"Kids, wake up!" The Sheriff's voice booms through the outdoor living area. He gets greeted with a bunch of moans and groans from under blankets and in sleeping bags on the floor and couches.
Derek glances around at the group of sleeping people. Half of them lying on the couch covered in pillows and blankets that him and the Sheriff covered them with in the early hours of the morning. The other half were in sleeping bags and swags over the floor in the middle of the outdoor area. Melissa and Chris went home at around 2am driving Allison and Lydia home as well since they both had to work the next afternoon.
"We're not kids!" Someone mutters from the floor but Derek couldn't pick the tired voice and just laughs.
"I don't think they are getting up any time soon." Derek replies softly so he doesn't wake up Stiles who's head was resting in his lap fast asleep. Derek smiles putting his book down on the edge of the couch and slowly stands up, placing Stiles' head on a pillow gently.
"Speak for yourself." Erica's voice responds sleepily and Derek looks over at the other couch to find her sitting up. "Good thing about working with alcohol everyday. I know when to stop drinking so I don't feel like shit in the morning." She explains as she pulls Boyd's blanket up higher so it's covering him properly.
"Someone should stay here and keep an eye on them and someone should go to town and grab them breakfast to help with their hangovers." The Sheriff says and Derek nods glancing over at Erica who was already patting Ace in her kennel.
"Derek and I can go get them breakfast. That way if one of them wake up and throw up we don't have to deal with it." She says with a grin and Derek couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Alright lets go." Derek says as he and Erica walk inside shutting the door softly behind themselves. Derek grabs his wallet off the kitchen bench before they both walk outside.
"We're taking my car. It's got my bag in it." She says and Derek nods catching the car keys she throws at him with a confused expression. "You're driving. I need to do my hair and fix my makeup." She explains after seeing the confused look.
Derek rolls his eyes climbing into the drivers side of Erica's bronze Toyota Prado. He's never been in her car before and straight away he's hit with the smell of her perfume. He looks around noticing the pink steering wheel cover and pink sheeps wool seat covers.
"I like your style." Derek comments putting his seat belt on before reversing out the shed.
"Don't judge, you still drive the Stilinski's farm ute." Erica bites back with a grin and Derek accelerates a little bit harder as she does her lipstick ignoring her growl in annoyance.
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"You got any idea where we can go to get them breakfast?" Derek asks as he shifts down a gear as they enter the town.
"Something with eggs would be the best idea. They are stacked full of amino acids which break down acetaldehyde." Erica explains as she finishes brushing her hair.
"Say that again but in English." Derek responds raising his eyebrows and Erica laughs.
"Acetaldehyde is the bad headache-causing chemical that's left over when the liver breaks down alcohol." Erica explains and Derek glances at her with an impressed look. "What? I did higher level biology in high school." Erica says like it was completely obvious and Derek just nods knowing better than to say anything.
"Where's the best place to get some sort of eggs? That won't be bad by the time we drive back home." Derek adds as he turns down the main road.
"We could buy them egg pies from the bakery? We'll just have to reheat them when we get back." Erica suggests pointing towards the bakery down the road.
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Seven egg pies and five soy protein shakes later, they walk back down the road towards where Derek parked.
"I can't believe how expensive this was! I forgot how much of a rip off the bakery is." Erica mutters as she takes a sip of Boyd's mango protein shake.
"You're not even the one who paid." Derek replies as he begins fishing the car keys out his pocket when someone smashes into the right side of his body causing him to slam into the wall next to him.
"You should really watch where you're walking." Jackson's voice snickers and Derek looks up to find Erica by his side holding his shoulder keeping him up right.
"Just walk away Jackson. Unless you want a repeat of what happened at the hospital." Derek threatens glaring at the man a few metres away.
"What about a repeat of what happened at the bar?" Jackson questions with an evil grin.
"Fuck off, Whittemore. We don't have time for your shit. Now get the fuck out of our way." Erica snaps staring at him.
"Geez relax! Are you on your period or something?" Jackson responds and Derek couldn't help but smile knowing Erica won't stand for that shit.
"I started my day by waking up in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you'd like me to end yours?" Erica asks in a threatening tone folding her arms over her chest.
"Whatever, Reyes." Jackson replies as he storms off in the other direction and Erica laughs.
"That line always works." She states with a grin turning back to Derek who was still leaning on the wall rubbing his knee. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just slammed my bad knee into the bricks." Derek answers ignoring the pain as he begins walking towards the car.
"Your limp is worse now." Erica observes and Derek shakes his head.
"It'll be fine in a few hours, it always is." Derek shrugs off but Erica shakes her head.
"I'll drive, you make sure these drinks don't spill in my car." She orders and Derek nods handing her the keys as they climb in her car.
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"Its 11am get your asses up, breakfast will be here soon." The Sheriff shouts walking back outside with a coffee in his hand. He takes a seat at the table giving Ace a pat on her head as she sits on the floor next to him.
"Stop yelling." Stiles mumbles into his pillow on the couch and the group of guys on the floor groan in agreement.
"Fine, don't blame me when Erica gets here and kicks your asses for still being in bed." The Sheriff replies and grins when the bodies under the blankets and in the swags begin to move.
After ten minutes the guys were all sitting at the outdoor table, Parrish and Scott both on their phones, no doubt texting their girlfriends. Boyd and Isaac were watching the morning news with the Sheriff on the small outdoor tv, the Stilinski's put up a few months ago. While Stiles on the other hand was face down on the table asleep again.
