“So we’ll tell them that I rescued you during the FBI raid,” Stiles said, eyeing the ‘Beacon Hills - 3 Miles’ sign ruefully.
Derek snorted, “Or we could tell them the truth, that you called me to warn me that the FBI was on my tail and kept me updated on the progress so I got out before the raid and then you picked me up the next morning in Maryland.”
“What’s the fun of that,” Stiles rolled his eyes, “Let me be the hero.”
“If we tell them that anyone saved anyone I’m telling them that I saved you,” Derek flicked Stiles on the arm, “It’s my turn to save you.”
“Hey!” Stiles didn’t take this hands off the wheel, “Don’t hurt the driver.”
Derek rolled his eyes this time, “We’ll tell them the truth if they ask.”
“You’re boring Hale, when did you get so boring.”
“When did you decide to harbor another fugitive, you’re an intern with the FBI,” Derek shot back, but he was smiling.
“Anoth- It’s you! It’s the same damn fugitive every time you asshole,” Stiles said, “And what the FBI doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”
“Idiot,” Derek said fondly, “Thank you.”
“For saving me. Again.”
“Oh well,” Stiles shrugged, his voice a little quieter than usual, “I invested so much time into saving your life in high school I couldn’t just let you waste away in federal prison.”
“You’re too kind,” Derek said with a grin.
The Beacon Hills exit loomed large in front of them and Stiles takes a deep breath before he steers the Jeep off the highway.
“Ready or not,” Stiles said sardonically, looking at Derek for a moment.
“We’re ready,” Derek gently squeezes Stiles leg, ignoring the way touching Stiles makes his heart thud, “We’ve got to be.”
“I’m still telling them I saved you,” Stiles said, pulling the Jeep into the parking lot at the animal clinic and grinning at Scott as he put it in park.