FBI (For Basic Idiots) [FemStiles&Derek]

Girl That Falls Over And Has To Be Rescued

[An Hour Later.]

As usual, the least supernatural one of all is the first to casually move along as if they’re all talking about the most natural thing – Melissa claps her hands together, making both her son and his best friend jump (hides her smirk somehow) as chimes out with, “We brought dinner to you.”

“What about the weresprogs?” Stiles asks, grins and adds, “Also, thank you. It smells delicious.”

Melissa chuckles as she moves over to Derek’s kitchen. “Scott left Clarke in charge.” She explains, then, offers Derek a grateful smile as he comes over to help her set up the table.

“Ah, Clarke.” Stiles gushes, “He’ll make a good Alpha some day. Just like little Liam. God, I feel like a proud parent with that one. Mason, too. I taught them both so much. Just like I taught Scotty.”

Kira chuckles as she eyes Scott’s annoyed little frown.

“Eh, he’s a good kid.” Lydia chimes as she takes her seat at the table.

Derek scoffs, narrows his eyes at his mate’s smug little smirk.

“OK, stop.” Scott shoots them all – save for Malia, who just looks annoyed – an incredulous look.

“What’s up, Scotty?” Stiles asks with a pout as she slides in the seat to Lydia’s left.

Derek helps Melissa with scooping out the food onto the plates, while Jordan delivers the platters to the table.

“Can we just get back to the part about you... eating the nogitsune...?? Did we even need to bring dinner to you...??” Scott is still highly confused about that part – among other mixed emotions about the entire thing.

Stiles chuckles, then, with a gleeful smile, she explains, “I simply used the energy inside of me to connect to the true power of the Spark before using that power to absorb every last part of the nogitsune, ensuring that he can never again return.”

“I...” Scott blinks.

Kira looks like proud of her friend.

Malia blinks, scowls.

Melissa blinks, looks slightly concerned.

Lydia chuckles, looks mildly impressed.

Jordan looks fully lost and just as fully impressed.

And Derek simply smiles to himself.

Finally, Scott rather helplessly manages to say, “I don’t know what to say to that.”

Stiles chuckles as she rises from her seat and over to him. “Well, you could say, ‘congratulations, Stiles! I always knew how awesome you were!’ But I don’t wanna toot my horn here, ‘cause Derek’s actually already done a lot of that tonight, so...” She grins when that gets a quiet little chuckle from Derek and a not so quiet laugh from Red. She takes Scott’s hand in both her own and gently leads him over to the table.

Malia, still scowling, still silently (for now – she’s still just processing) annoyed, follows them over to the table, takes the seat beside the one Stiles picks out for Scott.

“But like... you ate him?” Scott, much like his mate, is still processing.

“Uh-huh.” Kira answers rather enthusiastically for her, “It was totally awesome... in a gross way... but mostly awesome.”

Stiles chuckles, lifts her hand to fist bump with the fox as she brushes passed and takes the seat beside Malia.

Derek takes the seat beside Kira and right opposite Stiles (and suddenly, Stiles no longer feels bummed out about not thinking of sitting next to him, because his pretty face right in front of her? – oh, yeah, this is much better.) Stiles turns back around in her seat, Scott and Lydia either side of her. Jordan, of course, slips into the seat at his wife’s other side.