"We're here to save the day!" Erica's voice shouts as she opens the back door. "How is everyone feeling?"
"Why don't you have a hangover?" Boyd asks looking over at his girlfriend who smiles.
"I know my limit." She simply replies as she walks over to him and Isaac. "Drink these they'll help with the hangover."
"What is it?" Isaac asks looking at his cup with caution.
"Yours is a blueberry protein shake, don't worry I know you hate blueberries Boyd, so yours is mango." Erica answers and Boyd sighs with relief taking a drink from the straw in his cup.
"McCall. Parrish. Get your heads out your phones." Erica says placing their cups on the table in front of them. "You guys have banana, drink it all."
"Pies are in the oven, give them five minutes." Derek says walking outside to join them, glad that they were all awake... well minus Stiles who looks oblivious to the world at the moment.
"Are you alright?" The Sheriff asks watching him carefully as he walks towards the table noticing his limp is worse. Derek nods but the Sheriff gives an unbelieving look.
"Hey, Stiles. Wake up." Derek says nudging his boyfriends back who sits up suddenly.
"I'm awake! Which cow got out this time?" Stiles questions quickly glancing around the room before sinking back into his chair.
"Drink this, it'll help." Derek says trying not to laugh at the first thing Stiles shouted. He pushes the protein shake closer to Stiles' who grabs it without hesitation taking a sip.
"This is why I love you." Stiles mutters into his cup and Derek chuckles taking a seat next to him. "Why don't you feel like shit?" Stiles asks glancing up at him.
"I have a higher tolerance to alcohol." Derek replies.
"Wait. Are you calling me a light weight?" Stiles questions between sips off his drink and Derek laughs.
"He totally is, dude." Scott replies in a groggy voice from the other side of the table and Derek rolls his eyes.
"If I'm a light weight then you must be as well Scotty, we both drank the same amount." Stiles responds and Scott shrugs as he goes back to drinking the shake.
"Who's ready to go shift some cattle?" The Sheriff questions out of the blue and the farmhands just stare at him in disbelief causing the Sheriff to laugh. "Relax, I have a stack of movies and tv shows in the lounge room already. So when you guys have breakfast you can crash in the lounge room for the day. I gotta go to work at two, so you can stay in there all day if you want but don't watch Netflix, we don't have a lot of wifi."
"You're the best, Sheriff!" Scott responds and everyone nods in agreement.
They sit there in silence watching the crappy morning news, none of them really paying much attention to it when the oven timer begins to go off.
"I'll be back." Derek states as he pushes out his chair before the Sheriff interrupts him.
"I'll get them, just sit down Derek." The Sheriff says and Derek nods sitting back down.
"What was that about?" Stiles asks looking over at Derek while he was slumped down in his chair.
"Nothing." Derek replies shrugging his shoulders and before Stiles could respond the Sheriff walks back outside with a tray of pies and plates and everyone sighs with relief, licking their lips at the smell of warm pies.
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"Really you guys? You're watching The Hangover while majority of you actually have a hangover?" The Sheriff's voice questions from the door way and they all turn around to find him leaning against the door frame trying to hold back a smile.
"Actually, its Hangover Part II." Stiles corrects, his eyes glued to the tv.
"That's because we already watched the first one." Boyd adds looking over his shoulder at the Sheriff before focusing back on the tv as he runs his fingers through Erica's hair who's leaning on him.
"And we have Hangover Part III sitting by the DVD player for later." Parrish comments from his seat in the arm chair.
"Forget I even asked." The Sheriff responds shaking his head as he pulls his boots on. "I'm off to work, there's left overs in the fridge from last night, go your hardest."
"Bye, Sheriff." Everyone yells as he walks out the room before they all get comfy on the couches again. Focusing on the tv grimacing as one of the characters get a tattoo on their face.
"God, that would hurt." Scott mutters and Stiles looks over at him from the other side of the L shaped lounge.
"Scotty, I don't mean to break this to you but you have a tattoo. You should know if a tattoo hurts." Stiles states turning back to the tv.
"No, I mean getting one on your face." Scott explains shaking his head. "Am I the only one here who has a tattoo?"
"I have one." Derek replies softly as he moves slightly so he was leaning against the arm rest.
"You have a tattoo?" Isaac questions in shock and Derek nods. "What is it?"
"A triskelion. It's a family thing." Derek says not wanting to go into detail and Stiles grabs his hand giving it a little squeeze to let Derek know that it's okay.
"Where is the tattoo? Or do we not want to know?" Erica asks not looking away from the tv as her favourite actor, Bradly Cooper appears on screen.
"It's on my back and no I'm not taking my shirt off." Derek states and everyone whines in response as Derek shakes his head.
He focuses back to the tv trying to ignore the thumping pain coming from his knee. He moves his leg slightly to try sit his knee at a different angle but it doesn't help. He notices Stiles glancing at him with a hint of concern in his eyes and Derek gives him a reassuring smile. He rubs his knee to ease the pain when a packet of pain killers gets thrown in his lap by Stiles.
"I've learnt to carry them on me because your always in the wars." Stiles simply replies and Derek smiles pulling his boyfriend closer to him giving him a kiss as he rests his arm over his shoulder allowing Stiles to lean on shoulder.
"I love you." Derek whispers kissing him on the forehead.
"I love you more."