Suffer Well (Sterek)

Yoga

Derek waited impatiently for Stiles and Scott. So far they were eight minutes late, he was giving them two more minutes before he went back home.

Suddenly Derek heard the loud snaps of twigs.

"You're late," Derek growled as Stiles came into sight.

"Yeah well, Scott was being an asshole and refusing to come with me. I swear he's not taking this seriously at all. The bite healed so he thinks he's fine. I think it's Allison personally. She agreed to a date so now he refuses to acknowledge anything else in his life," Stiles rambled.

"Then what are you doing here?" Derek huffed. Scott was going to end up hurting someone.

"Because when Scott does wolf out, I want to know how to handle him. I value my life, thank you very much," Stiles answered with flailing arms.

"You think you can handle him?" Derek smirked, "A werewolf against a human?"

"I managed to knock out that alpha for a second, I'm much more prepared now," Stiles said, fake offended.

Derek nodded, he had a point, "Fine, I'll help you, but only because Scott could really hurt someone and if you are able to handle him then I don't have to."

"Great, so how much wolfsbane can he ingest before he dies?" Stiles asked excitedly.

Derek raised his brows at Stiles. Maybe it was Stiles that was going to hurt someone, that someone being Scott.

"How about concentrating on teaching him to control his shift. Like keeping him calm," Derek suggested.

"Yeah, no great idea, I'll teach a raging werewolf anger management. How about something to knock him out in case he doesn't like yoga," Stiles asked in slight frustration.

Derek held back a smirk. This guy was super dramatic but funny.

"Wolfsbane could kill him," Derek sighed.

"Great so yoga's my only option, perfect," Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Find a way to keep him calm," Derek rolled his eyes.

"What keeps you calm?" Stiles asked.

"I've learned to find an anchor, it keeps me human," Derek answered vaguely.

"Like what?" Stiles asked, intrigued.

"It can be lots of things, a memory, an emotion, a person," Derek shrugged.

"What's your anchor?" Stiles pressed.

Derek shifted his weight slightly, "Anger."

"Oh," Stiles said in a quiet tone. He decided not to pry, it was obvious Derek wasn't one to share details anyway.

"Find his anchor, and keep him away from people the night of the full moon," Derek ordered before going to walk away.

"Wait, that's it?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"Maybe invest in a good set of chains and a padlock," Derek said before walking off, leaving Stiles gaping after him.

Derek heard Stiles swear at Scott under his breath. He smirked to himself slightly, Stiles was definitely dramatic. But at least he seemed to be taking the situation seriously, he imagined Stiles didn't take much seriously.

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Derek walked into the house to see Laura smirk at him from over her magazine.

"What?" Derek frowned at his oldest sibling.