( video 17 )

[studmuffin]

Fuck you --.

[ Stiles' out of breath voice bursts through the network just before the video feeds in. He's holed up in a sports store and brandishing a baseball bat in his free hand. He didn't really want to announce his return via video (the state of his face and general mental welfare being the main reason) but it's easiest, quickest. Because from the sound of it the ghouls have already found him.

Stiles swings the bat with a sound like a snarl, winces when it connects and climbs higher up the metal shelving. ] I can't believe you guys had a freaking zombie apocalypse and didn't invite me.

[ One of them groans and the device dips down as Stiles reaffirms his grip, arm curled around the metal bars. ] Yeah, yeah. Brains, got it. [ He sucks in a breath as the creature starts to climb after him. ] Oh holy god. That's cheating.

Derek? If you're going to save me, now might be the best time. [ Please still be in the City. Please. ]

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[lupusalpha]

[He doesn't reply right away because he's running to find Stiles - yes, on foot, because he was in the middle of the forest when he got the message.

He grabs the ghoul just as it is about to grab Stiles and roars, throwing it across the store. He's totally wolfed out, ears, no eyebrows, eyes glowing red.

This much, he knows how to do]

[studmuffin]

[ He's not sure what he should be feeling -- it's like two warring time lines melding in to each other. Everything he knows about home and here twisting so he just settles for the out and out relief he feels when Derek's roar fills the shop.

His feet hit the floor again, brandishing the baseball bat in both hands. ] Zombies versus Werewolf. Huh. Never thought I'd be living it.

[ He twists to hit the one creeping around the back, blood and bone going flying. ] What's going on?

[lupusalpha]

Don't know, it started a few days ago.

[Derek snarls and swipes with his claws before he turns]

Run, just run! I'm right behind you!

[studmuffin]

I'm keeping this.

[ But he does take off, knows that if he doesn't hear Derek he'll come back for him. That's just how they are now - hate turned into a mutual life saving exercise. Maybe that's why he held out on the hope the Alpha would come and save him from the zombie hoards. ]

[lupusalpha]

[Good enough. Derek follows, grabbing a lacrosse stick and slamming the door shut behind him, and wedging the lacrosse stick to hold the door close. It won't hold them forever but long enough for the two of them to get away.

And he follows, running]

[studmuffin]

[ His whole body aches, his mind a mess as he runs. It's been seconds since they all parted, since he watched Jackson change and Gerard slithered away and now this - now zombies?

Glancing behind him, at the dark shape of Derek. ] Are they everywhere?

[lupusalpha]

[He can smell that, smell the creeping exhaustion, and it's not that he doesn't care but they have to get somewhere safe right now.]

Not near the cabin. I've been keeping them away.

[justamessenger]

Are you okay, Stiles?

[studmuffin]

Yeah, yeah.

[ Slightly strained. ] Got my ass rescued, don't worry.

[justamessenger]

As long as the rest of you got rescued, too.

[studmuffin]

All important parts covered. Though not literally.

[justamessenger]

Got it. If you need rescuing again and your Derek isn't around, give me a call, won't you? I've been doing flaying pick-ups ever since the zombie apocalypse started.

[studmuffin]

He's not mine.

[ fghjkl most important part of that statement, obviously. ]

[helsmaiden]

[ Stiles! :) ]

You have picked quite a time to return.

[studmuffin]

Yep.

[ He doesn't really remember much of the curse - well, he does. But he's not entirely sure what he said to people. For him it was an age ago. ] How long was I gone?

[helsmaiden]

Days.

[ He basically admitted to kissing Derek. Via Katy Perry references. ]

[studmuffin]

Huh.

[ It feels like forever. ] Wow. When did the creepy half dead people get here?

[helsmaiden]

Shortly after you last were cursed.

[studmuffin]

[ Pause. ] I don't remember it much.

[accidentalfugitive]

[Isaac is standing on the edge of the porch waiting for them to get back, kind of like he might have been ordered to stay put but was too nervous to actually wait in the house.]

[studmuffin]

You look like a puppy when you do that.

[ Isaac :| ]

[accidentalfugitive]

Do not, asshole.

[Now shut up and submit to being hugged because Isaac's had a horrible day and seriously, thank fuck you smell like you again]

[studmuffin]

[ Wow.

He'd forgotten this - how back home Isaac barely tolerates him and here he actively likes him. It's like being sucker punched with senses, like how he'd remembered kissing Derek the minute he saw him.

Patting Isaac's back awkwardly. ] Yeah, you're totally not a puppy.

[accidentalfugitive]

[It's harder at home, with Scott and Derek constantly at odds with each other. There Stiles' loyalty it to Scott and Isaac's is to Derek and that's pretty much set the tone for all their interactions. Also not letting go]

Thought you were going to miss the zombie apocalypse.

[studmuffin]

You kidding me? [ He grins at Isaac, patting him on the back with an awkward little nod of his head. ] I was born for this.