wrong person to rob

really bad meetings

stiles sat on the island, still buried in the book with a lukewarm cup of coffee beside him. scott walked in with a small smile, that changed to a frown as he sniffed the air.

"jesus stiles you smell exhausted. did you sleep at all last night?"

stiles shrugged not looking up. he took a gulp of his coffee and stared intensely at page 682. the words had stopped registering a while ago but that didn't stop stiles from trying.

scott walked towards him and snatched the book out his hands. stiles scrabbled to grab it from his outstretched hand.

"i'm almost finished, cmon"

scott just rolled his eyes and left the room. stiles sighed defeatedly and placed his head in his hands. he had learnt a great deal from the book. such as being susceptible to foxglove, the opposition of him to canines, one of the reasons he didn't like the smell of scott or many others. he also had to be wary of negative emotions, for some reason were foxes were more easily consumed by their bad emotions. it could lead to colossal damage if he wasn't careful.

scott came back a few moments later. stiles looked around him confused
"where's my book?"

"stiles go to bed"

he shook his head hard

"well why not?"
scott asked exasperated.

"i can't sleep, got insomnia or whatever"

scott swallowed. he didn't know how to deal with that, derek might as derek has episodes of it aswell.

"you could ask derek?"
he offered. stiles only scoffed bitterly.

"like he would speak to me let alone help me out, don't forget he's still fuming about the mission i fucked up"

scott sighed. he could smell stiles' guilt, frustration and sadness. he wished he could help but after all, he was still a kidnapper in stiles' eyes. before he could offer any consolation at all stiles stood up abruptly.

"i'm gonna take a walk"

stiles muttered exiting quickly. scott nodded and watched him leave.

stiles didn't go on a walk, instead he headed for the training room, praying no one else was in there. luck was on his side as the room was empty, he looked up at the pen still lodged in the tile, a puddle of water surrounded the battered punching bag he had practiced on earlier.

most foxes could only be one thing so stiles expected himself to be a water one.

he walked towards the water and focused on lifting it up. the puddle trembled but didn't budge. he tried again, it moved harder but then settled down. he huffed angrily and left the room, he grabbed an energy drink and re-read one of the werefox, books. like hell he was going to sleep
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it was 8pm when a knock on the door echoed round the house. scott who was previously  losing badly to stiles in mario kart froze. no one had a meeting scheduled and everyone who lived here had a key that they definitely wouldn't lose.

he made his way slowly to the front door, derek  appeared next to him. stiles stood in the kitchen doorway watching this take place. derek looked through the peephole and visibly tensed, he turned to scott and whispered something incoherent in his ear. scott turned deathly white and hurried back down the corridor.

"go to your room, now"

stiles gaped, completely out of the loop but did as he was told. he went to his room and shut the door, then he held his breath, waiting but he didn't know for what. he felt like a child being sent to his room for bad behaviour but something in scott's tone said this was serious.