October 25, 2016 - Advice
Title: Advice
Prompt Choice: Teeth
Pairing/Characters: Derek Hale and Scott McCall
Rating: PG
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 481
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any related characters.
Summary: Scott hates going to Derek for help, but he doesn’t really have anyone else to ask...
Warnings: A little bit of involuntary self-mutilation, callous attitude to injury, cracky
Notes: I’m running short of inspiration, but the end is so very near!
Scott liked to think he was getting better at controlling his shifting. He still had to focus harder than he would like, and he was still getting the hang of some of what his enhanced senses could do, but he wasn’t popping his claws every time he got a little perturbed, so that was definitely progress.
It wasn’t shifting when he didn’t mean to do it that was the problem now; the problem was what to do with himself once he was shifted. He had an embarrassing problem that he didn’t want to go to Deaton about because it was kind of silly, and he didn’t want to go to any of his betas because he was trying to either gain or maintain their respect. It left him with only one option, and he didn’t like it one bit: Derek.
Derek had great control, obviously, but Scott really didn’t like the older werewolf’s methods. After all, it sure seemed like Derek’s philosophy went even beyond “no pain no gain.” It was more like “the more painful the better.” Still, Scott couldn’t go on like he was.
“Hey, Derek.” Scott called in the direction of the loft’s spiral staircase. He could hear Derek upstairs.
Sure enough, Derek came down the stairs a few moments later. “Scott? Is something wrong?”
It really said something about their relationship that Derek only expected Scott to come to him in emergencies. Their relationship wasn’t as frosty as it had been in the past, but they weren’t best friends or anything.
“Kinda,” Scott answered the question truthfully. “Do you ever accidentally hurt yourself while you’re shifted?”
Derek frowned in confusion. “In what way? You know, if it’s just a few scratches or something, it’ll heal pretty quickly, right?” If Scott had a dollar for every time Derek said some variation of “It’ll heal,” he and his mother would be set for life.
“Yeah,” Scott agreed, “it heals, but it still hurts!”
Derek huffed and rolled his eyes. “What are we talking about specifically?”
“Teeth.”
“Teeth?”
Scott nodded, feeling himself flush in embarrassment. “I can’t quite get the hang of talking with my werewolf teeth. I keep biting the inside of my mouth and my tongue.”
Derek’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. Get a mouthguard, like they use for contact sports-”
“What?” Scott interrupted to complain. “I’m not wearing one of those when I shift! They’re so lame looking.”
Derek snorted. “Not for while you’re shifted, Scott. It’ll take up more room than your human teeth alone, just like your wolf teeth do, and you can practice how to talk around it without hurting yourself. You’ll get used to it.”
“That...might actually work. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Derek told him, and Scott turned to leave. “Scott?”
“Yeah?” he asked glancing over his shoulder.
“Get the cheap foam ones. You’ll probably chew your way through quite a few.”
Prompt Choice: Teeth
Pairing/Characters: Derek Hale and Scott McCall
Rating: PG
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 481
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any related characters.
Summary: Scott hates going to Derek for help, but he doesn’t really have anyone else to ask...
Warnings: A little bit of involuntary self-mutilation, callous attitude to injury, cracky
Notes: I’m running short of inspiration, but the end is so very near!
Scott liked to think he was getting better at controlling his shifting. He still had to focus harder than he would like, and he was still getting the hang of some of what his enhanced senses could do, but he wasn’t popping his claws every time he got a little perturbed, so that was definitely progress.
It wasn’t shifting when he didn’t mean to do it that was the problem now; the problem was what to do with himself once he was shifted. He had an embarrassing problem that he didn’t want to go to Deaton about because it was kind of silly, and he didn’t want to go to any of his betas because he was trying to either gain or maintain their respect. It left him with only one option, and he didn’t like it one bit: Derek.
Derek had great control, obviously, but Scott really didn’t like the older werewolf’s methods. After all, it sure seemed like Derek’s philosophy went even beyond “no pain no gain.” It was more like “the more painful the better.” Still, Scott couldn’t go on like he was.
“Hey, Derek.” Scott called in the direction of the loft’s spiral staircase. He could hear Derek upstairs.
Sure enough, Derek came down the stairs a few moments later. “Scott? Is something wrong?”
It really said something about their relationship that Derek only expected Scott to come to him in emergencies. Their relationship wasn’t as frosty as it had been in the past, but they weren’t best friends or anything.
“Kinda,” Scott answered the question truthfully. “Do you ever accidentally hurt yourself while you’re shifted?”
Derek frowned in confusion. “In what way? You know, if it’s just a few scratches or something, it’ll heal pretty quickly, right?” If Scott had a dollar for every time Derek said some variation of “It’ll heal,” he and his mother would be set for life.
“Yeah,” Scott agreed, “it heals, but it still hurts!”
Derek huffed and rolled his eyes. “What are we talking about specifically?”
“Teeth.”
“Teeth?”
Scott nodded, feeling himself flush in embarrassment. “I can’t quite get the hang of talking with my werewolf teeth. I keep biting the inside of my mouth and my tongue.”
Derek’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. Get a mouthguard, like they use for contact sports-”
“What?” Scott interrupted to complain. “I’m not wearing one of those when I shift! They’re so lame looking.”
Derek snorted. “Not for while you’re shifted, Scott. It’ll take up more room than your human teeth alone, just like your wolf teeth do, and you can practice how to talk around it without hurting yourself. You’ll get used to it.”
“That...might actually work. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Derek told him, and Scott turned to leave. “Scott?”
“Yeah?” he asked glancing over his shoulder.
“Get the cheap foam ones. You’ll probably chew your way through quite a few.”