Derek was lounging on his couch when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Without looking, he reached over, hitting the decline button.
After a few seconds, it rang again.
He declined.
It rang.
He declined.
It rang.
He declined.
It rang.
"What do you what?" Derek grumbled, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
"I have your husband."
"Husband- what, who is this?"
"Chris...Argent."
Derek pulled the phone away to look at the number, deeply confused. "You have my who now?"
"Your husband."
"I don't have a husband." Derek contemplated hanging up then.
"You don't? Then who's this guy who won't shut up about you for three seconds?"
"What?"
"Hi Derek," a voice chirped up in the back.
Derek rolled his eyes. He knew that voice. "Stiles- you have Stiles?"
"Yes," Chris sighed. "I don't want anything for him- please, come take him."
"I'm on my way," Derek groaned, turning off the TV.
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