The Second Stilinski

Chapter 18: Miguel!

"You guys want me to do what?" Danny asked as he sat next to Stiles, we were now with four people in the same room.

"Trace a text."

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny said, confused. "Why's your sister even here?"

"Moral support." I answered.

"We'll do our lab work... Can't you just trace the text." Stiles complained.

"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny asked.

"I looked up your arrest report, so..." Stiles explained.

"I... I was 13. They dropped the charges."

"Whatever."

"No, we're doing lab work."

Stiles sighted in annoyance as he turned to his laptop and started typing as I just sat on his bed while Derek was reading a book.

"Who's he again?" Danny asked, pointing at Derek.

"Um, our cousin... Miguel." Stiles answered as Derek looked up from his book slowly.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked.

"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel."

Derek looked up annoyed as I tried to hold in my laughter.

"I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." He added.

Derek closed his book as he threw it towards me. I simply caught it as it was pretty easy with my werewolf senses. He then got up from the chair he was sitting on as he pulled off his shirt to choose a new one.

"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably..." Stiles continued.

"Stiles?" Derek turned around as he was holding one of my brother's shirts.

"Yes?"

"This... No fit."

"Then try something else on... Sorry." My twin said as he focused on Danny again. Stiles and I then notice Danny looking at Derek.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? Huh?" I asked.

"Not his color." Danny answered.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles whispered as he, once again, looked at Danny.

"You two are horrible people." Danny answered.

"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text." Stiles replied.

"Stiles!" Derek said as he looked at us. "None of these fit."

"I'll need to ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny explained as he started to type on the laptop. Stiles and I then smile at eachother as our plan worked.