Stiles had been trying to balance his time lately between school, his dad, Scott, Deaton, and Derek, all seeming to need him just as much and all of them almost wearing him completely thin. Thank god for Adderall. He'd been at home for most of the afternoon since it was a weekend, and he'd been practicing something Deaton had told him to. Druid work was unbelievably hard, but sometimes it had its payoffs. Like now.

He wanted to show Derek, since as Derek's emissary (oh my god, how weird was that), he figured the Alpha had the right to know first. So he showed up at the loft, bouncier than usual and with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried. "Hey, Derek? Derek. Derek!"