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The couple watched as Derek and Stiles danced around one another, on their way to their own vehicles. “They’re completely oblivious,” Allison said as soon as their headlights were gone.
“Who?”
“You are too,”
“What?”
Allison sighed, gave Scott a patient smile, and looked back to where their cars went, “Think about it, Scott—Stiles and Derek,” she said, giving him a look, eyebrows raised as she waited.
“Wait, Stiles and Derek?” Scott shook his head, “No way—Stiles and Derek? Together? That’s…that’s…”
“Say it’s wrong and I’m kicking your werewolf butt,” Allison said before he could finish.
“No! It’s not wrong it’s just…weird?” he made a face, “Stiles and Derek,” he shook his head, “They’re…complete opposites, and…Stiles annoys Derek, and Stiles is afraid of Derek, and…seriously?” he looked to Allison with a lost look on his face.
Allison grinned, smoothed the crease between his eyebrows with a kiss and dragged him towards her truck. “Come on, we’ve got planning to do,”
“Planning to do what?” Scott asked, eyes wide.
She grinned at him, pausing in getting into the truck. “To get them together,” she said simply, closing the door and letting Scott stare at her with is mouth dropped open.
-0-
The next day, Allison and Scott were studying when the conversation picked up to the day previous. “What were you talking about, by the way, in planning on getting Derek and Stiles together?” Scott asked, closing his book.
Allison beamed at him, taking out a notebook, she turned to face him. “How are we going to do this?” she asked, eyebrows raised, as she waited for ideas.
Scott stared at her, mouth opening and closing before shrugging, “Talk to them…?”
Allison frowned as she thought that over before nodding, “Alright—test out the waters and stuff, right?” she nodded more assuredly to herself. “I’ll take Stiles, and you take Derek, and we’ll talk to them about the other-,”
“Why do I have to take Derek?” Scott asked with a frown.
“Because you’re both werewolves,” Allison replied. “Why not Derek?”
“Because he’ll probably say I’m annoying him and throw me through a window?” Allison gave him a look. “It’s entirely plausible!” he said, waving his arms around.
Allison frowned. “Fine, I’ll take Derek, and you tackle Stiles,” she jotted down the plan.
“How am I going to talk to Stiles?”
“You guys are best friends!” Allison exclaimed, “Go…bro out, or something, and just ask him how he feels or something!” she rolled her eyes. “I mean, I’ve got to deal with Derek—Stiles is a piece of cake compared to Derek!”
He let out a groan as he fell back onto her bed. “This isn’t going to work,” he said to the ceiling.
“If all else fails, stuff Stiles with curly fries and talk Derek up,” she said to him before he was climbing out her window and going towards Stiles’.
She picked up her bow, quiver of arrows, and got into her truck to go to Derek’s.
-0-
Derek stood on the top steps above the subway, staring at her as she exited the truck and smiled at him. “Hey!” she greeted, shouldering the quiver and waving the bow at him. “Are you busy?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh?” she raised her eyebrows. “Doing what?”
He grunted, and jerked his head towards the stairs. “Training,”
“Can I help?” she asked, perking up.
“What could you do?” he didn’t mean to sound as derisive as he did, at least Allison hoped.
“I’ve got the latest update to arrows hunters use?” she lifted the shoulder that held the strap to her quiver. “That way you can’t be caught off guard?” she added in her most innocent voice. He grunted and jerked his head down the stairs. She followed, nodded her head to the three wolves there, and notched an arrow.
“Allison’s going to show you what you’re up against, against hunters who use bows,” Derek growled, standing off to the side.
She held up the bow, waving the tip about, “This one is meant to blind and disorient you—so I’m not going to fire it, because once it explodes, it lets out a very bright light, as well as a high-pitched sound that’ll distort your hearing momentarily—enough time to get a killing shot in,” she unscrewed the tip and replaced it with another. “This one shocks and paralyzes,” she pointed it towards Erica and let it loose. Erica just barely caught it, but it still let out a shock, causing her to crumple.
Derek snarled as he crowded Allison against a pillar.
She just smiled. “If they didn’t see how it works, they’ll still be caught off guard,” she said. He huffed and backed off. “There’s only one more, but it’s not that important,” she kept that bit of arrow in the quiver, shrugging.
“Is that everything?” Derek asked.
After a second, “I actually wanted to know if you wanted to hang out?”
The other wolves looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Why?”
