Derek Hale/Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski | Rated E | Chapter 2/10
Featuring: Archaeology PhD student Stiles, married Derek/Jordan, full shift Derek, and full shift hellhound Jordan
Derek didn’t make another appearance that weekend, but the wolf-dog did wander through on a few occasions. There was no sign of the Great Dane. At first, Pumpkin stayed off to the edges of wherever they were working, half-hidden in the greenery. Stiles would catch a bit of movement out of the corner of his eye, and there he was: just standing there, staring.
“We’re on his territory,” Tracy commented. “He’s just checking us out, seeing if we’re cool.”
“Seeing if we’re easy prey is more like it,” Hayden muttered.
Saturday, they were cataloging flora in and around the old greenhouse when Stiles finally looked over at the dog and called, “Pumpkin, you want some pets?”
Pumpkin stared at him, assessing.
Stiles sat down on the ground, legs sprawled in front of him, hoping to make a less imposing figure of himself. He regretted it when Pumpkin did decide to come closer, and Stiles remembered that the dog was enormous and towered over him while he was sitting down. He patted the dog’s side as he shifted up to stand on his knees for a better height.
“There you go. Good boy, Pumpkin.” He scratched behind his ears, down to the thick fur on the sides of his neck.
Pumpkin made a sudden move, jolting forward against Stiles and knocking him backward.
“Sorry,” Tracy said in a near-whisper.
Stiles glanced over and saw her and Mason standing a few feet back.
“Didn’t mean to spook you, buddy,” she said, holding her hands out in a placating gesture.
“They’re okay, bud,” Stiles assured him. He got slowly to his feet, watching for any sign that him getting up would scare him off. When it didn’t, Stiles walked back to stand next to the others. “See? I’m vouching for these two. They’re great.” He slung an arm over Mason’s shoulders. “This one snores kind of loud, but – ”
Mason elbowed him. “I told you, you were snoring. You woke yourself up.”
Pumpkin approached slowly, ears pressed back and tail held stiff and low.
“Oh my god, he’s huge,” Tracy laughed as he came closer. Pumpkin was easily chest-height for her.
Hayden called from her spot in the greenhouse: “If you three get eaten, I’m taking the Jeep back to campus!”
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