The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part twenty four

Stiles quietly walked into Derek's house. He turned a corner, meaning to walk into the living room, but instead stopped in his tracks in the doorway. He crossed his arms and leaned against it.

"Not interrupting anything, am I?" He said coolly, looking at Scott and Derek hugging. Derek's head snapped up and he quickly pulled away from Scott. His eyes were wide as they looked at Stiles, then at anything else but him.

Scott turned around to face Stiles, he could feel himself already getting angry.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"Really? Macho man over there didn't tell you?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott with raised eyebrows before turning to Derek. "Seriously, Derek. It's not a secret club! You can tell Scott I scared you shitless"

"What is with you?" Scott snapped, "why are you being such a dick lately?" His whole body tensed up as Stiles' eyes shon a bright gold.

"Take a wild guess" Stiles said, blinking and letting his eyes go back to normal.

"So, what's this meeting between you two about? Business, or pleasure" Stiles said, a smirk growing across his face. He couldn't help but feel the need to hide the pain he was feeling. Neither of them had a right to know what he was going through.

"Can you control your changes?" Scott asked, avoiding the question. He didn't know how Stiles would react if he found out they were trying to figure out who turned him.

"Excuse me?"

"It wasn't a trick question. I asked if you could control your changes" Scott said, glaring at Stiles.

Without saying a word, Stiles stood up and turned to face one of the walls. He let one claw grow and dragged it down the wall, pulling bits of brick along with it. He stepped back to look at the large, deep scratch down the wall. Happy with his handy work, he turned back around and faced Scott.

"I don't know why you all made such a big deal out of it." He said, watching his claw retract, "it's really not that hard" He glanced over to Derek. He was staring at the floor, refusing to look Stiles in the face.

"Wow, you really are a wimp aren't you?" He said, practically laughing at him.

"Leave him alone" Scott growled.

"Make me tough guy" Stiles said, his smirk not budging.

"Honestly, Stiles. It's like you're looking for a fight"

"Well..." Stiles said, walking over to Scott and leaning close to his face, "not really a fight if I'm beating the hell outta you" And with that, Scott snapped. Punching Stiles across the face.

He reeled back in pain, cradling his now completely broken hand. He looked back at Stiles, his eyes watering and filled with shock.

"Oh, Scott" Stiles said, shaking his head slightly at him, "your bark always was harsher than your bite." He turned and began walking out of the room. He stopped just before leaving and turned to Derek.

"See you around big guy" He said with a wink. Leaving Scott to tend to his broken hand and damaged ego, and Derek, scared as to what he meant.