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Subtle Subterfuge	By : sterekismyotp Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Stiles ground his teeth. His hand was on Scott's arm, more mentally than physically holding him back while they stood huddled in the hallway watching Agent McCall as he tried to worm his way back into the McCall Household, and it definitely wasn’t to see Scott. He knew that look. He was sniffing at Melissa McCall’s skirts, well Scrubs right now since she had just finished a shift. She didn’t look very comfortable and she was obviously trying to get him to leave, but he didn’t seem to be having any of it. Asshole…
“What the hell does he think he’s doing?” Scott angrily whispered in a low growl.
Stiles saw Scott's eyes start to glow, and could see that maybe it was time to jump in, since the last thing he needed was his best friend wolfing out in front of his federal agent father. Ever since he had come back to Beacon Hills, it seemed Scott was always a hairs breath away from wolfing out at his father.
He tried to pull Scott back, but he wasn't going to have any luck when he was wolfing out. All it caused was a scuffle, and both of them falling into the middle of the hallway while still arguing in whisper tones.
A loud clearing of throat made both of them freeze and turn toward the noise to see both Mrs. McCall and Agent McCall staring back at them.
“Heeeeyyy!.. We were just uh… “Stiles scratched at his neck and flailed his arm while still on the floor with Scott.
He stared at Melissa while her mouth opened and closed like a fish for a minute before she literally saved their lives.
“That’s right, curfew! I’m supposed to be driving you home! “
Scott and Stiles stood from the ground and dusted themselves off.
“Isn’t that Stiles' Jeep in the driveway?” Agent McCall asked with a raised brow.
“It’s uh… passed inspection. Yeah! It’s parked here till I can get it to the garage! Nice seeing you again Agent McCall, but we have to go before I, you know, get caught out after curfew.”
Agent McCall opened his mouth to say something else, but Melissa slammed the door shut before he could say anything. He always knew he liked her.
“Thanks,” Scott said with a relieved smile.
Melissa sighed, looking more tired than he’d ever seen her, and he had seen her at some pretty high levels of tired. He slept over quite often, and had seen her come off of some pretty brutal shifts at the hospital.
“No problem,” she said, waving him off. “That guy really has some nerve.”
Stiles knew something had to be done. He couldn’t stand to see his best friend or his best friend’s mothers suffer like they were right now. Agent McCall wasn’t getting the hint that Melissa wasn’t interested, and it had to stop.
An idea popped into his head. Melissa needed to be attached so he would take the hint. It needed to be someone so hot that Agent McCall would crawl back to lick his wounds and crushed ego. Stiles had the perfect person in mind.
Derek Hale
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Derek Glowered at him. “No, absolutely not, Stiles. It’s not happening.”
“Come on man. She’s miserable, and every time he’s around, Scott almost wolfs out! It can’t keep going on like this. He’s a danger to the packs and just a plain asshole. He really needs to go. Since you can’t kill a federal agent, this is the next best thing!” Stiles paced back and forth, flinging his arms in the air while he made his point. He might or might not have taken a little bit too much Aderol while trying figure out how to make his plan work.
“I can’t pretend to be interested in Melissa McCall,” Derek Deadpanned.
“Yes you can. I’ve seen you put on the charm! Come on. You’re a sexy beast when you try to be charming. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten when you distracted that Deputy!”
Something flashed behind Derek’s eyes when Stiles gave his spiel on him being a sexy beast when charming, which Stiles couldn’t read, but Derek finally sighed deeply and agreed to the plan.
Styles did a happy dance, then they went down to business of planning how things would go down.
“Alright for this to be realistic enough to fool a Federal Agent, no one can know about this except for you, me, and Melissa. Not even Scott can know. Especially Scott. He really doesn’t have the best poker face.
Derek Snorted in agreement.
“You’re going to have to get to Melissa while Scott isn’t around to eavesdrop with his wolf hearing and talk to her about the plan. From the way she was reacting to him, she’s definitely going to be okay with this plan. “
Derek nodded, being his regular brooding self.
Stiles knew it was mainly just a front to hide his emotions, and what he really was thinking. He had been around him long enough to slowly pierce through that prickly exterior to glimpse what was really inside. He was definitely more than his dark brooding, sour, buff, sexy, sexy self. He caught himself ogling the skin on Derek's lower abdomen that appeared when he lifted his hand to scratch at his neck, his throat going dry. Okay, so he had the hots for a Werewolf Alpha. He knew nothing would ever come of it. It was only slightly more...okay, much worse than having the hots for Lydia Martin. In this case, if he didn’t get out of here soon, Derek would be able to smell how turned on he was.
