The second part to this two-shot! It's smaller than the first one, but I think it conveys the ass-kicking they need.

I didn't know so many people hated Allison. All the fics I read have Allison showing her dimples or smiling cutely. Thanks for restoring my faith! :P

Thanks to those who messaged me about the blurb I wrote. I am in a much better place now and am around friends who love me for who I am.

Edited (finally!) by the lovely sephiroth-heather!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters.

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Scott and Allison were sitting in the Food Court of the only mall in the area. They had linked fingers and were feeding each other food from their plates. The scene looked like it was ripped out of a rom-com movie from the 80s, however it was shattered when a plate slammed down right next to them. They turned to the intruder in outrage which turned to fear, when they saw Derek. Derek had gotten a Happy Meal from McDonalds. He mockingly shook his can of Diet Coke at them, asking, "Do you want a sip of this as well? I sort of share, well no, I don't. But I can make an exception for you." They just shook their heads.

He purposely crunched on the lettuce separately, bit into the fries while moaning over every one of them and slurped his drink noisily. He could see that their temper was rising, but they obviously didn't say anything, because Allison knew the strength of wolves and Derek was Scott's Alpha. Derek finished his soda and crushed the can easily as he said, "So Allison, you think that Stiles speaks too much, huh? That he should 'shut his mouth up with invisible duct tape'?"

Allison stuttered, "It came out in the heat of the moment…I didn't mean it."

Derek smirked. "Well, I'm pretty sure I irritated you more right now than he did then. So how come you didn't tell me to stop making all that noise?"

She murmured, "Because you have a rivalry with my family and I didn't want to start a fight."

"No."

Derek acted like he was a teacher explaining why the student was wrong. He continued, "You didn't tell me anything because you know with one swipe of my hand, you and Scott could die. However, Stiles is your scratching post, right? Every time you want to release your emotions, let's release it on the guy who actually has a disorder and insult him to make yourself feel better, huh?"

Scott was enraged. "Hey Derek, don't talk to her like that!"

Derek turned on Scott and flashed his red eyes for a split second before asking him, "You? You were Stiles' best friend since childhood. This is how you repay him? Someone finally touches your dick apart from you and you don't stick up for him? That isn't a pack value to be cherished, Scott."

Scott was shocked. He said, "I didn't know then. It was too quick for me to say anything."

Allison glared at him, but Scott seemed to feel bad. Derek wasn't in the mood to forgive either of them though.

Derek frowned. "You didn't know whether to support your girlfriend or your best friend, so you kept quiet? Did you even know that Stiles has not spoken to you for a whole week, or have you spent all your time under her skirts or hiding in her closet?"

Allison was angry now. "If I had my crossbow here, you'd be dead by now. So what, Stiles needs to grow up sometime. It's no use sheltering him from the truth. He'd be a pariah in college if he blabbers on like this all the time."

Derek noticed that Scott seemed to reconsider supporting Allison as soon as he heard her bash Stiles even when she wasn't in the 'heat of the moment', as she put it.

He felt a bout of pity for Scott. He had fallen for an Argent woman the same way, and he had also become delusional to anything but her thoughts, but that was no reason for Scott to ignore Stiles for the past week.

He growled, "From now on, unless you want to be courteous and normal with Stiles, you do not talk to him, you do not touch him, you do not stand within a mile of where he is, clear?"

Scott had a scowl on his face as he said, "I'll go to his house and meet him. Uncle John has always let me in. How many times has he let you in, new boyfriend of Stiles'?"

Derek smirked, "Do you think he'll let you in when he finds out that you didn't support him when Stiles was being teased about his ADHD? Especially when I tell him? I hugged Stiles as he cried all night, saying that he should stop talking because everything that came out of his mouth was useless!"

He stood up from the table, picking up his tray, and said, "He can easily discard you. He is worth millions of you. But he loves you, Scott. And that's why you need to go begging. Otherwise I will not let him talk to you, even if that makes me a possessive, controlling bastard."

He created a loud sound as he banged the empty tray against the garbage bin and walked to his car, where he could drive back to where Stiles was waiting for him.

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