headlong 75/?
Jan. 10th, 2012 01:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
januarylightJackson and Danny are already here. Derek is still cooking, and Jackson is hovering, looking wounded while Danny attempts to distract him. Allison is throwing her coat over the back of the couch. Scott goes to greet her but neither of them is very enthusiastic about it.
“Hey,” Stiles says. “Is Lydia coming?”
“She’s running late,” Allison says.
“Great.” Allison doesn’t blink at the sarcasm, but Jackson throws him a wary look.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Allison says, stepping closer to him, away from Scott. “What’s up?”
“Uh—“ Stiles says. “Not much? You?”
“No,” she says, strained. “No, me neither.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true,” Stiles corrects. Danny is sniggering at him, and if Allison is the only one who doesn’t know she isn’t going to appreciate it if he lies to her right now.
“Anything good?” She’s smiling conspiratorially.
“Yeah, I think so.” He wouldn’t know what to say anyway, but he doesn’t want to say anything when Derek is about to overrule him, telling Allison the same thing but that it doesn’t matter, that nothing has changed and nothing will. “Definitely notable. Me and Derek—“
“Yeah? Hey do you have coffee?”
“Yeah, wait, listen. Derek and I are having sex.” She blinks. “Shit, that sounds really bad.”
“No!” she hastens to reassure him. “No, not bad, just—unexpected.”
“For me too,” Stiles says, pleased.
“You’re both idiots,” Danny says, dropping in on them to stare in fascination at Stiles.
“Coffee’s beside the cups,” Derek calls over.
“I’ll get it in a sec,” Allison calls back, eyes not leaving Stiles. Her mouth is open, but he can’t tell if it’s in fascination or horror. It’s definitely rubbernecking. “You and Derek.” Her face is contorting, half a dozen expressions that she’s expecting him to respond to but he can’t even interpret. “You’re doing that? I didn’t think you were going to do that.”
“I didn’t know it was an option,” Stiles says pointedly.
“Yeah, no, but you had to figure it out eventually, everybody else knew.” She checks in with Danny. “Right?”
“Your boyfriend didn’t,” he says apologetically. “You know he’s not good with that.”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Hey!” Scott says. “I knew before you two! I knew this morning.”
“It doesn’t count if Stiles tells you,” Allison says.
“Stiles didn’t tell me,” he says, but he ducks away before she can inquire further. She doesn’t try to keep him.
“So you two are dating now?” Allison asks, a reserve in her eyes.
“Uh—“ Stiles says, rubbing his hand over his skull awkwardly. “Derek’s going to explain everything.”
“Not until Lydia gets here,” Derek says. “She’ll be here in a minute.”
Danny’s casting what he imagines are covert looks Derek’s way, glancing back curiously at Stiles, but Stiles is above all that now. He shifts in discomfort.
He’s almost relieved when Lydia comes through the door, until her eyes brush dismissively over him, face like thunder, and he remembers that she hates him now.
“I hope this is important,” she says to the room. “I have plans.”
“I don’t want you hanging out with Stephanie,” Derek says sharply.
“Not my plans,” she says, sickly-sweet. “And don’t you have to get to work? I’m surprised you can spare the time for this.”
“It’s important,” Derek says. “It won’t take long.”
“Goody.” She lounges exaggeratedly on the couch, boredom clear.
“You all know Stiles and I are involved in a sexual relationship,” Derek says. He’s staring off into the middle-distance, face blank, breezing right through the whole thing. Dinner isn't even ready. “If you have any concerns you can take them up with me directly, but this isn’t going to change the structure of the pack and it isn’t going to affect you.”
The microwave dings and he turns away to attend to it.
“That’s it?” Allison asks.
“If you have any—“
“I know what you said to Scott, you know. And now you’re doing this?”
“You can take your concerns up with me privately,” Derek says.
“Don’t you have any concerns?”
“No,” Derek lies. “I know what I’m doing.”
“And what’s that? According to you sexual relationships with a human are a waste of time because the human is incapable of providing—“
“Allison.” Derek cuts her off.
She’s clearly quoting Scott regurgitating Derek’s lecture. Stiles winces.
