a man may make a remark
Derek's an alpha, the Argents are back in town, Stiles's magic won't listen to him, and if that's not enough, fucking nature nymphs are popping up everywhere. Stiles didn't sign up for this shit.
"Can't you do something?" he pants, and Stiles hates everything.He slings Scott's arm over his shoulder, "Not really, no, because right now I can do impossible things, mountain ash, and make coffee, that is the extent of my magical abilities for the foreseeable future.""Well, you're useless," Scott says, and Stiles doesn't answer, because there's two of them closing in, and running away was stupid to begin with, but it was their only hope. Stiles drops Scott to the ground, has no idea how to protect him from both sides. There's a moment while they circle them, and Stiles hopes the alphas are going to play with them, that they'll survive long enough for the Hales to get here.