#gonethroughhale

Scott winced as the snowball pelted into the side of his jacket, he fell, rolled under the branch's and grabbed a handful, pressing into the tree behind him as he moulded the snow into a rough ball. He cleared his senses and listened carefully, but he could hear no sign of Derek. Scott licked his bottom lip, and caught the lingering taste of Allison's lip gloss. He wondered what his girlfriend was up to, they'd been split up a long time ago trying to defend their fort, and it was only fair, werewolf chasing werewolf while human fought human. 

Stiles and Allison would be fine, but Scott had his hands full with Derek. A soft crunching noise to the left of him and Scott ducked right, straight into the arms of Derek, who immediately rolled them, pressing Scott into the pile of snow in the little clearing Scott had been hiding from. Scott laughed and tried to struggle away but Derek was heavy, and his infectious giggles didn't help matters. 

'Oh no you don’t!' Scott said twisting and catching Derek's arm, hauling him down and stuffing a handful of snow down his shirt before scrambling away. He could hear Derek behind him, but he scooped up handfuls of snow as he ran, twisting around a tree again to use it as a shield while he fired his ammunition. Derek let out a growl and Scott yelped, sprinting back towards the house, where more snow lay on the ground. 

He could feel the unusual terrain pulling on his legs as he moved, trying and failing to pull him down. Derek was behind him, but when he veered off course Scott's heart thudded, wondering what he was up to. Scott kept on course, the sight of Stiles's jeep piled high with the white stuff fuelling him as he ran. 

Allison pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulder and clutched her mug, taking a sip of the chocolate Stiles had made. She should have known Stiles would be a genius when it came to something this sweet and gooey, he managed to heat marshmallows to the right temperature, the consistency of chocolate, if she wasn't hopelessly in love with Scott and Stiles wasnt head over heels for Derek it could be a match made in heaven. 

The sight of her boyfriend scrambling towards the house had her heart skipping a beat, and she didn't think that would ever change. She didn't even have time to shout out and warn him as several balls of snow caught him in the side of the head. Clearly Derek had remembered the fort he and Stiles worked on that morning, and more importantly the ammunition they had made. She giggled when his hat flew off, but Scott carried on, a determined look in his eyes.

Scott skidded to a halt at the back of the jeep and grabbed the three balls he'd hidden behind the wheels. It was cleaver of Derek to draw him away from the house, but most of the preparation work Scott and Allison had done this morning was around the cars, where the most shelter was. Allison, just the thought of her warmed his heart. He could imagine her...

'Gotcha!' Derek called landing on Scott and pressing handfuls of snow down his jumper. 

'Yield!' Scott screamed. Derek paused and sat up, peering down curiously.

'Really?' Derek asked with his head cocked to the side. 

'Nope.' Scott said and Derek's eyes widened when a pile of snow was dumped on his head, and Scott flipped them, gaining the upper hand. 

'You think I'm just going to give in?' Derek asked raising an eyebrow. Scott grinned at him and shook his head. 

'I'd be disappointed it you did Derek, I just think we should call a truce for the night, it’s getting dark and...'

'You're a werewolf Scott!' Derek said and Scott burst out laughing. 

'Whatever you say Hagrid, if you don't want to truce then...' 

Scott, using all his werewolf abilities shot off Derek, who, just as Scott wanted, lay in the snow for a few seconds more, just enough time for Scott to jump to the other side of Stiles's jeep and give it a shove, a little tap really, just enough that the snow on the roof would land on the other side. Scott rushed around his eyes wide, to see the results. Inside the house he could hear Stiles and Allison laughing, and Derek groaning. His head burst through the pile of snow, wet hair plastered to his head. He glared at Scott and pushed the ice out of his face. 

'We finish this tomorrow.' Derek snarled. 

'I thought we were finished...' Scott said trotting towards the house. Allison was there to guide him upstairs to a bedroom, and moments later he heard Stiles greeting Derek at the door with a giggle and a kiss.