[ Considering how much harder Derek is hitting him now, as compared to earlier, his definition of a hard hit is infinitely different from Stiles'. But he's seeing if Stiles will keep getting up, if he'll keep fighting to keep the dialogue going, now that they've gotten it. It's not combat, it's a dance, and he's found a matching rhythm in someone that looks the least likely to ever step foot in a fucking Jaeger.
But when round four comes around, when they're matched at 3-3, because the waif of a boy has caught on and figured out something that works for him, he decides to put a quick end to it. But it's not in cold feet, or to try and shut Stiles down. Far from it, actually.
He sees where Stiles is moving, and moves into the strike, but at the same time brings his staff around to just barely tap it into Stiles' side.
John is actually silent, Cora forgets how to breathe, and Derek stares right back at Stiles, piercing green on bright brown. ] 4-4.
[ They're frozen like that for a moment; Stiles thought he'd seen his chance, that he was maybe going to win, but he knew, he knew that Derek was coming, he'd anticipated it, and when his strike lands at Derek's hip, he can feel Derek's tap him at the same time. They're ridiculously close, and even though he's panting like a dying man, there's something--exhilarating, and he doesn't move. He never once gave up, not the entire time. Never lost his ground, no matter how many times he got his ass kicked. The staff's pressed into Derek's side, just like his. They tied. No one's gotten that far with Derek yet.
No one else got an hour, either.
His mouth quirks up into a little grin, and then someone speaks up--Peter, a little drolly. ] Yes, yes, congratulations, it only took all afternoon. Are you done with this game? Because you've got ten more candidates to try out.
[ Rather than pull his staff away, Derek breathes heavy and seems to almost consider Stiles while they're up close, basically breathing in each other's space. Part of him doesn't want to move, because that would break whatever spell this is, even as he hears his uncle speak up. Yeah, he's not particularly surprised by that response, and he has a number of ways he could very well respond to it.
One of them is covered by Cora, actually, who lets out an "oh come on!" from where she's snapped out of her shock. But he just finally pulls his staff away from where they're positioned, slipping it away slow and easy.
He's been at this for the better part of the afternoon, but one hour made it worth the exhaustion. While he's managed to take down everyone that came before Stiles and keep them down, that doesn't mean he hasn't expended a lot of energy doing it. ]
If you want me to see to the rest of them, I can. [ He finally looks away from Stiles and to Peter, using his staff to gesture at the impromptu candidate. ] But I'm not going to pick any of them.
[ Stiles bursts into a grin as the spell's officially broken, his mouth dropping open before turning into a smile. In fact, that quickly gets followed by a hand running through his sweat soaked hair, looking more unbelieving than anything else, and when he throws his arms in the air with a whoo noise, extremely proud of himself, his legs promptly give out from exhaustion.
Still passed a test. Still is going to be a ranger. (Still going to be killed by his dad before he gets there.) Still is going to be a ranger with Derek Hale, because he wasn't fucking crazy, because Derek saw it too.
There was chemistry--dialogue--between them, the kind of thing that can't be replicated. Stiles can't fucking believe his luck, that he somehow managed to not die, that Derek apparently agreed, and he settles for a slightly less excited gesture because holy shit, now everything just hurts.
Laura claps vigorously and Peter stares at them both. Considers it. ]
It's your death wish. [ Then shrugs his shoulders and turns to leave. ]
[ A slight tick of a flinch pulls at the corner of Derek's eye at Peter, but it's typical behavior between Ranger Hale and Marshal Hale, at this point. Has been, for the longest time. Even when he and Paige were piloting together, there was his uncle.
But he turns his attention away from him and down to the pile of limbs that Stiles becomes, raising a brow in... what appears to be faint amusement, before he takes his staff and gently taps it on the top of his head before he moves to walk away and off the mat where his boots are. Faint teasing, after that dialogue. Cora is literally going to die from this afternoon, she swears to god. It would just be the final push if her brother smiled.
John does plenty of smiling and lunges into the mat, very nearly colliding with Stiles and-- ] Your father is going to kill you, Jesus fuck that was amazing.
Hrk-- [ Stiles makes a noise out of reflex and pushes himself back up onto his elbows, his gaze tracking over to Derek for just a second, falling on his retreating back before flicking to John again. He breaks into a smile again, the joy pretty much unbridled at the fact that he just did that, that all of that just happened. It's a rare good consequence of Stiles not being able to shut his mouth. ] Dude, I know, right! I might as well enjoy it, it's my last victory before my dad feeds me to a kaiju.
[ But before he can actually properly celebrate, he quirks kind of a half sheepish grin at John. ] IIiii'm not doing much celebrating yet, I guess.
...Can you help me up? [ His idea of celebrating is actually either sleeping forever or going to find Derek to talk to him about what just happened. Or something. Or maybe not? Stiles isn't even sure what he'd begin to say.