“What?” she asks, and waits for an answer, knowing Derek doesn’t have one.
“This is inappropriate,” he tries.
“Like your relationship,” she says cheerfully. “Why do you get to indulge when the rest of the pack doesn’t?”
“Yeah,” Lydia says.
“The rest of the pack does,” Derek says, growl emergent. “The rest of the pack are engaged in extremely unsuitable relationships and I have allowed this.”
Jackson has huddled close to Danny in a corner, the way he always does when things are going wrong and he can’t do anything about it. He looks afraid. Danny is in the process of making coffee, but he’s stilled, looking at Allison, obviously questioning whether he should bother.
“If you really think that I don’t even know why I’m here,” Allison says, voice brittle, and Danny puts down his spoon. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”
“Allison,” Scott says, moving towards her too late, but Lydia leaps off the couch quickly, halting him.
“Are you leaving?” she asks. “I’m coming. As your friend I should stop you--” Everyone is suspended, watching her grab Allison’s coat. “—if Stiles is right that you’re about to dump Scott. He isn’t, is he? Because I can totally cancel my plans for that. For you, I mean. Not Scott. I am not even into Scott, I don’t know where Stiles got that idea.” She glances meaningfully at Scott, aware of Allison’s eyes following her gaze. “But even if you did break up with him, I would never do that to you.”
“Stiles,” Scott complains, focussing on entirely the wrong person.
“He is,” Allison says shakily. “I am.”
“You’re—“ Lydia questions.
Allison’s eyes are still fixed, and she draws herself up as she says, “I’m breaking up with Scott.”
“Allison—“ Scott protests uselessly, her eyes already turning to Lydia, whose triumphant little smile is already gone.
“Let’s go,” she says sympathetically, ushering Allison towards the exit. And, “If I happen to see Stephanie I’ll tell her you all said hi,” Lydia tells Derek innocently.
“I’m leaving,” Allison says. Scott moves to stop her, but her hand flashes up, keeping him away. “You’re staying,” she says, not open to discussion.
Lydia has the door open, waiting, and then they’re gone.
“Hey,” Stiles says. “Is Lydia coming?”
“She’s running late,” Allison says.
“Great.” Allison doesn’t blink at the sarcasm, but Jackson throws him a wary look.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Allison says, stepping closer to him, away from Scott. “What’s up?”
“Uh—“ Stiles says. “Not much? You?”
“No,” she says, strained. “No, me neither.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true,” Stiles corrects. Danny is sniggering at him, and if Allison is the only one who doesn’t know she isn’t going to appreciate it if he lies to her right now.
“Anything good?” She’s smiling conspiratorially.
“Yeah, I think so.” He wouldn’t know what to say anyway, but he doesn’t want to say anything when Derek is about to overrule him, telling Allison the same thing but that it doesn’t matter, that nothing has changed and nothing will. “Definitely notable. Me and Derek—“
“Yeah? Hey do you have coffee?”
“Yeah, wait, listen. Derek and I are having sex.” She blinks. “Shit, that sounds really bad.”
“No!” she hastens to reassure him. “No, not bad, just—unexpected.”
“For me too,” Stiles says, pleased.
“You’re both idiots,” Danny says, dropping in on them to stare in fascination at Stiles.
“Coffee’s beside the cups,” Derek calls over.
“I’ll get it in a sec,” Allison calls back, eyes not leaving Stiles. Her mouth is open, but he can’t tell if it’s in fascination or horror. It’s definitely rubbernecking. “You and Derek.” Her face is contorting, half a dozen expressions that she’s expecting him to respond to but he can’t even interpret. “You’re doing that? I didn’t think you were going to do that.”
“I didn’t know it was an option,” Stiles says pointedly.
“Yeah, no, but you had to figure it out eventually, everybody else knew.” She checks in with Danny. “Right?”
“Your boyfriend didn’t,” he says apologetically. “You know he’s not good with that.”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Hey!” Scott says. “I knew before you two! I knew this morning.”
“It doesn’t count if Stiles tells you,” Allison says.
“Stiles didn’t tell me,” he says, but he ducks away before she can inquire further. She doesn’t try to keep him.
