Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Murder Or A Heart Attack

Murder Or A Heart Attack by grangerinvestigations

"Holy hell, Derek, warn a guy, won't you?" Stiles started as he came into his believed-empty bedroom and flipped on the light switch to reveal his fourth least favorite werewolf. "You know this is my bedroom, right, not Hotel for Dogs? You're going to give me a freaking heart attack one of these days. Or you're planning my murder; either way, dead at sixteen."

Derek raised his eyebrows from his spot on Stiles' bed. He was actually lounging, hands behind his head like he owned the place and Stiles narrowed his eyes, annoyed at his ease. "Your window was open. I thought that was a bat-signal from you."

"Funny. How long have you been lurking in the dark in here? You weren't actually sleeping, were you, because that is a step too far, buddy. What do you want?" He sat down at his desk, spinning his chair around to face Derek, resignation settling into his shoulders. Derek always wanted something.

"I need you to talk to Scott for me." He ignored the rest of the Stiles-speak.

"God, this again?" Stiles scoffed. "I'm not an owl, Derek. Can't you two just -"

"No."

"Fine. What do you need me to tell him?" It had been like this for weeks, ever since the Gramps of Doom Takedown. Stiles liked to refer to it that way in his head, to make the horror somehow less. It didn't always work, but he tried. Things were deceptively quiet right now - Stiles assumed it was just the calm before the inevitable supernatural shitstorm, but Derek and Scott were still at odds. You'd think he would realize that Stiles is always going to take Scott's side, but Derek seemed to think it was acceptable to show up in his bedroom all the time, passing along messages like a sixth grade mash note. Stiles knows Scott will never fully trust Derek, and he gets it, he really does, but the dude had saved both of their lives a fair number of times. Was it really worth keeping up the feud when they could just work together, tolerate each other for the greater good? Apparently not, if their increasingly huffy, passive-aggressive avoidance was any indicator.

"Tell him things are still quiet on the alpha pack front. If he's even interested." Derek was good at the whole emotionless droid thing, but he could never quite keep the petulance out of his voice when talking about Scott. Stiles assumed he was still smarting from the epic "you might be an alpha, but you're not mine" burn. It had been way harsh. That had been before his and Lydia's impressive entrance, but he had winced a little when Scott told him about it.

"Oh my God, dude, really?" Stiles rolled his eyes and let out his signature long-suffering-because of-Derek sigh. "That's your important message? You think Isaac isn't keeping his new werefriend abreast of all alpha pack related business? They're like, joined at the paws these days, and I'd wonder about it if I didn't see him pining pathetically for Allison all day every day at school. In fact, why do you even need me as a go-between?"

Derek stayed sprawled on Stiles' bed. "I don't mind Isaac being friends with Scott -"

"So glad you've given your permission."

"But," he continued, glaring a bit at the interruption, "you need to know these things, too, and I can't always count on Scott to keep you informed. I know he wants to keep you safe."

"You don't?" he couldn't resist asking.

"You're safer if you know what's happening," Derek pointed out. "Knowledge is power, Stiles." He smirked a little.

"So your message is for me, not Scott." Stiles cocked his head, trying to work out Derek's angle.

"It's for both of you," Derek said, as if Stiles was the stupidest person he'd ever met, and hey, at least their interactions were consistent.