She looked at the other wolves before looking at Derek, “Because we’re pack,” and it wasn’t a lie—she knew she was pack, as well as Stiles and Derek getting together would definitely be great for the pack, therefore it was no lie that that’s why she wanted to hang out. It just wasn’t the entire truth. He stared at her, looked at the others and shrugged after being on the receiving end of her puppy dog eyes, and you’d think he’d have an immunity to it. She smiled brightly and practically dragged him out of the station, and to her truck.
“Where are we going?”
“To this diner Stiles showed me—they have awesome burgers,” she said as she started the truck, “Stiles has awesome taste in food, don’t you think? I mean, everywhere he’s ever recommended Scott to bring me, has had amazing food, and this diner has great milkshakes, too, also from Stiles’ recommendations,”
“Right,”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “His taste in people is awesome too, isn’t it? I mean, he trusts you, and Scott’s his best friend, and that crush he had on Lydia was well warranted because Lydia is an amazing person, and then there’s me—I mean, I know he likes me, as a friend—maybe a sister, I don’t know, but yeah, Stiles has awesome taste in people, though I think he has a fetish or something for distantly cold people or something, because from what I heard from Scott, he’s liked Lydia and she’s never even looked at him until recently, and-,”
“You’re reaching Stiles levels of rambling,” Derek says, cutting her off.
“Sorry,” she smiles serenely at him. “I’m just saying—he’s got awesome radar for these types of things,” she paused, “And he’s smart, and loyal, and-”
“Are you talking about him because you suddenly think he’s better than Scott? Because I don’t condone that,” Derek drones, staring out the front window.
“No, no, of course not,” she shook her head, “No.”
“Alright,”
She beamed at him.
-0-
“Dude, come on, we’re going to go hang out,” Scott said as soon as he was in Stiles’ room, through the door thank you very much.
“Uh, no, dude, chemistry homework,” Stiles didn’t even look up from said homework.
“Please?” Scott pouted as he crouched down beside Stiles. “Allison said we need to bro out,” he added.
Stiles looked up, eyebrow raised. “Allison told you to hang out with me?” he snorted, “Feeling the love there,” he added with an eye roll.
“Dude,”
“Dude.”
“No, seriously, let’s go,” Scott practically picked Stiles up and they left the room, Stiles complaining loudly as they did.
As they drove towards the diner Stiles liked so much, Scott thought up different topics involving Derek. “So…do any research lately…for the pack?” he asked awkwardly.
“Not really—too busy with school,” Stiles shrugged.
“Oh…yeah…Derek’s been telling me school was important…that guy…really cares…” he laughed awkwardly as Stiles gave him a raised eyebrow. “I mean, he does, right? You think he cares? Because he does,”
“Right, yeah, I guess?”
“Like…he’s a big softy, really-,”
“I hadn’t noticed because my backs been meeting the wall a lot,”
Scott ignored him, “And, I mean, he’s been busy nonstop with the pack and stuff—explaining stuff-,”
Stiles had nearly swerved before looking at Scott quickly, “What? When? Like what? Why wasn’t I aware of this stuff?”
Scott blinked, “Uh—nothing too important, I mean, pack dynamics, and mates and stuff—I really think Allison is my mate, man,”
“That’s awesome, but what else?” Stiles asked, smacking his steering wheel.
“Um…wolfsbane effects, and mating seasons—that kind of thing?” he cleared his throat, “It’s a bit awkward, actually,” he added weakly.
Stiles merely frowned, nodding slightly. “Right. Awkward.”
“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you around, but-,”
“Pack stuff,”
Scott rubbed at his head, “You’re pack,” he frowned, “Allison wasn’t even there for these meetings—it was more a…werewolves only thing?”
“Right,”
“Dude, come on,” he nudged Stiles, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he frowned, “Curly fries—my treat?”
Stiles grinned, “You know me so well,”
Scott let out a breath and nodded. “So, Derek—big softy or no?”
Stiles gave him a strange look. “Why, thinking about coming onto him, and want to know your chances of not being thrown out a window?”
Scott blanched and shook his head hurriedly, only to have Stiles laugh. “Not funny,” he scrubbed a hand over his face.
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“How’d it go?” Allison asked as she opened her window to Scott.
“I think Stiles thinks I’m bi?”
“Derek thinks I like Stiles more than you,”
They looked at one another, before Scott snorted. “Told you this wasn’t going to work,” he said as he pulled her into a hug.
She kissed his nose and grinned, “This was only phase 1, though,” she said.
“How many phases exactly, are there?” Scott asked with a whine.
“About 8, I think,” she replied, smiling and nuzzling his chin, “I still haven’t fully thought it out yet,” she added.
He groaned. “If I die because of this-,”
“You won’t, now stop being so dramatic,” Allison cooed, pressing a kiss to Scott’s mouth.