I think the phone should be a character all of it's own xD Yes or no? :P

"Hey, Derek?" Stiles mumbled after he successfully fought off the blush. The werewolf hummed questioningly. "Before all of this really started to get out of hand," the boy waved, indicating their present surroundings, "we were trying to get food."

"Right," Derek huffed. He looked at Deaton, "What do you want?"

"And how did it all started?" younger Stiles asked while the former Alpha called to order them something to eat.

"Well," the older Stiles shifted to a more comfortable position to be able to look at other people. "I went to the loft, that's like an actual living place instead of an abandoned train stations or burned houses, and Derek told me to turn myself into a merman. In turn I turned him into a puppy. He was sooo adorable." Alpha Derek growled. Stiles ignored him. "Then I called Deaton and he didn't want to help so I sealed his mouth shut. Then Derek got hungry and started to eat me."

"I wasn't eating you," Derek huffed, putting the phone away.

"Lies!" Stiles cried. "I saw how you looked at my tail. All hungry eyes and drooling."

"You're ridiculous," the werewolf stated.

"So I called Scott to bring us some food, but he was busy with Kira, so I turned them both into birds. Then I made a comment about Derek's mom, and bam! she was standing in the loft threatening to eat me."

"She did not such a thing!" Derek protested.

"Whatever. She decided to eat Deaton instead. Then my dad called and told me he was fighting fucking zombies. And then Chris Argent called that Allison was back from the dead as well and then-"

"Whoa! Wait up!" Scott interrupted. "Allison was dead?!"

Stiles flinched, hunching into himself.

"Hey, hey," Derek hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head up so he had to look at the werewolf. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was. It was all my fault!"

Derek sighed in frustration. How could he finally get through that thick scull of his? "Was Boyd and my family my fault?"

Stiles looked at him with wide eyes, desperately clutching at him to reassure Derek that what happened to Boyd and the Hales was definitely not the werewolf's fault. It was all Kate Argent and the Alpha Pack. "No! Of course it was not your fault!"

Derek leveled him with a glare, "Was all the killings Jackson's fault?"

"It wasn't! He was controlled by-"

"Then how in the hell could it be your fault? Especially after you got separated?"

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, but nothing to say came to his mind.

"There. Think about it," Derek ordered, pleased.

"Allison will die," Scott was mumbling brokenly, half wolfed out. The Alpha growled sharply but quietly and the teen werewolf snapped out of his trance. "How did she die? When?" he asked, looking at future people with reddened eyes.

"She was killed in a fight with demons," Derek said regretfully. "Now, there's no point in telling you about these things. You won't remember it anyway and it just... hurts to talk about."

"Okay, so," younger Stiles scratched at his neck, "I don't know... You didn't finish about how my father got to know about werewolves?"

So they spend some time telling small stories from the future events.

"Man," Stiles groaned after good forty minutes passed, "where's my food?"

"Yeah," Scott agreed. "It should be delivered by now."

"Maybe they got lost?" younger Stiles joked.

Derek's phone started to ring.

Derek sighed checking the caller's id, "Yes?"

"Hey," Argent greeted cheerfully. "Thanks for all the food, it was delicious. Unfortunately that means you have to get something to eat by yourself. Cheers!"

Derek growled in irritation. Stiles barely managed to rescue the cell from being crushed to pieces.