How to build better friends

Section 2: The lover's last day

Aka: How to build better friends 3

Derek kissed Stiles goodbye before he dropped Stiles off at his house. He was surprised to see the police cruiser parked in the driveway, it had been too long since his dad stayed home to get some actual sleep. He didn't see Tanya or Boston anywhere and assumed they were hiding. Once he got inside, his father had sternly slapped some papers down on the table.

"Stiles, who was that?" He questioned from the dining room.

"Oh... it was no one," he dodged as he checked around the other side of the hallway where he saw the two zombies motioning to him that they were okay.

"Really? And you just left your jeep here to get a ride with a ghost? The dead don't just get up and drive you know," the sheriff stood up.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how many dead people just get up and walk away," Stiles masked his suspicious hand movements, gesturing the two up the stairs, as swiping at a nonexistent fly so his dad wouldn't figure out he had two people over.

"Why are you lying to me?" His father bore down onto him with a fatherly glare, "Who is it Stiles-and the truth this time."

"Derek Hale," Stiles squinted his eyes at his dad, hoping that he missed the shock on his face.

"The guy you got arrested a few months ago? And the same one both you and Scott blamed for murder? What are you doing with a guy like that, Stiles?"

"He was just giving me a ride," Stiles lied but almost began shaking under his father's stare, "alright, maybe it's time we had that talk..." Thankfully, the sheriff didn't seem too confused or upset by the news.

"So, you taking Danny out-"

"Was us being friends, there's nothing between Danny and I, totally, mutually platonic," Stiles nodded as his father matched his head movements much slower, "so-imma go," Stiles gestured and his father gave a look of dismissal, meaning his answers were good enough, and let his son run up the stairs. He got into the bedroom and closed his door quietly.

"That was super awkward, I thought you grew out of that," Boston crossed his arms.

"Really! Don't say it like that," Tanya slapped his chest with the back of her hand.

"I can't believe I just came out to my dad like that," he whirled around in his chair.

"Well, aren't you glad it's over? I mean, I know it's a little weird," Tanya calmly sat herself down.

"We have bigger fish to fry than my dad, at the moment."

"Like what?"

"Like finding out what the Darach is doing, how to best handle the alpha pack, and how to celebrate your guy's last night," Stiles said happily as they all looked at each other.

"Are you sure you want us gone when it's been so pivotal? What are you going to do?" Boston laid on Stiles' bed.

"You guys don't worry about that, we are going to figure it out, we always do. Plus, we have a large pack now, it's going to be hard for anything or anyone to do anything. Jackson is half Kanima and I still have all the others-I am going to be fine."

"Just because you're going to be fine, doesn't mean you can't be better. You're going to catch the Darach and kick his ass," Boston punched the air in a fake boxing match.

"Her ass you mean," Tanya crossed her arms, "a girl. It could just as easily be a girl."

"You are right, the Darach could be anyone, but I know something I decided not to share. The Darach is seriously messed up in the face," Stiles waved his hand in front of his own face.

"Why didn't you share that?" Tanya questioned him.

"Cause they can use a glamor, someone like Deaton can't because druids don't disobey the laws of nature, but a Darach could."

"That doesn't explain why you didn't say that to Derek."

"I don't want him involved with it. They are someone like me, but they feel powerful. Probably stronger than me, I can't let Derek near someone like that."

"Isn't it better to tell him so he knows, then?"

"He has enough to deal with, with the alpha pack coming after him. Let him deal with the werewolves, I am going to find this Darach. I mean, look at what's happened. It's like we were made to fight these battles. An alpha pack threatens the alpha and now this dark druid threatens my friends and probably my dad."

"And you're going to let us go? Just like that?"

"This is our fight now. You guy's were the best friends I was missing. But you've had many days past the lives you lived," with that bitter sweet sentiment, the two held each other's hands.

"What was the point of making the spell permanent, if you were going to let us go?" Boston asked.

"I thought I'd need you guys longer, but things worked out. Also, I wanted my powers during the school year. It's unfair how you guys died, especially so young. We're going to hit up Lydia's party and we're going to celebrate your last day."

"It still feels unfair."

"What's unfair is this dark Druid thinks they can kill one of my friends and get away with it. If I am fast enough, maybe I can undo her death and she can come back."

"I thought that true resurrection was a miracle," Tanya reasoned, sitting down more elegantly in her chair.

"I'll find a way," he confidently flipped through the pages in his journal, hoping something would pop out at him. It felt a little odd for silence to pass over the room, but the peaceful but bitter inevitability lulled the three into a quiet that kept Stiles concentrated on his work.