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"I'm sorry maybe I'm just too angry with him to fix it, I mean the things he said.” Stiles ranted as he paced around the table, shooting angry glances at the toad in the centre of it.
"Let's talk outside." Derek suggested grabbing his boyfriends hand and leading him away from the kitchen."
"I don't understand how you can be so calm. He is your only family and to betray you like this is just horrible." The teen hissed.
"Well actually it might not bad as you think. I think he might have been testing you." Derek suggested, taking a sideways glance at Stiles.
"Did you know he was going to do this? Stiles gapped.
“No of course not, it just that, since Kate he doesn't trust my judgement.”
“Oh my lord you were only fifteen.”
“I know but .....”
“But nothing.” Stiles found his anger melting away at the look of dismay on his boyfriend’s face, sighing he continued. “I understand I guess, I'm sorry I just made things worse.”
Derek took him in his arms then. "I don't care what anyone thinks more than I care about you."
Suddenly a commotion broke out in the kitchen amongst the bangs and clatters the distinct howl of a cat on the hunt.
The guys ran to the kitchen just in time to see Peter leaping off the table, Stiles cat Sebastian hot on his heels.
"No Sebastian, bad kitty." Stiles scolded. It's alright they can't get out of the house.” Just as the fleeing pair neared the front door it opened, Scott jumping aside as the two animals bolted.
"Sebastian!" Stiles called as he rushed past Scott.
Hot on his heels, Derek flew by. "Stiles be careful."
"What's going on?" Scott shouted after them. Suddenly Derek was back in his space, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the chase.
"Come on McCall, you’re helping." The werewolf ordered.
"Yay." Scott enthused as he bounded off in pursuit of his friend. "Which one am I chasing?"
"You catch the Toad but don't hurt him." The Alpha ordered.
"What about the cat?" Scott shouted at the Alpha’s back.
"It's on its own." He snarled.
It took almost an hour, but eventually the three men had the Toad captured, Derek held it gingerly in his hands. Scott stood nearby, covered in leaves and splattering of mud from the river bank where he caught the Toad. Stiles, with Sebastian curling around his ankles, was holding his hands over the Toad, his eyes closed as he chanted a reversing spell.
“Release the form that you portray
Return to that which you started today”
“It’s not working.” Derek frowned at the toad.
“Give it a minute.” Stiles huffed.
“So why did you turn him into a toad anyway?” Scott asks, trying to brush the muck from his clothes.
“Well he tried to convince me to leave Derek and run away with him instead.” Stiles said, glaring at the Toad.
“Dude you could have just said no.” Scott suggested.
Derek nodded and raised his eyebrows at the young witch.
“Yeah, well he kind of got all in my face, and he said that Derek …” Stiles shot a glance at his boyfriend, not wanting to repeat the insults he continued. “Anyway he just kinda creeped me out.”
“So what you going to tell him when he turns back then?” Derek and Stiles both turn to the human, Derek’s eyebrows and Stiles hands both saying “Huh?”
Well I’m assuming you want to keep your witch-ness a secret?” Sometimes Scott can be a voice of reason, and it really, really annoys Stiles.
“Yeah, what are we going to tell him?” Derek asks, still glaring balefully at the toad in his hand.
“Oh I know,” Scott bounced on his toes in excitement. “I’ll tell him that I walked in when he was in your face and I thought he was going to hurt you so I clobbered him with a rolling pin and he blacked out, if he remembers this then we can say it was just a hallucination.”
“Scott he’s a werewolf, you couldn’t knock him out even if you had a rolling pin the size of a bat.” Derek scoffed.
“Well we have to tell him something.” Stiles sighed.
“You could just tell me the truth.” Peter suggested.
All three boys looked at the toad. Peter groaned in annoyance, the sound coming from behind the trio. As one, they all turned around to find Peter, in human form (except for the red glow of pissed off Alpha eyes) standing there.
Derek turned back to the toad in his hands suddenly letting it go wiping his hands on his jeans and shuddering slightly. “You better get out of here Scott.” He suggested, his own eyes shifting red as he moved between his lover and his uncle. “Back off Peter, I won’t let you hurt Stiles.”
Stiles peeped over Derek’s shoulder, watching the red bleed out of Peter’s eyes. “Look, OK so I’m a witch but really this doesn’t have to be a big thing.” Stiles moved out from behind Derek.
“Yeah,” Scott added, standing with his friends. Derek should have known he would never leave his friend no matter what the danger. “It’s not like the wolves and witches are like so different you know, all brothers of the supernatural and all that.”
“I’m sorry we tried to deceive you.” Derek added.
Suddenly Peter was laughing. “Oh Derek, do you really think could.”
Derek, Stiles and Scott shared a ‘what the fuck’ look before turning back to the lunatic before them.
“Stiles I knew you weren’t human the moment I arrived, I could smell it.” He said tapping his own nose. “Derek, you know I worry about you but do you really think means that I don’t trust you to run your own life, your own pack?”
Although he didn’t say anything, Derek’s body language said ‘yep that’s what I think’
Peter’s laughter was replaced by a sad smile as he stepped up to his nephew and rested a hand on his shoulder. “I only want you to be happy and if this little fire-ball of a Witch is the one that gives you that then I’m all for it.”
“Well then, if that’s all settled perhaps we could get back to the house for some dinner.” Stiles smiled at Peter as he took Derek’s hand and headed home.
“Perhaps you better summon up something else for dinner Stiles, I can smell the steak burning from here.” Derek whispered.
“How about I take you all out instead?” Peter suggested moving up closer to Scott he added, “Would you care to join us, err Scott is it?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.” Scott enthused, totally missing the worried glance that flashed over Derek’s face.
“Awesome!” Stiles smiled, “Come on Scott let’s get you cleaned up.”
The two hale men were left behind as the teens disappeared into the house.
“Why haven’t you turned that one?” Peter asked.
“Stiles doesn’t want me to. You’re not planning to offer Scott the bite are you?” Derek asked his Uncle.
“Not if it would cause trouble between you and Stiles.” Peter assured his nephew. “Of course there is always the chance that the boy will ask me.”
The two walked on in silence, both thinking that they would be keeping a close eye on one Scott McCall.