A/N: Erica and Boyd did not die because the Alpha Pack was dumb and just straight up attacked and shit. There was still the Darach and the Nogitsune and the dead pool and Kate and Peter shit, but Allison didn't die because they had extra help with the Oni and they haven't found Malia yet because the sheriff has been too focused on all these teenagers running around to look into old cases. Also, no Liam because I have too many characters to deal with as is.

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"What's in a name?" he reads aloud. "That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet."

"Do you guys really have to do that here?" Derek asks as he descends the steps in his loft. Why he ever gave his teenage pack members the code to the door, he'll never know.

"Where else are we going to do it?" Erica snarks. Derek though her sass was humorous back when he was her Alpha, but being on the receiving end is nowhere near as fun. "All the other kids have taken the good spots around the school and my mom won't let us practice at my house because she hates Shakespeare."

"Why can't you go to Stiles house?" he snipes back.

The two loft invading teens roll their eyes in synchronicity. "My dad only lets me leave the house for school and pack stuff at your loft because he knows it's important. And I need to get out of my house sometimes, Derek! We can't all be homebodies like you!"

"I'm not a homebody," Derek contests solemnly.

"Hey, Derek," Boyd calls as he, Isaac and Scott enter the loft. "The three of us are going on a run. You wanna come?"

"No thanks," the eldest werewolf chides. Stiles smirks, calling him out. "Fine. Actually," he turns back to the trio at his door, "I will join you." He puts his book down on the counter and goes to put on some running shorts.

"What are you guys doing?" Scott asks as he walks over to join his best friend and Erica.

"Just practicing for our drama presentation," Stiles answers.

"But soft!" Erica chides ironically loudly. "What light through yonder window breaks?"

"Nice," Scott laughs

"Kinda weird though, don't you think?" Boyd asks.

"What?" Isaac questions with a confused raise of an eyebrow.

"Erica is Romeo," Derek says as he descends the stairs again in his running shorts and tennis shoes. No shirt though. Fucking werewolves and their hatred of clothing, Stiles thinks to himself.

"But..." Scott starts putting the pieces together. "That would make Stiles..."

"Juliet," Derek finishes for him. "It's probably a good choice on their part. Stiles makes a better damsel in distress," he snarks, giving his self-impressed smirk that makes the human teen just want to slap him in the face.

"It wasn't my idea," Stiles retorts indignantly. "There was a list of options for how to change your play excerpt for performance and this one was the least work," he pouts.

"Plus, Erica's probably too heavy to stand on the balcony," Isaac adds rudely. Boyd punches his friend so hard he flies into the adjacent wall six feet away.

Erica smirks at her boyfriend and returns happily to her reading, "It is the east, and Julius is the sun. Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon!"

Stiles makes fleeting eye contact with the sourwolf as the four leave the loft, but returns his eyes quickly to the book in hand.

When the guys get back from their run, Erica is playing idly with Stiles hair as she sits on the couch behind him and they watch some reality TV show on the giant LCD Stiles insisted Derek buy for the mandatory pack meetings/ sleepovers. "You guys stink," Erica says flatly, pinching her nose and waving at the air in front of her face. Boyd walks over and rubs his face at her neck in play retaliation.

"Ugh," Stiles retches. "Even I think you guys reek. What did you run into some were-skunks?" Scott smirks at him, but the Isaac just waves him off and Derek gets his typical dealing-with-Stiles jaw clench. "Seriously, though, you guys need to shower," he remarks.

"Whatever," Scott chides. "I'm headed home anyway. Did you still want to work on our history project Isaac?"

The taller Beta's ears perk and he nods, "Lemme just grab a shirt real quick."

"We should go too, babe," Erica tells Boyd. "We've got reservations at 7." He just nods to her and gives her a hand up off the couch. "Don't forget your costume stuff for class tomorrow, Stiles!" she calls over her shoulder as they slink out of the loft. He nods back his response, still kind of paying more attention to the bickering housewives on the screen.

"Alright," Isaac calls on his way down the stairs. "I'll probably be home around 11 Derek! I'll text you if I'm sleeping at Scott's!" The pair of Betas wave as they head out the door and Stiles absent-mindedly waves back.

After another ten minutes of done up middle aged women discussing their rigorous beauty routines and party planning, Derek walks out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his still wet body.

"What are you still doing here?" he asks with that typical sourwolf tone.

"Huh," Stiles replies dumbly, turning from the TV. Momentarily distracted by the sight of a mostly naked, dripping wet, muscle-wolf, he shakes his head before he continues snarkily, "I'm watching TV." He point to the device on the wall with a 'duh' face.

"I can see that," Derek grits out indignantly. "But you're the only one still here. Why don't you go watch TV at your house?"

"Because your TV is bigger," Stiles shrugs like this is the dumbest line of questions ever. Because, really, it is. Derek sighs a great, put-upon sigh of frustration and walks over to the teen sitting on his floor, hoisting him up by the armpits and pushing him toward the door. "Hey!" Stiles shouts as he's manhandled. "What the hell?!"

"Go home, Stiles," Derek sighs commandingly. How is it even possible to make a sigh commanding? Derek Hale: enigma.

Stiles shrugs, gripping the bag of chips he'd filched from Derek's pantry, as he backs out the door.

"Good night," Derek says roughly as Stiles crosses the threshold and he grips the sliding door.

"Good night!" Stiles barks. "Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night 'til it be morrow!" Derek just shakes his head and rolls the door quickly shut.