WHO: STILES STILINSKI, LYDIA MARTIN, DEREK HALE, and NICK BURKHARDT WHERE: Residence #023, Police Station WHEN: Week of July 15 WHAT: Stiles and Lydia being a detective team (again). WARNINGS: Stalking
[ stiles is pretty familiar with the complete and total dismissal lydia is hitting nick with. intimately familiar, actually. plenty of first hand experience. he feels for the guy, a tiny bit. buuut not enough to not play along. ]
[ It works, at least to the extent that his patience wears thin at the dismissive responses. As in he actually rolls his eyes, that kind of impatient; not very mature, but whatever. They're teenagers.
About half a second after Stiles's remark, directed at Lydia: ] I know he's a werewolf.
[ He doesn't know he's a werewolf. Nick knows Derek looks like Monroe, but Monroe laughed in his face when he called him a werewolf, so who knows. He's just banking on the idea that it's a more recognizable term than blutbad and not totally off the mark. The delivery's short and annoyed. ]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, who says he's doing anything about it?
[ stiles holds up his hands. like, let's not provoke the guy, here. ]
Listen, Nick, we're sorry we thought you were a serial killer.
[ or, stiles is, because, you know, there's the whole "employed by the police department at which nick works due to nick's assistance" thing that's kinda sweetened him to the guy. ]
But you don't hunt werewolves, right? Say that's not a thing that you do.
[ Oh my god why are teenagers so dramatic. Stiles interrupts before Nick can give Lydia an appropriately incredulous response, though the serial killer comment's only barely an improvement. ]
I don't hunt werewolves.
[ Followed by a conspicuous pause. Not necessarily because it's untrue; it is, though that's mostly because of semantics. Just for the sake of honesty: ] They don't even exist where I'm from.
[ Totally fell for it, though Nick's reluctant to admit outright that he didn't know. And while he's pretty sure Monroe would be deeply offended by this comparison, it's the easiest explanation, so. ] My friend's a blutbad. It's my world's version of a werewolf. I put it together when I saw Derek with the...
[ Wolf face?? Eyes? ] Sideburns?
[ Embarrassed on Derek's behalf tbh. ] But it's fine, I honestly don't care. As long as he doesn't start eating people, I don't have any— [ Actually. He doubts they'd rat out their "mentor", but it's worth asking. ] He's clean, right?
Vampires don't exist. And a lot of Wesen are cannibals, but it isn't... like I said, we don't have werewolves. Not exactly.
[ Maybe he'll just loan them the journal, it'd be easier than explaining. Nick pauses, glancing between them, and his tone's entirely light at this point; not even annoyed. ]
We can do the history lesson later. The important thing here is that I'm not a serial killer.
[ stiles checks out the drawings again, now that he can take his leisurely time instead of trying to keep up while lydia flicks through the book really fast. some look more familiar than others, but most of them seem human. ]
None of these are werewolves. Though that one kinda looks like a were-goat.
Were-goat, were-lion, were-everything. I'm pretty sure one of them is just an alien. [ Said to Stiles, then he's looking to Lydia with an easy confirmation. ] Just the ones I've seen. But I don't fight all of them— just the ones who commit crimes.
[ Sometimes sort of a cop?? His brow furrows, thoughtful, but his tone implies disbelief. ] You only have werewolves?
[ Pointedly not looking at Lydia. Still no idea what she is, but he's 99% sure it'’s not vanilla human. ]
My ex-boyfriend turned into a murderous, amnesiac lizard for a while.
[ Draws the attention off both of them!! She's not coming out with the banshee thing, but she also doesn't want Nick digging at Stiles' experience with being possessed. While she's gotten no confirmation that he's fragile about the whole thing, she has her suspicions. Like the fact that this is one of the first times they've even spoken on the subject, and it's clearly intended to be passed off quickly.
She meets Nick's gaze when she says it, a clear, hard dismissal of any interest he might have in why she tracked him down into that alley. She knows he's trying to figure it out, and she's not fucking telling. Not for now, anyway. ]
[ The deflection doesn't go unnoticed, if only because he's used to conducting actual interrogations. The thing is that it's a very, very good deflection, so he quits digging. ]
And you're getting on my case because my werewolves eat people. [ What the hell, guys. His expression is appropriately disbelieving; he may be surrounded by weird shit, but he still reserves the right to call it weird. ]
Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to hurt Derek. [ Your loyalty to that asshole is both cute and strange, p.s., but he's not going to comment. ] So we're good, right? You guys can quit playing Nancy Drew.
