“So he’s in? It’s all settled? Woo-hoo. He’ll be here for pack meetings.” They only know about those through Isaac, who has been trying to convince Scott to join Derek’s pack with his sad, SPCA commercial worthy puppy faces every time they see him in the locker room, their chemistry class, and the cafeteria.
Derek tilts his head to the side. “Yeah. He’s in.”
“Cool.” Stiles lightly pushes Scott’s shoulder. He still looks like he drank pure lemon juice laced with wolfsbane. Oh, well. The love would come in good time. Hopefully. “And we’re off. Bye, Derek.”
“And you’re in too,” Derek says as soon as they turn their backs to him.
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Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.
“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep – he hopes asleep – on the couch, next to – Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.
He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. ”
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