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Stiles called Lydia to ask if she could call a Pack meeting for that afternoon. Since it was a Saturday, the majority of the Pack should be available, even at the last minute.
"What happened?" Lydia demanded. "The Pack bond is... different."
"That's what we'd like to talk about," Stiles admitted. "But I don't want to tell the story a dozen times, which is why I'm asking if you'd call the Pack together."
"Why isn't Scott calling the meeting?" Lydia asked.
"That's part of the discussion," Stiles replied firmly.
"Okay, be all mysterious," Lydia sighed. "I'll get them to come to... where?"
"Derek's loft," Stiles said. "There will be food, if that helps."
"Good coffee would be helpful," Lydia said. Stiles could hear the grin.
"Yes, my goddess!"
She laughed and they hung up.
Just then Scott came storming into the loft.
"STILES!" he roared. Or, well, yelled. It wasn't the same from a human but it was loud.
"SCOTT!" Stiles yelled back.
Scott stopped for a moment before his face hardened again.
"Give it back!" Scott demanded.
"I can't," Stiles replied. "I don't know exactly what I did but I do know I can't fix it."
"What am I going to do?" Scott said, frustrated.
"Live life the way you want," Stiles replied.
"But..." Scott started.
"You should see a doctor, but I think your asthma is gone," Derek had come up behind Stiles. Stiles hadn't heard him.
"I need to get you a bell," Stiles grinned.
"What?" Scott was puzzled.
"Never mind," Stiles waved a hand.
"I can hear your lungs. They sound... normal," Derek said. "I think your asthma is gone."
Scott frowned and took a really deep breath. Then another. He looked up. "Hey! It is!"
"Ah! Don't assume. Get a doctor to look at it and be sure," Stiles advised, waving a finger at Scott. "Or at least get your mom to check you out." Stiles made a mental note to let Melissa know since he couldn't be sure Scott would.
Stiles watched as Scott took more deep breaths. "No. I really think it's gone!"
Stiles shrugged.
"What else do you need?" Stiles asked.
Scott frowned. "My Pack!"
"Not your Pack anymore," Stiles said gently.
"But..."
"You're not the Alpha and you never will be again," Stiles said firmly.
"Oh! We can fix that! Derek can bite me and then give my Spark back! That will work!" Scott said eagerly.
"First of all, that's not how it works," Stiles said, putting a hand on Derek's arm to keep Derek out of that part of the conversation. Scott wasn't in the mood to listen to anything Derek would have to say.
"Secondly, even if you get someone to give you the Bite, you'll never be a 'wolf again. You said you hated it and demanded to be human. You got your wish. You even got your asthma cured. You can never go back."
"Never?" Scott looked heartbroken for a moment. "That can't be true!"
"Why not?" Stiles asked softly.
"Because!" Scott replied hotly.
Stiles sighed. "You know what? Go talk to Deaton. See what he has to say."
Scott brightened. "Yeah! That's right. He can help me fix this!"
"Sure. Let me know how you make out," Stiles pretended to be cheerful.
"Hey! I gotta go," Scott said. "I'll let you know what he says."
"Bye, Scott," Stiles said as Scott left. "Good luck."
Derek reeled Stiles into his chest and held him tight. "That was a smart move. Sending him to Deaton."
"Deaton will tie himself, and Scott, into knots for a week, although longer would be great," Stiles said. "Deaton will never bend enough to admit he doesn't know something and Scott won't believe that Deaton can't fix it. It buys us some time, anyway. It's a fucking Greek tragedy."
"Melpomene was the Greek muse of tragedy," Derek replied.
Stiles leaned back from the embrace. "What?"
"Something I learned in a philosophy class," Derek admitted with a blush.
"Oh, look at you, being all smart and cute at the same time!" Stiles cooed. He leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Come on, you promised to feed a 'wolf Pack," Derek said. "There's not enough food around here to do that."
"And we need to stop by the coffee shop for the fancy coffee I know Lydia likes," Stiles added. "We should order some pizzas and I'll prep stuff for a taco bar. Tacos are always popular and are relatively easy to do."
"Sounds like a plan," Derek agreed.