Derek? Open the damn door. Jesus. We all thought you were dead. No one's heard from you in days, you giant ass clown.

[Stiles felt the small ping of relief that Derek had actually answered. He didn't want to admit to himself he'd been that worried. But, hey. He had been. So had the rest of them, but Stiles was the only one who'd worked up the balls to go after the previous Alpha.

He was ready to tear into Derek for being a pussy about being 'demoted' to Beta. He hadn't been Alpha long enough for it to go to his head, had he? Not even a year, and he'd been a Beta for all his life.]

Open. Up.

[He punctuated that with a fist to the door.]