Our faces painted white by midnight PG, I guess? 973 words, unbeta'd 2/2
Stiles could tell Derek was getting pissed off with everyone arguing with him so he backed up against the nearest tree to wait out the impending fight that would erupt and probably chase off anything that was in the area causing mischief.
Everyone's voices got louder until it was full fledged shouting, a second away from growling and Stiles could see proverbial and literal hackles were being raised. He checked his watch, timing how much longer it would go on. He figured he'd be back at his Jeep in fifteen minutes.
And then it jumped on him.
"AUUGHHH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" Stiles screamed, flailing while the thing on his shoulder dug claws into his skin, holding on.
The group surrounded him, the wolves wolfing out while Allison hoisted her bow and Lydia dropped to the back with her self-igniting Molotov cocktail at the ready.
"KILL IT, KILL IT!" Stiles continued to yell, too scared to reach up to try to pull the creature off him. Finally Derek stepped forward and stilled Stiles with a hand on his arm, then reached out to grab what was on his shoulder.
Stiles stopped thrashing and looked at what attacked him.
"Meow?" The white and brown cat with a down turned mouth whined at him plaintively from where Derek held it by its scruff in midair.
"Oh. That's a cat," Stiles said, dumbly. Derek growled softly and shoved the cat back at him, forcing Stiles to cradle it in his arms. The cat butted its head against Stiles' chin and started purring agreeably once he settled it against his shoulder.
"Now that Caesar Milan over here has solved the case can we go?" Jackson asked, impatiently.
"Caesar Milan is for dogs," Allison replied before turning to Derek. "I agree, though, I need to go home and tell my dad the splintercat is just a cat."
Derek sighed and threw his hands up. "Fine, we're done. Go enjoy your Halloween."
Everyone else scattered but Derek kept pace with Stiles, and carried his baseball bat, who toted the cat with him happily.
"Are you going to keep that thing?" Derek asked, side-eyeing the animal that stared back at Derek placidly.
"I guess? I'll have to convince my dad, I suppose. Unless you want--"
"Not in a million years," Derek growled. "Do you know the first thing about cats?"
"Not really. I'll figure it out, I guess. Right, Grumpy Cat?"
"Grumpy Cat?"
"Named him after you, Sourwolf. Don't you think he looks like you?" Stiles held the cat up to him with a grin.
"No."
"You so do," Stiles whispered to the cat, settling it back on his shoulder. "Got any other plans? Want to come over and watch the Oz episodes of Buffy?"
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PG, I guess?
973 words, unbeta'd
2/2
Stiles could tell Derek was getting pissed off with everyone arguing with him so he backed up against the nearest tree to wait out the impending fight that would erupt and probably chase off anything that was in the area causing mischief.
Everyone's voices got louder until it was full fledged shouting, a second away from growling and Stiles could see proverbial and literal hackles were being raised. He checked his watch, timing how much longer it would go on. He figured he'd be back at his Jeep in fifteen minutes.
And then it jumped on him.
"AUUGHHH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" Stiles screamed, flailing while the thing on his shoulder dug claws into his skin, holding on.
The group surrounded him, the wolves wolfing out while Allison hoisted her bow and Lydia dropped to the back with her self-igniting Molotov cocktail at the ready.
"KILL IT, KILL IT!" Stiles continued to yell, too scared to reach up to try to pull the creature off him. Finally Derek stepped forward and stilled Stiles with a hand on his arm, then reached out to grab what was on his shoulder.
Stiles stopped thrashing and looked at what attacked him.
"Meow?" The white and brown cat with a down turned mouth whined at him plaintively from where Derek held it by its scruff in midair.
"Oh. That's a cat," Stiles said, dumbly. Derek growled softly and shoved the cat back at him, forcing Stiles to cradle it in his arms. The cat butted its head against Stiles' chin and started purring agreeably once he settled it against his shoulder.
"Now that Caesar Milan over here has solved the case can we go?" Jackson asked, impatiently.
"Caesar Milan is for dogs," Allison replied before turning to Derek. "I agree, though, I need to go home and tell my dad the splintercat is just a cat."
Derek sighed and threw his hands up. "Fine, we're done. Go enjoy your Halloween."
Everyone else scattered but Derek kept pace with Stiles, and carried his baseball bat, who toted the cat with him happily.
"Are you going to keep that thing?" Derek asked, side-eyeing the animal that stared back at Derek placidly.
"I guess? I'll have to convince my dad, I suppose. Unless you want--"
"Not in a million years," Derek growled. "Do you know the first thing about cats?"
"Not really. I'll figure it out, I guess. Right, Grumpy Cat?"
"Grumpy Cat?"
"Named him after you, Sourwolf. Don't you think he looks like you?" Stiles held the cat up to him with a grin.
"No."
"You so do," Stiles whispered to the cat, settling it back on his shoulder. "Got any other plans? Want to come over and watch the Oz episodes of Buffy?"
"Will you re-name that cat?"
Stiles considered it. "Probably not."
Derek sighed. "Yeah, okay."