#scene12

They were at Scott's after the fiasco at Rory Argent's house because, really, where else did they have to go? Scott's mom apparently knew about werewolves now and was surprisingly calm and welcoming when a pack of them showed up on her doorstep, two of them bleeding pretty horribly. Derek supposed it was a combination of her maternal instinct kicking in with her nursing training, but either way, he was thankful.

Derek was in Scott 's room with his mother, watching as she looked over Erica. Stiles had gone to the bathroom to wash up, having suffered a few wounds himself. Scott was with a sleeping Boyd and everyone else was downstairs, touching base.

"You should go check in with everyone else," Melissa told him eventually, rubbing a wet cloth along Erica's face. "I have things handled here for now."

Derek regarded her silently for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of this."

Melissa gave a huff of laughter. "Can't say I don't wish Scott had made friends under different circumstances, but..." She paused, her face settling into a small smile as she looked at Derek. "You're still his friends. And, in the end, that's all a mother can want for her son to have." Melissa nodded toward the hallway. "Now go. I'll let you know if I need anything, alright?"

Derek returned her nod before stepping out of the bedroom, pulling the door slowly shut. He tipped his back briefly, letting a little sigh out before going down the hall to where the bathroom was, Stiles shut inside. Derek hadn't had much of a chance to pull Stiles aside and talk with him or anything, having been looming over Erica  since they'd arrived. But he hadn't seen Stiles in what felt like forever, and all Derek wanted to do right now was be with him.