AU: Derek is turned into a cat, and while the Beacon Hills gang tries to find a way to turn him back, Stiles is left to take care of him.
“Wha—why me,” Stiles asked in disbelief.
“Because,” mumbled Scott, “my mom is allergic to cats.”
“Allergic? To cats? Or is it more specific, like ugly werewolf-turned-felines?”
“Come on, Stiles! I can’t take care of Derek.” He looked at Derek out of the corner of his eye, and whispered, “it’s creepy.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows, “And it’s not creepy for me? Dude, what if he’s,” he lowered his voice, “what if he’s got a shy bladder? Hell, would he even know how to—AHHHH!”
Derek flew threw the air and latched onto Stiles’ face, hissing.
In the next few weeks, this would become a habit.
This line slayed me. Rick is so sassy.