Laura, however, breaks free from John and hurries to her brother's side. She doesn't even say anything; just smiles at him, innocently ("innocently"), and folds her hands behind her back. ]
[ John watches Derek go before he looks back at Stiles, ridiculous eyebrows raising and grin nearly cracking his face in two. Well, he could say from experience that Stiles was a fast learner, but this is just... that was... Hell, even he doesn't have words to quite describe everything, and he's about as much of a chatterbox as Stiles, if not worse because of how far gone he is. ] He's going to chuck you into the Rift himself.
[ But he just laughs bright and sudden, getting up to his feet properly and offering his dear sweet suicidal protege both of his hands to get him standing again. ] Come on, before you're permanently attached to the floor.
[ Meanwhile, Derek goes to take a seat on one of the steps outside the mat and takes a moment to ignore Laura, grabbing his boots so he can pull them on again. He laces up one before he looks up at her from under his brow, knotting the laces securely.
For a brief second he breaks eye contact, looks over to where his sister's boytoy is helping Stiles up to his feet, then looks back at her. There's no denial or attempts to push off the "innocent" look, for once, because it was fairly obvious to everyone that stuck around for the whole hour that there was definitely something there. ] Yes?
[ Stiles laughs at his comment, but it's more of a "it's only funny because its definitely true" kind of laugh, and lets John pull him to his feet, which-- ] Ohhh my god, ow.
[ If whoever was left in the room wasn't laughing at him before, they sure as hell were now; he winces almost comically and leans on John for support. Everything hurts, and hurts like hell too, and he can feel all the spots where Derek hit him, or flipped him, or knocked him with the staff just throbbing in pain. He hobbles alongside John back towards the lab, or his dorms, or somewhere to avoid the inevitable talk that's coming.
Laura, on the other hand, is grinning like an absolute maniac. She didnt learn that from John--just perfected it. ] So. [ Be afraid of this tone of voice. ] Stiles Styyyylinski.
You did it, champ. You went four rounds with Derek Hale and tied. [ John shifts, glad for their similar heights so he can easily sling Stiles' arm around his shoulders, putting his own around him to help him along. That shit looked like it hurt, and Stiles is paying for it now. But still, he just gathers his things from mat-side with his free hand and makes for the dorms. ] Now you just have to go up against your dad.
[ He pauses, sniffs dramatically. ] And shower.
[ As his expression mirrors Laura's, Derek quietly wonders whose bright idea if was that the two of them meet. He eyes her briefly before pulling on his other boot, working on slowly lacing it up. Maybe he hits a whole hell of a lot harder than Stiles, but it's not as if he's not feeling those strikes that he landed, the exertion from the multiple fights. ] Is that his name?
I tied Derek Hale. [ He says it again like he doesn't believe it--because to be honest, he doesn't--and Stiles runs a hand through his thick hair, groaning a little at the mention of his dad again. Right, he's dead. He's totally dead. For now he can at least hopefully have a shower and then die. ] Bury me naked so my funeral's awkward for everyone involved.
[ The tension dissolves and he breaks into a grin, locking an arm around John's shoulders on purpose. Mmmm sweaty college student. ]
[ Laura is looking a little like a pleased shark as she leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed and bouncing a little on her toes as she looks up at the ceiling, letting him put on his boots. ] It is. You know, like the director of MPs, my boss! Stilinski. It's an easy name to remember.
[ God bless Stiles Stilinski, the little shit. John can understand his shock, at least, and just barely resists squeezing where he's holding him up. It's tempting, though, especially when he locks around his shoulders. That's absolutely disgusting, but then again he regularly spends his time up to his elbows in Kaiju guts, so he's seen worse. This is just humanity, and he jostles him gently in retribution. ] I'll make sure to do just that. And I'll weep over your coffin just to make it even better.
Woe is me, my assistant has been slain! [ He wails down the hall, loud enough for the Hales to hear even from a distance.
Derek can't help but roll his eyes. At least John has a sense of humor to make up for him and Cora. Shifting, he rocks up to his feet with a soft grunt, tapping the toes of his boots into the floor after. If he could drag this out until Laura lost interest, that would be great. But it's Laura. ] So I should be expecting a stern talking to when he's done ripping into his kid.
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But when round four comes around, when they're matched at 3-3, because the waif of a boy has caught on and figured out something that works for him, he decides to put a quick end to it. But it's not in cold feet, or to try and shut Stiles down. Far from it, actually.
He sees where Stiles is moving, and moves into the strike, but at the same time brings his staff around to just barely tap it into Stiles' side.
John is actually silent, Cora forgets how to breathe, and Derek stares right back at Stiles, piercing green on bright brown. ] 4-4.
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No one else got an hour, either.