[ Is the implication there that Lydia's in charge? Absolutely. ]
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Yeahhhh I'm not buying any of this.
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About half a second after Stiles's remark, directed at Lydia: ] I know he's a werewolf.
[ He doesn't know he's a werewolf. Nick knows Derek looks like Monroe, but Monroe laughed in his face when he called him a werewolf, so who knows. He's just banking on the idea that it's a more recognizable term than blutbad and not totally off the mark. The delivery's short and annoyed. ]
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Lydia stops, whipping her head towards him, scrutinizing and confrontational all at once. ]
And what are you planning to do about it?
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[ stiles holds up his hands. like, let's not provoke the guy, here. ]
Listen, Nick, we're sorry we thought you were a serial killer.
[ or, stiles is, because, you know, there's the whole "employed by the police department at which nick works due to nick's assistance" thing that's kinda sweetened him to the guy. ]
But you don't hunt werewolves, right? Say that's not a thing that you do.
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I don't hunt werewolves.
[ Followed by a conspicuous pause. Not necessarily because it's untrue; it is, though that's mostly because of semantics. Just for the sake of honesty: ] They don't even exist where I'm from.
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[ Like bitch how do you know that for sure. Except for being a zombie and a hunter probably helps. ~Whatever.~ ]
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[ because if they've fallen for the oldest trick in the book, of confirming a risky guess, then he's gonna... be really mad, ok. ]
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[ Wolf face?? Eyes? ] Sideburns?
[ Embarrassed on Derek's behalf tbh. ] But it's fine, I honestly don't care. As long as he doesn't start eating people, I don't have any— [ Actually. He doubts they'd rat out their "mentor", but it's worth asking. ] He's clean, right?
that's it that's the tag
[ the actual fuck. ]
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[ also kinda side-eying nick a little here because like seriously even peter hale didn't eat people and he was a rampaging murderer. ]
Are you sure you're not thinking of vampires? Or maybe cannibals. Werewolves are mostly the "uncontrollable mauling" kinda monsters.
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Vampires don't exist. And a lot of Wesen are cannibals, but it isn't... like I said, we don't have werewolves. Not exactly.
[ Maybe he'll just loan them the journal, it'd be easier than explaining. Nick pauses, glancing between them, and his tone's entirely light at this point; not even annoyed. ]
We can do the history lesson later. The important thing here is that I'm not a serial killer.
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[ Just sayin. You're still on trial. ]
Can we rewind to explaining what a Wesen is? That's German, right?
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Yeah. It means creature. [ He nods towards the book, though he stays on his side of the table, giving them space. ] Those are Wesen.
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None of these are werewolves. Though that one kinda looks like a were-goat.
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[ She still wants to rifle through it for banshee things desperately tbh. ]
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[ Sometimes sort of a cop?? His brow furrows, thoughtful, but his tone implies disbelief. ] You only have werewolves?
[ Pointedly not looking at Lydia. Still no idea what she is, but he's 99% sure it'’s not vanilla human. ]
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[ he shrugs, not wanting to talk about malia. ]
And uh, I was possessed by a Japanese trickster demon for a while.
[ casually redirecting attention off lydia, even though he doesn't wanna talk about the nogitsune, either. ]
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[ Draws the attention off both of them!! She's not coming out with the banshee thing, but she also doesn't want Nick digging at Stiles' experience with being possessed. While she's gotten no confirmation that he's fragile about the whole thing, she has her suspicions. Like the fact that this is one of the first times they've even spoken on the subject, and it's clearly intended to be passed off quickly.
She meets Nick's gaze when she says it, a clear, hard dismissal of any interest he might have in why she tracked him down into that alley. She knows he's trying to figure it out, and she's not fucking telling. Not for now, anyway. ]
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And you're getting on my case because my werewolves eat people. [ What the hell, guys. His expression is appropriately disbelieving; he may be surrounded by weird shit, but he still reserves the right to call it weird. ]
Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to hurt Derek. [ Your loyalty to that asshole is both cute and strange, p.s., but he's not going to comment. ] So we're good, right? You guys can quit playing Nancy Drew.
[ Is the implication there that Lydia's in charge? Absolutely. ]