Title: Sobriquet

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"You know how I said I didn't like the new guy at work last week? As of today, I officially hate him," Stiles said as he walked into the loft, dumping his bag by the door as he walked to the lounge area.

Derek barely glanced up from his novel; Stiles had been ranting about the New Guy since last week, still fuming over the weekend about the little things he'd said or done (the little things add up, Derek! They add up to equal he's a dick!) "Uh huh. Why's that?"

"He's a complete dick. He talks over people while they're talking, and if anyone has a good idea in a meeting, he'll repeat it for the next ten minutes as though he was the one who thought of it."

"What about the thing last week? Did he steal your scythe again?"

"No, he didn't try that again after I almost fried him. He's the first person I've had to train at work. If he looks bad, then I look bad."

"His actions don't reflect on you, Stiles, even if you trained him, and you know Meg would say the same thing."

Considering his boss had said the exact same thing that afternoon, Stiles had to believe him. He rolled his eyes anyway. "Yeah, but that's not the point, Der-bear."

"You know I hate that sobriquet, Stiles," Derek muttered.

"But you're cute like a bear. And... y'know, have other bear-like qualities," Stiles said, imitating a growl and claws.

Derek rolled his eyes and returned his attention to his book.

Stiles sighed, draped himself over Derek's shoulders, his hands hanging low enough to play with the hem of Derek's shirt. "Five bucks if you kill him."

"What? No, Stiles."

"Why not? I'd kill him for five bucks."

"Then pay yourself. He's a fledgling demon, so he'd just come back with a new host sooner or later."

"I'm hoping for later. Besides, I can't kill him; he called me a werewolf slut, and after the argument we had, people would know it was me. Meg specifically said I couldn't kill him."

"He called you what?" Derek snarled, almost piercing his book with his claws.

"A werewolf slut. Apparently it's the newest slur on the streets."

"Keep your money, I'll kill him for free," Derek snapped, setting his book aside and getting up, jolting Stiles backwards.

"Yes! I hoped you'd say that, so I already found his address. Oh, and Meg totally okayed it," Stiles added, hurrying to his bag to get the slip of paper with New Guy's address.

"She's a top-tier demon, Stiles, of course she okayed it. Hell, Meg will probably get his soul if we kill him enough to de-demonise him."

"She might've said something along those lines," Stiles admitted with a nod. "Ready?"

Derek rolled his neck, cracking it loudly, then his eyes filtered to red. "Ready."

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The end.

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