Changing Patterns

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    "UUGGHH!" Stiles all but yelled at the porch steps. "I'm really trapped!" Scott stood at the bottom of the steps to the porch with a pout.

    Stiles again reached a hand in front of him, nothing blocking him, though the moment his foot hits the first step a tunnel of wind hits and throws him back toward the house. Skidding inside and hitting an unsuspecting Derek roughly in the chest as he comes down the steps with an empty mug which he drops and shatters. Stiles groaned and shook his head as he leaned against Derek, who hugged and held up the human with an arm wrapped around him, splaying his hand over Stiles's chest. Pain surged in the area, Derek instantly took it as he helped stiles up, his other hand holding himself up with the stairs post.

    Stiles slapped Derek's hand and spun. "Mine!" He hissed referring to the pain and again spun away to march toward the door.

    "We already know it's different every time Stiles's, why are you still trying." Derek yelled as he leaned down and started to pick up the glass, Boyd joining him with a broom.

    "Because maybe! Hopefully, desperately, this'll change. The whole spell didn't land on me, maybe it's not complete, or with enough strain on it, the spell will break." Stiles answered pressing out a hand and this time quickly stomping down a foot.

    Stiles is met with large flashes in the eyes and is spiraled back. He falls down from the steps and groans out loudly again. Derek hums as he joins the few in the front, watching the show of stiles trying.

    "Maybe someone can carry you out?" Erica snickered from her spot sat down by the cars, she was enjoying the situation all too much.

    Stiles shrugged and looked back at Derek. "Get your werewolf ass overhear and give me a piggy back ride." Stiles snapped back playfully, knowing full well it wasn't going to happen. "Aww, doggy doesn't want to play." Stiles turned away with a fake pout and pressed his hands to his hips, cocking them to one side as he looked down at a laughing Scott.

    Derek raised a finger to his lips at the other wolves and stood up far to quietly for anyone to be comfortable with. He moved to stand directly behind stiles before giving a lovely jump scare half roar. Stiles bolted forward spinning at the top step and widening his eyes in fear as he started backwards. Derek's eyes caught the same look and he instantly reached forward, arm wrapping behind Stiles's back and cupping the opposing hip in his hand as he sturdily pulled stiles forward. Of course not without stepping back himself. Though stiles poured his head into Derek's chest with yip of terror and pounded one first to Derek's chest.

    "Deserved." Derek mumbled under the laughing others as he stepped back and released stiles. Stiles pouted at Derek and spun again.

"Well your already here, come here." Stiles opened an arm out to his side and wiggled his fingers as he looked over his shoulder with expectant eyes. Derek sighed and rolled his eyes before stepping forward, tossing Stiles's arm over his head and wrapping an arm around Stiles's waist before bending quickly and slinging his arm behind Stiles's legs and lifting him up with humph. All the while Stiles's eyes got wider and wider, Scott laughing as Erica's erotic mind went places they'd all wished it wouldn't. She wolf-whistled and sent Scott to the floor where he sat and watched. Lydia though kept quiet next to Jackson and Danny on the swing seat watching the scene hopefully.