole ‘you aren’t my alpha’ routine.  Stiles was simultaneously looking very much put in his place by Derek while planning his revenge on Scott.

"Sure, right, of course," Stiles agreed softly, his eyes just a little wide.  Geez, could this night get any funner?  "We’ll just go, we’re going…"

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Sterek || False Alarm

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Derek just glared.  If looks could kill, those two would be dead a million times over by now.  ”Next time, before you send me a million texts, maybe you could make sure that you’re actually tracking him.”

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"Right, yes," the words were stilted and laced with sarcasm.  Stiles rounded on Scott again, but he didn’t look sheepish any more.  He looked like he thought it was hilarious that Stiles had alerted Derek for no reason.  Oh he was dead.  He was so dead.

"So well, that was a great practice run, don’t you think?  If the kanima shows up, we know you can definitely catch up quickly, so… good work, man!"  Stiles tried to chuckle and look brave but Derek was there with his steely gaze looking all serious, like always.  He probably didn’t recognize humor the way normal people did.

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