“It’s, Uh… Getting late. I better,” Stiles said, flailing his arms towards the exit. “School tomorrow and...uh...all that.”
Derek nodded, raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything.
“And...uh...the curfew, and I mean, I have homework and stuff, and its not like I can stay here all night. I have a life,” he rambled on nervously.
Derek glowered at him. “Go home, Stiles!”
“Yeah, home, exactly where I’m going.” Stiles grabbed his book bag and bolted out of the warehouse.
As Stiles hopped into his Jeep, he sighed deeply. This was getting to be a problem. He actually liked spending time with Derek. He didn’t know when, but the fear he once had, and the arguing, had slowly turned into something else. Stiles snorted to himself. Yeah, he had Stockholm syndrome. Truth of the matter was he really liked Derek, liked spending time with him, and this attraction was putting a cramp into things. The last thing he needed was for Derek to smell the lust on him. Lord knows it made for awesome dreams, but reality was another story.
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“Dude! What is Derek doing with my mother!”
Stiles stopped a hairsbreadth from bumping into Scott, where he stood frozen in his tracks.
Derek was standing at the McCall’s doorstep with Melissa putting her jacket on, and good lord did he have his charm on.
He smiled at Melissa while he slipped a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and took her hand in his. They both smiled at each other completely ignoring Scott, Stiles, and Agent McCall who was pulling in! Damn Derek and his werewolf senses. The man was a genius!
“I…I think that he’s taking your mother on a date.” Stiles was so pleased with himself that it took everything he had to keep his face in a mask of shock in support of his best friend.
Scott rushed over to his mother’s side when Agent McCall stepped out of his vehicle.
“Mom…what are you doing with Derek?” Scott ground out, fuming.
“I could ask the same thing,” Agent McCall piped up, following behind Scott.
Scott turned on his dad snarling. “Shut up. You’re not part of this family, and you don’t get to ask questions!”
“I am your father, and I have every right to...“
“Guys! Stop it!” Melissa stated forcefully, cutting in mid-argument.
Derek grabbed Scott by the back of the neck, pulling him back when he tried to lunge forward.
“Derek and I are going out on a date. Scott, you are going to accept this, or so help me God, I will have you grounded until you are off to college.” Melissa turned to her former husband. “You,” she said, pointing her finger, “we are divorced, and it is none of your business whom I date.”
“Don’t wait up!” Derek grinned and let go of Scott’s neck, ruffling his hair.
Melissa started walking towards the sleek black Camaro, and Derek caught up, putting his arm possessively around her. He opened the door and settled her in, then moved to his own door. Once settled in, he leaned over Melissa to the open window of his car and grinned.
“Nice meeting you Agent McCall.”
The car came to life with a loud purr and sped off.
It took everything Styles had not to break into a huge grin or pump his fist in the air when Derek drove off.
Scott and Agent McCall stood rooted in place for a minute, then turned to stare at each other, looking like they were going to say something, Neither did, so they both parted ways. Scott headed for the door, Agent McCall for his car.
Stiles rushed to follow Scott, knowing he was in for an earful, but he was Scott’s best friend. Since it was his fault this was going on, the least he could do was listen to his best friend bitch and moan.
“What the hell does he think he’s doing!? That’s my mother! He can’t date my mother. No way in hell is this happening! I’m going to kill him!”
“Calm down, Scott. What if they actually really like each other? Do you want to be responsible for hurting someone your mom cares about? I mean, she hasn’t exactly dated these last few years.”
“No way in hell Derek is interested in my mother. He’s playing with her to get to me!”
“Come on, Scott. Why would Derek do that? He’s an ass, but he’s kind of our friend now. He has no reason to play your mom, and your mother knows all about werewolves now, so she knows what she’s getting into.”
Scott deflated and rubbed a hand over his face, shoulders hunched. “She’s my mom, Stiles.”
Stiles slapped him on the back and then gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I know, but give them a chance. You don’t have to like it. No one expects you to like it, but hey, it’s better than your dad getting back in the picture to hurt your mom again.”
Scott sighed deeply. “I still don’t like it, and I’m never talking to him again.”
Stiles nodded. “That’s expected. Now come on, I’m going to kick your ass at Halo.”
“Dude, I’m totally going to own you!”
“Yeah, right! You definitely own me on physical strength, but I still kick your ass at video games,” Stiles said while laughing.
Scott laughed too, while they both rushed to Scott’s bedroom.
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