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[skybluejeep]

 

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.
 

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[garou]

[ Not good enough. ] Who was it? Kate?

[skybluejeep]

[That gets a genuine startle out of him, looking like he's been smacked across the face. Again. And there's no lie in his voice as he answers.]

What?! No! No, it wasn't Kate, holy crap. That psychotic bitch never touched me. I swear.

[garou]

[ And Derek hesitates. Because who was it, then, who else could have been the kind of person who had no regard for anyone to the point of hitting them—and then it hits him, his face coming set in a grim line. ] Gerard.

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles lets out a defeated sigh, and pulls a tray of pot stickers out of his fridge. Bought fresh, they were just right for this incredibly awkward conversation. Appetizers and trauma, yay!]

I will neither confirm nor deny that. But I will say that geriatric cancer patients shouldn't be able to bring that much upper-body strength to bear.

[garou]

[ Derek finally chooses that moment to sit, staring at Stiles, his look a little less annoyed. ] When?

[skybluejeep]

[He pops the dumplings in the microwave, and won't look over at Derek.]

Before summer break. The night of the big game. He grabbed me in the dark when everybody was focused on Jackson. As fucking always.

[garou]

And that's when he hit you?

[skybluejeep]

[He lets out an impatient huff, and grips onto the counter with both hands.]

No. That's when he grabbed me in front of the entirety of Beacon Hills High without a single fucking soul seeing it, including my own father the sheriff, and then he threw me in the basement of his son's house, and then beat seventeen different kinds of crap out of me.

[garou]

[ Derek stills, face finally falling from annoyance to shock, staring at Stiles as he stood in the kitchen, like this was no big deal, like it happened all the time.

When Derek speaks, it's quiet, carefully controlled. He's angry at Gerard for violating the code, angry at himself for not knowing, angry because he's hardly surprised that Gerard was capable of something like this. ] And you didn't tell anyone?

[skybluejeep]

What was I supposed to say? "Oh, hey everybody! Gerard Argent, the grandfather of my best friend's girlfriend, just pummeled me within an inch of my life and then let me go as a message to the local werewolves?"

That would go over like a lead balloon. I said what I needed to to get my dad over it. Nothing else mattered.

[He pulls the snacks out of the microwave and waves the plate in Derek's general direction.]

Pot stickers? Chicken and veggie.

[garou]

Stiles, he kicked the crap out of you. [ Derek had seen the injuries that night, but hadn't thought about them, hadn't had time, and until now, had even completely forgotten about it.

He reaches for one of the chicken ones; he doesn't need to ask which ones they are. He can smell it. ] He's not supposed to touch humans.

[skybluejeep]

[He snorts at that, rolling his eyes.]

Well, he did. Apparently humans who are best friends with werewolves don't count toward the Argent Code. Honestly, I don't think any-fucking-thing counted in the Code for Gerard. And I hope that streak of chicken shit is currently shriveling up and dying of mountain ash poisoning somewhere. And, again, ancient history. I'm over it.

[garou]

[ Derek eats in silence for a minute or two, chewing slowly and thinking. He finally swallows and speaks up, looking at Stiles carefully. ] I'm not.

[skybluejeep]

[He's in the process of shoving a pot sticker in his mouth when Derek speaks, and he stares at the werewolf. Like...this was not what he expected at all.]

...You should be. I'm fine. That son of a bitch is the least of my problems. Especially here in Keelai. If you're gonna hold a grudge with me because I never told you...you're gonna have to line up. I never told Scott, either. And he's gone now. So you'll have to wait until he comes back and then yells at me before you do.

[garou]

Stiles, Gerard Argent killed human members of my family by proxy. [ Derek sits up a little straighter, tone taking on an edge of anger. ] Forgive me if I'm not alright with him doing it again with someone who doesn't deserve it.

[skybluejeep]

[That makes him freeze again. And then sigh as he slumps over his kitchen counter.]

Then you better got kill him when we get home. Because Scott let him live. Scott's too forgiving.

[garou]

...He's alive?

[skybluejeep]

[Oh, fuck.]

...Maybe? I mean, we never found a body, right?

[garou]

[ Derek scowls, angrily snagging a potsticker. ] Damn it.

[skybluejeep]

[He sighs, and sinks down on the sofa next to Derek.]

...If it makes you feel any better, Scott kept a bunch of vital info from me, too. It seems to be a common theme with him recently.

[garou]

[ Derek glances at Stiles at that. ] You two don't keep anything from one another.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. I know.

[He covers the ironic bitterness in his voice by popping another pot sticker in his mouth. And that just makes his heart ache even more, because now Scott's gone from the turtle, and that just makes everything even worse.]

[garou]

Maybe he's trying to protect you.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. And I'm always about protecting him. And my dad. And this whole "can't tell anybody anything" is getting really fucking old.

[garou]

And have you running headlong into getting yourself killed?