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[He looks at the mirror for a good ten minutes. A mirror. Seriously? He has to talk and write into a mirror? They really wanted him to help out here? The day after Scott had been pronounced dead and Lydia had been mauled? How helpful did they expect him to be like this.

He’s picked up on the smell of Derek. Not his Derek, but still an Alpha.

There’s a filter to Derek after all the mulling he’s been doing- it’s dictated.]

Hey. We need to talk. Pick a place and I’ll be there.

I don’t trust the mirror system. Especially not when I could just talk to you face to face.

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I'm gonna go ahead and guess: there are a bunch of other people who got kidnapped. So. How long have you been stuck? I'm hoping for less than a week, but somehow I really doubt it.

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[He... slowly shakes his head, and narrows his eyes at him.]

No. Scott got bit in the woods. He's the werewolf. Not you.

[The alpha couldn't deny it though. This... Stiles smelled like a werewolf. And it wasn't Scott's werewolf scent either. He purses his lips though as he approaches Stiles, a hint of red in his eyes.]

If you're so confident you are one, then show me.

[Seeing is believing after all.]

[Not... touching what happened to Scott. At all.]

You really can't smell it on me? Seriously? Do I sound like I'm lying? [But that would be the quickest way to confirm the truth.

He'll sigh and allow his claws and fangs to grow, and his eyes to turn the bright gold of most bitten werewolves.]

Happy now?

[Well shit.

Stiles was a werewolf.

Derek looks on in absolute shock before he rubs his brow, his eyes returning to their original state.]

You're a werewolf. [He has to repeat this aloud, because he is just astounded. The werewolf sighs, slumping his shoulders.]

You said you were bitten in the woods. [He eyes him, letting them narrow] By who exactly?

[He'll set himself back to normal]

I told you. It's not my fault you didn't believe your senses. [He'll look at Derek.]

Your crazy uncle who thought biting random teenagers in the woods was a good idea.

[He growls a little in his throat, baring his teeth a little as he steps closer to him, looking down at him.]

Look, where I'm from you're not a werewolf! Scott is! Scott was bitten by my uncle. And from what I know, my uncle didn't bite you at anytime!

[He'll glare right up at Derek. He's not afraid of the Alpha. In fact he stands up straighter.]

Where I'm from, I got bitten. Lydia got mauled, and you just slashed Peter's throat. I don't know what happened for you unless you tell me!

[Yeah that seemed about right, but the part with Stiles being a werewolf didn't add up.

His nostrils flare as he exhales heavily through his nose, still standing his ground. People who have come here are from different worlds. So maybe... this Stiles was from a different world? A different timeline even? Could that even be possible?

His tense shoulders soften, and the smile that comes to his face is a rather relaxed one, but it was only for a fleeting moment.]

It seems as though we're from different time lines. Where I'm from, Scott's bitten, and where you're from, you're bitten. Did anything else happen to you that I should know about?

[His posture relaxes as Derek stops posturing. ... What the hell was that? Was that a Derek Hale Smile? ... Weird.]

No, that's everything you need to know. [His heart might stutter over "that's everything", but the rest of it is true.]

Anything different for you?

No. Not as far as I see. But if things come up, I'll let you know.

[Derek looks at him firmly.]

There is no place out of here, but it's essential that we stick together, regardless of where we're from. [Or time line, or universe. It didn't matter. They were both werewolves.]

If we stick together, we'll be safer, especially here.

There's safety in pack. [Especially when their werewolves. That's how they survive.] I know. [That was one of the first things Derek taught him.]

But let's make this clear: I'm not your beta, and you're not my alpha. [He trusts his world's Derek, is unfailingly loyal to him. But this Derek hasn't done a thing to deserve that.]

[Derek lifts his hands, and lets them slap at his sides.]

Fine with me. [He wouldn't feel right taking in a werewolf he didn't necessarily sire. He felt more responsible for ones he did though.]

I trust you know how to control yourself during a fullmoon? The cave might block it out, but it can still affect you here.

[He relaxes a bit, at the confirmation. They might work together, but they're not exactly pack.]

Find an anchor, bind yourself to it. ... I should still be locked to something. [He just doesn't trust himself.]

Edited 2012-09-07 21:30 (UTC)

[At least he knew about the anchor. That was a good sign, and he still had control over his power too, outside of the full moon, which he demonstrated before.

Derek rests his hands back in his leather pockets and nods.]

I'll try and find some chains and locks.

[The last thing they needed was this Stiles to be out for blood as a werewolf, and let their race be known here. All he knew was that he and Stiles were the only werewolves around.

However he does pause, regarding Stiles for a moment. It felt weird calling him Stiles since well, he wasn't the same Stiles he knew.]

Since we're not our... respective selves. [A beat.] What should I call you exactly?

Good, I don't need any blood on my claws. Or fangs. Or really anywhere on me.

[There's a reason they don't tell everybody what they are. If this Derek decided to keep the whole thing hush-hush, it's probably best to follow his lead on this.]

Stiles, I've gone by it for years, okay? It's already a nickname.

Don't worry. You won't have any.

[And Derek would make sure of that himself. Though he isn't his own beta, he'd still watch out for him.]

Alright well, where are you staying at the apartments? For future reference.

Always good to hear.

[No, really. It's very good to hear he has somebody looking out for him. Even if it's not really the person he'd rather be around.]

Room 2H, you?

[Werewolves stick together. And in this situation, being in an unknown place, it was welcomed by the alpha, even though he didn't openly show it.]

2C. [Good, they were somewhat close by. Then again, there was no telling how long Derek would stay in those blasted apartments.]

[It's a weird instinct. And it's only multiplied in a completely new world. At least there's a Derek, even if he's not the one Stiles was used to.]

Same floor. ... Are you actually planning on staying there? Or are you planning on moving into the wilderness?

I'll figure out something.

[It was too dangerous to live in close quarters with other people, and he couldn't just live in the wilderness. He needed a roof over his head.]

I'm still exploring the place. If I can find an abandoned building of some sort, it may be of use.

How long have you been here?

[He shifts his weight on his feet.]

A few weeks. Three at the least. [Honestly, he had lost count, having been looking around this place for so long for a way out or a familiar face.]

... At the least. [He'll sigh]

Okay. Guess I better attempt to get used to the place.

If you need help looking for old abandoned buildings, I'm available. Since, y'know, I don't have anything to do around here. [Plus he's probably going to end up chained in one of those buildings. He feels like he should get a say.]

I'm not getting used to it.

[Because dammit, he will get out of here if it's the last thing he does. The alpha does glance at the beta and nods. It sounded like a good idea. Another pair of eyes could be useful.]

Keep an eye out for one. If you find one, let me know and we'll see what we can do with it.

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Obviously, but there's got to be a place to stay that isn't full of people. We have to deal with the place until we get home, or sent home or whatever.

Will do. Since I'm pretty sure you're going to need a place to chain me.

There's these caves but...[Derek looks over his shoulder back into the mouth of the cave.]

I don't think they've be very hospitable for us.

[He even gestures to a lizard near their feet that crawls out from the cave. There were a lot of those inside too.]

Edited 2012-09-08 02:44 (UTC)

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