FBI (For Basic Idiots) [FemStiles&Derek]

Dinner

“Oh. Well, that’s OK... Or I mean, it’s not OK, but it’s nothing we can’t through. Nothing we haven’t already got through... And obviously, I won’t let anything bad happen to you... To any of you...”

Sometimes, Scott doesn’t know why he bothers being the only optimistic one in this pack – it really is tiring. He sighs in defeat instead when he glances around to see the girls glaring at him, while Derek shoots him his typical withering look of being so deeply unimpressed by the young Alpha.

“Fuck it.” Scott huffs, throws his hands up in the air and glares back at them all. “I don’t even know why I bother anymore.”

“Neither do I.” Lydia chirps, smiles all too sweetly when he glares at her.

Stiles sends a playful little punch to her best friend’s shoulder, grins cheerily as she tells him, “Don’t worry, Scotty, I still appreciate your pep talks.”

Scott rolls his eyes, but can’t help smiling.

“So, you guys had the chance to kill this thing, and you didn’t?” Malia asks, looks both confused and annoyed as she glances between the other five members of her pack. And how any of them ever got this far in life, she will never understand.

Derek scoffs, answers her as he shoots Scott another withering look. “I told him to let me kill it for him, but Alpha Noble Hippie over here wouldn’t let me.”

Stiles chuckles along with Kira.

Lydia smirks as Scott scoffs.

And Malia laughs right in her cousin’s face. “He would let you? What’re you – a child?”

“Excuse me –“ Scott butts in, stands in between the two and glares at them both. ”– but we don’t kill.”

“No, we just brutally beat the shit outta our enemies...” Stiles started off joking, but quickly thinks it over before looking rather beat and saying, “Man, the older you get, the more Batman seems like a total psychopath.” She pouts. “Childhood ruined.”

Derek purses his lips to keep from laughing, while also trying to get over how adorable she is when she pouts... or ever.

“Stiles, please. One crackpot at a time.” Scott lets out an exasperated huff, pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers and closes his eyes when his mate scoffs – because he knows he’s just fucked up.

“Excuse me?” Malia scoffs even louder, stands between the two wolves, back rudely to Derek as she glares at her so-called mate. “WHAT did you just call me?”

“Oof.” Stiles winces, pats her brother from (kind of) another mother on the back. “It was nice knowing, bro. I’ll miss you.”

Derek smirks as he slips his jacket on and slowly heads out after Stiles.

“What? You guys are leaving already? But... wait!” Scott practically squeaks out as they all slowly disperse to grab their bags and jackets.

“Can’t, sorry. I have Pilates in half hour.” Kira chirps, raises both hands in a “what can ya do?” expression.

“Malia just scares the shit out of me when she’s angry and horny at the same time, so... bye!” Stiles chirps, sends him a cheerful wave.

“And I have... church.” Derek wrinkles his nose at his own lame excuse.

“Church?” Stiles arches a brow, just about manages to contain herself from bursting out laughing.

“It was the first word that sprang to mind. Shut up.” Derek grumbles as he follows her to the front door.