You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 (NSFW) here, part 6 here, part 7 here, part 8 here, and part 9 here.
Allison clearly felt her absence. “I’ll go on a coffee run. Lydia, little help?”
“Ugh, fine. Beats sitting here I suppose.” Lydia bounced off after Allison in the direction of the cafeteria.
Scott came to sit next to Derek.
Sensing the tension, Erica grabbed Isaac and Boyd by the collars and said, “We’ll also go help. Get snacks.”
“Derek,” said Scott, “you can’t blame Allison for this too.”
“Scott,” said Derek evenly, “the best I can give you tonight is tolerance of her being here.”
“She’s one of Stiles’s best friends—” Scott started to protest
“I know,” breathed Derek, “which is why I’m tolerating her. But she did start that fire and I’m not convinced that the fire wasn’t a part of Gerard’s plan.”
“That’s ridic—”
“Scott. Tolerance. Take it or leave it.”
After a pause, Scott nodded.
Melissa came back. “Hey, where’d the party go?” she said, trying to make things light.
“To get coffee and snacks, mom.”
“Makes sense, it could be a long wait.”
Derek looked at her, not sure what to say.
“Oh God, not because of anything bad. In fact, it’s a good thing, if Stiles isn’t in the most dire circumstances then things tend to move more slowly. Here I am rambling. I think what you want to hear is what I found out.”
Derek just kept looking at her, aware that his stare probably wasn’t coming off the best, but not trusting his words.
“Anyways, the surgery was with one of the best surgeons in the hospital—he’s even known throughout the state so no worries there. He is in a private room, recovering. Because of the nature of what happened, however, they want the police to speak to Stiles first before…well before you Derek.”
“They think I did it,” said Derek flatly. Of course they did. There was nothing about his past that would let them think otherwise. Thanks to Scott, and Stiles in fact, he was once a suspected serial killer. Besides that, people are most often harmed by someone close to them.
“I’m sorry, Derek, it’ll be cleared up as soon as Stiles wakes up, I’m sure,” said Melissa in a rush.
The sheriff came back up.
“Oh, Noah,” said Melissa before wrapping him in a hug that the sheriff reluctantly accepted. “He’ll be okay. The surgeon was one of the best.”
“Yeah I did manage to catch that. Listen, Derek, my deputies are gonna want to talk to you, but it can wait until after you’ve seen Stiles.”
Derek almost wanted to cry in relief, but he didn’t want to break down now. He had to stay strong. “Thank you.” The sheriff tried to wave him off, but Derek said again, “thank you.”
“Now where did everyone else go?”
“Coffee run,” said Lydia, magically appearing holding two full cupholders of coffee, “if we’re still here in the morning, I’ll order us something better, but I was assured that this came from the “good” coffee machine.”
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