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Sleeping Dogs

Chapter 2: Scent

Chapter Text

It's almost two weeks later when Stiles sees Derek again.

He's wearing one of Stiles's shirts.

"Oh, hey, I thought I lost that shirt in the locker room like a week ago," Stiles says. "But apparently not. Apparently we have graduated to shirt stealing while I wasn't paying attention."

Derek shrugs. "I needed a shirt and your place was the closest."

Stiles sighs, because of course Derek did. "Couldn't you at least, I don't know, leave a little note that said something like 'borrowed a shirt, will return it washed and whole asap'?" Stiles asks. "Common courtesy and all. And I liked that shirt, damn it. Were you planning on ever returning it?"

Derek shrugs again, looks around them and sniffs the air. "I forgot," he says.

"You..." Stiles starts, but then changes his mind. "Okay, whatever." It's not like it's news to him that these people don't care about Stiles, Stiles's things or what Stiles wants. It's a waste of his time to get upset about it at this point.

"Oh my god, would you two please cut it out?" Erica snaps at them. "The hunters are getting closer and we still have to find Scott."

Derek nods and turns away from Stiles and then they are all running through the woods and Stiles concentrates on breathing and not tripping on tree roots.

They find Scott. And the hunters don't catch them.

Yay for Team Wolf.

 

"Soooo..." Stiles says and sits down next to Isaac at the cafeteria table the pack has pretty much commandeered all for themselves. "Does Derek borrow your clothes? And then not return them, so instead of borrowing, it's just plain old stealing?"

"Yes," Boyd says, deadpan.

"All the freaking time," Isaac nods. And then adds: "No."

Erica rolls her eyes. "Of course not."

"Yeah," Isaac says. "It's just you."

"Congratulations," says Boyd. "You're special."

"And to think that for a moment there, I had hope," Stiles mutters and gets back up. He's not exactly worried about Derek or Derek's sanity, but he is a bit worried about the state of his own wardrobe and his own sanity.

Well, at least it isn't the life-threatening type of weird this time.

At least not yet.

"He stinks like you all the time," Erica says and makes a face of distaste. "It's like he's been rolling in a pile of your used clothes. Which," she makes another face, this one slightly more disgusted-looking than the first, "is an image I didn't actually need in my head."

"Or maybe he's been rolling around on Stiles's bed?" Isaac suggests. His head is cocked to the side and he's grinning at Stiles, and, ugh, Stiles really doesn't know why Scott thinks Isaac is a bundle of fluffy awesome.

"Are you having a secret love affair with Derek?" Boyd asks. "Because that would explain so much."

"Ugh," Stiles says and makes a face of his own. It's probably a lot less attractive than Erica's scrunchy little nose thing, though. "You are all crazy and I hate you. Go away." Then he turns and goes away himself because it's still their table and he's supposed to be sitting on the other side of the room with Scott, Lydia and Jackson anyway.

"Deflection!" Erica calls after him.

Please tell your puppies that we aren't having a secret love affair. Stiles texts to Derek when he sits down next to Scott at their table. Also, give me back my damn clothes. You are such a weirdo.

Derek, completely predictably, doesn't answer.