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    Stiles wakes up to several things happening at once. The first he notices though is the paw in his gut as Jasper vaults off the bed. Derek is sitting up next to him, phone in hand and listening to a panicked voice. According to the red glow of the alarm clock, it’s only five in the morning.

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    25 Mar 2018

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    The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

    Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

    (In which Stiles gets to the loft just a few minutes sooner in s3e7, and what happens because of it.)

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    28 Nov 2017

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    “Anyway, he’s staying with me for a while,” John says.

    “My place got firebombed,” Matt says, reflexively.

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    23 Apr 2017

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    Bev looked at me, then leaned down further, and said something very quietly in Nightingale’s ear. I’m always going to remember his expression as she spoke. He’s never actually told me what she said. Neither has she.

    I’ve got some pretty solid conjectures, though.

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    02 Mar 2017

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    No, dad. Listen to what I'm saying. Yesterday, I was eighteen. I'm not speaking metaphorically, or about the way I feel or whatever. I was eighteen, we lived in the house on Maple, the last conversation we had was about how fries didn't count as a vegetable and I, uh, wasn't married.

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    03 Jan 2017