“So you two are dating now?” Allison asks, a reserve in her eyes.
“Uh—“ Stiles says, rubbing his hand over his skull awkwardly. “Derek’s going to explain everything.”
“Not until Lydia gets here,” Derek says. “She’ll be here in a minute.”
Danny’s casting what he imagines are covert looks Derek’s way, glancing back curiously at Stiles, but Stiles is above all that now. He shifts in discomfort.
He’s almost relieved when Lydia comes through the door, until her eyes brush dismissively over him, face like thunder, and he remembers that she hates him now.
“I hope this is important,” she says to the room. “I have plans.”
“I don’t want you hanging out with Stephanie,” Derek says sharply.
“Not my plans,” she says, sickly-sweet. “And don’t you have to get to work? I’m surprised you can spare the time for this.”
“It’s important,” Derek says. “It won’t take long.”
“Goody.” She lounges exaggeratedly on the couch, boredom clear.
“You all know Stiles and I are involved in a sexual relationship,” Derek says. He’s staring off into the middle-distance, face blank, breezing right through the whole thing. Dinner isn't even ready. “If you have any concerns you can take them up with me directly, but this isn’t going to change the structure of the pack and it isn’t going to affect you.”
The microwave dings and he turns away to attend to it.
“That’s it?” Allison asks.
“If you have any—“
“I know what you said to Scott, you know. And now you’re doing this?”
“You can take your concerns up with me privately,” Derek says.
“Don’t you have any concerns?”
“No,” Derek lies. “I know what I’m doing.”
“And what’s that? According to you sexual relationships with a human are a waste of time because the human is incapable of providing—“
“Allison.” Derek cuts her off.
She’s clearly quoting Scott regurgitating Derek’s lecture. Stiles winces.
“What?” she asks, and waits for an answer, knowing Derek doesn’t have one.
“This is inappropriate,” he tries.
“Like your relationship,” she says cheerfully. “Why do you get to indulge when the rest of the pack doesn’t?”
“Yeah,” Lydia says.
“The rest of the pack does,” Derek says, growl emergent. “The rest of the pack are engaged in extremely unsuitable relationships and I have allowed this.”
Jackson has huddled close to Danny in a corner, the way he always does when things are going wrong and he can’t do anything about it. He looks afraid. Danny is in the process of making coffee, but he’s stilled, looking at Allison, obviously questioning whether he should bother.
“If you really think that I don’t even know why I’m here,” Allison says, voice brittle, and Danny puts down his spoon. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”
“Allison,” Scott says, moving towards her too late, but Lydia leaps off the couch quickly, halting him.
“Are you leaving?” she asks. “I’m coming. As your friend I should stop you--” Everyone is suspended, watching her grab Allison’s coat. “—if Stiles is right that you’re about to dump Scott. He isn’t, is he? Because I can totally cancel my plans for that. For you, I mean. Not Scott. I am not even into Scott, I don’t know where Stiles got that idea.” She glances meaningfully at Scott, aware of Allison’s eyes following her gaze. “But even if you did break up with him, I would never do that to you.”
“Stiles,” Scott complains, focussing on entirely the wrong person.
“He is,” Allison says shakily. “I am.”
“You’re—“ Lydia questions.
Allison’s eyes are still fixed, and she draws herself up as she says, “I’m breaking up with Scott.”
“Allison—“ Scott protests uselessly, her eyes already turning to Lydia, whose triumphant little smile is already gone.
“Let’s go,” she says sympathetically, ushering Allison towards the exit. And, “If I happen to see Stephanie I’ll tell her you all said hi,” Lydia tells Derek innocently.
“I’m leaving,” Allison says. Scott moves to stop her, but her hand flashes up, keeping him away. “You’re staying,” she says, not open to discussion.
Lydia has the door open, waiting, and then they’re gone.
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Date: 2012-01-10 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-11 12:15 am (UTC)Lydia is being a bitch, but she's totally pulled this kind of crap on Allison in canon already, so.
And she's *almost* defying Derek. *Almost*. There will be more about that.
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Date: 2012-01-11 02:16 am (UTC)