F U L L = M O O N = M A D N E S S

It was a complete mindfuck for Stiles to have Derek with them as a teenager. There hadn't been any time to get used to it either, because as soon as he was dug out of the pits of Mexican hell by Scott and Braeden, they knew they had to get him home to Beacon Hills - and to Deaton - to figure out how the fuck to fix him. That was, at least, after Derek finished puking his guts up at the side of Stiles' Jeep and promptly passing out when he was done, causing Stiles to have to catch him and shove him into the back of the Jeep.

Now he was stuck a teenager. Deaton had no idea how to fix him, and Stiles was pretty sure that, despite Kate resorting to these measures for her own gain, she probably had no idea how to fix him either. And if she did, she wouldn't play nice and just give them the solution because Derek was a lot more vulnerable and weak as a wolf in his teenage form. He didn't even know how to really control his transformations at this age. Everything was just one big mess.

None of it changed the fact that they couldn't put off any longer telling him what really happened, and what happened to his family. He was pissed off at them for lying to him, so keeping up that charade wouldn't work at all. They didn't know how long he would stay a teenager, if he could even go back to an adult, and they had to tell him. Derek was taking a shower when Scott came home and agreed the time had come. No more beating around the bush or Derek would be pushed over the edge. Melissa had left cookies and hot chocolate before she made herself scarce, and Stiles was sitting at the table, fidgeting and bouncing his leg anxiously. "This is not going to go well. How can it go well?"