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Part 55 of Full Moon Ficlets Part II
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Full Moon Ficlet Prompt #525: Rage
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2023-02-25
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First Clue (Full Moon Ficlet #525 - Rage)

Summary:

Derek comes home to a mess.

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Greetings & Salutations!

Big thanks to Marie for the beta.

Enjoy!

xx-Joey

Don't know 'em. Don't own 'em. Don't show 'em.

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Derek opened the front door of the house and called for Stiles. When there was no response, he raised his eyebrows and checked his phone. They agreed to meet at the house before heading over to John’s for dinner because Derek was stuck on a challenging repair at the garage, and Stiles had plans to have lunch with Scott. It was the first time they’d met in a while, having had a falling out over something before Scott left town to look for other supernaturals.

Derek checked his phone tracking and saw that Stiles, or at least his phone was at home. Frowning, he entered the kitchen and saw Stiles’ keys on the counter. He jumped when he heard Stiles scream and something smashing beneath his feet. He yanked open the door to the basement, flying down the stairs; he would’ve jumped if it didn’t mean bashing his head on the ceiling. 

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw the door to the holding room for new ‘wolves was closed. He heard Stiles again from behind it, followed by another crash, and the door vibrated. Shifting, Derek grabbed the handle and yanked the door open, ducking when a sledgehammer swung in his direction. 

“What the hell?” Derek yelled, too confused to laugh when the weight of the sledgehammer threw Stiles off balance, and he ended up sprawling on the floor.

Derek took in the room. Pieces of brick, tiles, ceramic and other fragile objects covered the floor. Stiles had dust in his hair and goggles over his eyes. His chest heaved with frantic breaths, and Derek could smell the anger rolling off him. He hadn’t seen the room look this bad since they’d locked the feral were-cougar in on her first full moon. 

For the first time, though, Derek understood why Stiles called it the rage room. Derek sighed as Stiles climbed to his feet and picked up the sledgehammer again, aiming for a stack of plates that shattered and went flying across the room and hitting the wall. 

After staring at the mess and controlling his breathing, Stiles took the goggles off and tossed them on the floor by the door. Then he grabbed a broom and started sweeping up, still not looking at Derek. 

Derek sent a text off to John to tell them they would be late for dinner while commenting, “I’m going to guess that lunch didn’t go well.” He ducked when Stiles snarled and whipped the broom toward the wall, but Derek grabbed it before it could break and set it down.

“Gee, what was your first clue?” Stiles asked sarcastically but allowed Derek to pull him into a hug and press a kiss to his hair. They both chuckled when Derek sneezed.

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