Changing Patterns

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    "Lupin? Yeah, Remus lupin." Stiles answers with a smile.

    "Correct!" Isaac nods and snaps a pointer finger at Deaton with a small smile.

    "Interesting." The man answers starting toward the stairs. "I'm going to see if I can find anything useful on the golumn, see if theirs a way to track down the owner." He cleared up as he descended the stairs, a hand waving backwards over his shoulder.

    Derek sighed and looked back over the mess, his eyes scanning the mud as if a clue would crawl out of its puddle. Stiles patted Scott's shoulder, jerking his hand away at the hiss that came with. He whispered a Sorry and offered a grimaced face as Scott ignore the other boy and descended the stares with Isaac know at his side. Stiles turned his gaze back to Derek, who continued staring down at the mess.

    "That'll never come out of the wood." Stiles perks taking a hesitant step forward, his eyes taking note of the hair on Derek's arms rising and quickly softening again, an internal flinch but controlled externally.

    "Why did you think that needed to be said." Derek met his eyes hesitantly.

    "In hopes of would get you to stop glaring at the puddle of goop on the floor?" Stiles questioned his own motives as an answer. "It worked~" he sang in a squeaky voice. Derek sighed.

    "I'll have someone come up and help you clean the mess-" Derek turned away and started toward the stairs, reaching stiles and getting stopped next to him. Not that he'd actually been stopped, but a hand gripped his upper arm and the younger man looked up simply, almost worry in his eyes.

    "Don't worry about it, I like to clean up alone. Just um," Derek noted the stutter and pick up on his heart beat, it's low and almost goes without getting caught. "Just tell the others to clear the table." Stiles was quick to pull his hand back and look forward again.

    "What's wrong with you." Derek more stated the questioned. Stiles only pinched his brow confused. "You lied, and why aren't you having me get them to clean up." Derek clears up strictly.

    Stiles licked his bottom lip and shifted his body weight lightly, the other man following both motions with his eyes before letting them snap back up.

    "I normally do the cleaning." Stiles answers truthfully.

    Derek pauses a moment. "The same way your normally cooking, what else do you 'normally' do?" Derek's tone was almost accusing and growing in anger.

    "Um- you know, like I said that will never get out of the wood, I'd like to get on that-" Derek growled at the clear push. "And that's why I'm sending you away. I don't want you getting all pissy right know." Derek answered by gripping Stiles's wrist tightly, pulling it up and forcing him to face Derek.

    "What?" He hisses as an answer to Stiles's comment, that or throwing the sassy boy.

    "Derek-" stiles winced letting one eye pinch shut in pain. "Ow." The younger hissed back. "I just mean you just got back. I don't think you need any more issues right know." Stiles's other hand gestures to the mud pile before his room.

    Derek tosses the younger's hand away at the sight, a low growl in his voice as he stared down the stares. After a long deep breath, stiles watched from the corner of his eye, Derek descended the steps.

    "Werewolf's! Of course he's like everyone else, human body you know" stiles sassed in a low whisper to himself as he started for the back room slightly passed the mud mess. "Shit I think he sprained my wrist."

    A flinch shocks Derek's skin as he stays frozen half way down the steps. A shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding released with slow moving eyes. The looked back up the stairs, he'd just listened to a confession he shouldn't have, but a big one he needed to hear. The pack was being to rough with stiles, probably bruising him everyday.  'Shit...  Derek cursed himself as he turned down towards the pack. Stopping at a scream from the floor above.

    Derek rushed up the stairs once again to catch a half inflated golumn gripping a larger know smoothed hand around the 19 year olds upper arm. Erica and Scott were the first to join Derek at the top, the scent of blood filled his nose as stiles yelled out again, the claws of the golumn digging into his arm harshly as it tried to pull him for the window. Derek instantly slashed down on the arm severing it, spinning infront of stiles and Sparta kicking the muddy blob out of the open window.

    Stiles panted and stumbled back a step. His hand gripping over the new cuts on his arm, more pack members flooding the top of the stairs, Peter at the kids side in an instant as he stumbles and falls back. The omega lowered stiles to sit down as Scott neared and Lydia gasped running to her brain buddy's side, she hissed in disapproval at the wound.

    "Well shit. That wasn't a simple order." Derek answered the growing tension in the room as he looked over his shoulder at a worried stiles.

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