His mouth quirks up into a little grin, and then someone speaks up--Peter, a little drolly. ] Yes, yes, congratulations, it only took all afternoon. Are you done with this game? Because you've got ten more candidates to try out.
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One of them is covered by Cora, actually, who lets out an "oh come on!" from where she's snapped out of her shock. But he just finally pulls his staff away from where they're positioned, slipping it away slow and easy.
He's been at this for the better part of the afternoon, but one hour made it worth the exhaustion. While he's managed to take down everyone that came before Stiles and keep them down, that doesn't mean he hasn't expended a lot of energy doing it. ]
If you want me to see to the rest of them, I can. [ He finally looks away from Stiles and to Peter, using his staff to gesture at the impromptu candidate. ] But I'm not going to pick any of them.
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Still passed a test. Still is going to be a ranger. (Still going to be killed by his dad before he gets there.) Still is going to be a ranger with Derek Hale, because he wasn't fucking crazy, because Derek saw it too.
There was chemistry--dialogue--between them, the kind of thing that can't be replicated. Stiles can't fucking believe his luck, that he somehow managed to not die, that Derek apparently agreed, and he settles for a slightly less excited gesture because holy shit, now everything just hurts.
Laura claps vigorously and Peter stares at them both. Considers it. ]
It's your death wish. [ Then shrugs his shoulders and turns to leave. ]
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But he turns his attention away from him and down to the pile of limbs that Stiles becomes, raising a brow in... what appears to be faint amusement, before he takes his staff and gently taps it on the top of his head before he moves to walk away and off the mat where his boots are. Faint teasing, after that dialogue. Cora is literally going to die from this afternoon, she swears to god. It would just be the final push if her brother smiled.
John does plenty of smiling and lunges into the mat, very nearly colliding with Stiles and-- ] Your father is going to kill you, Jesus fuck that was amazing.
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[ But before he can actually properly celebrate, he quirks kind of a half sheepish grin at John. ] IIiii'm not doing much celebrating yet, I guess.
...Can you help me up? [ His idea of celebrating is actually either sleeping forever or going to find Derek to talk to him about what just happened. Or something. Or maybe not? Stiles isn't even sure what he'd begin to say.
Laura, however, breaks free from John and hurries to her brother's side. She doesn't even say anything; just smiles at him, innocently ("innocently"), and folds her hands behind her back. ]
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[ But he just laughs bright and sudden, getting up to his feet properly and offering his dear sweet suicidal protege both of his hands to get him standing again. ] Come on, before you're permanently attached to the floor.
[ Meanwhile, Derek goes to take a seat on one of the steps outside the mat and takes a moment to ignore Laura, grabbing his boots so he can pull them on again. He laces up one before he looks up at her from under his brow, knotting the laces securely.
For a brief second he breaks eye contact, looks over to where his sister's boytoy is helping Stiles up to his feet, then looks back at her. There's no denial or attempts to push off the "innocent" look, for once, because it was fairly obvious to everyone that stuck around for the whole hour that there was definitely something there. ] Yes?
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[ If whoever was left in the room wasn't laughing at him before, they sure as hell were now; he winces almost comically and leans on John for support. Everything hurts, and hurts like hell too, and he can feel all the spots where Derek hit him, or flipped him, or knocked him with the staff just throbbing in pain. He hobbles alongside John back towards the lab, or his dorms, or somewhere to avoid the inevitable talk that's coming.
Laura, on the other hand, is grinning like an absolute maniac. She didnt learn that from John--just perfected it. ] So. [ Be afraid of this tone of voice. ] Stiles Styyyylinski.
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[ He pauses, sniffs dramatically. ] And shower.
[ As his expression mirrors Laura's, Derek quietly wonders whose bright idea if was that the two of them meet. He eyes her briefly before pulling on his other boot, working on slowly lacing it up. Maybe he hits a whole hell of a lot harder than Stiles, but it's not as if he's not feeling those strikes that he landed, the exertion from the multiple fights. ] Is that his name?
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[ The tension dissolves and he breaks into a grin, locking an arm around John's shoulders on purpose. Mmmm sweaty college student. ]
[ Laura is looking a little like a pleased shark as she leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed and bouncing a little on her toes as she looks up at the ceiling, letting him put on his boots. ] It is. You know, like the director of MPs, my boss! Stilinski. It's an easy name to remember.
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Woe is me, my assistant has been slain! [ He wails down the hall, loud enough for the Hales to hear even from a distance.
Derek can't help but roll his eyes. At least John has a sense of humor to make up for him and Cora. Shifting, he rocks up to his feet with a soft grunt, tapping the toes of his boots into the floor after. If he could drag this out until Laura lost interest, that would be great. But it's Laura. ] So I should be expecting a stern talking to when he's done ripping into his kid.