a bit of a fixer upper
Summary: The Hale skiing resort is known for coaching skiers and snowboarders that have various levels of experience. Nevertheless, it’s rare – it never happened before, as far as Derek knows – that Talia would decide to coach someone who’s technically too old to be starting in competitive skiing or riding. On top of that, the kid comes in too close to the competition season, and suddenly the finely honed training system is threatened.
The last thing Derek needs this close to tournaments is a distraction. No matter how talented or attractive, the kid that his Mom has decided to coach is going to be just that, and Derek is already unimpressed, before the guy even gets to the resort.
aka The One Where there’s a lot of snow, nobody builds a snowman, and Stiles is the distraction that Derek doesn’t need.
Derek/Stiles || PG || 12k || AO3
“Someone’s gotta go pick up Mom from the airport!”
The rest of the house is suspiciously quiet, and Derek sighs in his spot on the comfortable couch in the living room. Laura’s yell made it very clear that it’s not going to be her driving in the fresh snow, and with the lack of response from the rest of the house’s occupants, Derek figures that he’ll be the one who’ll end up “volunteering”.
He tries to stay quiet though, just in case Peter decides to go for the drive – unlikely as that is – or Laura takes it on.
“Flight’s landing in two hours,” Laura says more pointedly, this time from the entrance to the living room, looking directly at Derek.
He raises an eyebrow, refusing to move until Laura actually says that she wants him to go and drive their mother from the airport.
“Derek,” Laura starts when she catches on to what he’s waiting for. “Der-bear, brother dearest,” she speaks with an overly sweet tone, the one she normally reserves for special instances of driving him crazy. “Would you be ever so kind and collect our mother from the airport. I would be so very grateful.”
“Why can’t you go?” Derek asks with an overly innocent tone.
Laura pauses, and Derek looks at her expectantly, a smirk tugging on his lips as he waits for what she’ll come up with as an excuse. Just then, Cora barges into the living room, ski boots in hand, neon pink socks a bright contrast to her black ski pants, She skids to a halt between Laura and Derek, and turns to her sister.
“Are we going? Peter said you’re bringing me to see Deaton before training,” she blurts out, like she doesn’t realise or care that she’s interrupting a conversation.
“That’s why,” Laura says, looking over Cora’s head at Derek. “Come on sis, let’s get going, before Derek decides to duck out of collecting Mom.”
“Oooh, Mom’s home today? Awesome! She’s way better at coaching than Uncle Peter,” Cora says, not bothering to be subtle, even though they’re all aware that their uncle isn’t too far away, and most likely within earshot.
Derek snorts, and sees Laura’s shoulders shake with laughter. It’s something that has been a cause of several arguments in their family. Peter won’t acknowledge that Talia’s approach gets better results, especially with younger skiers and snowboarders, and he keeps using Derek as an example of his success. There usually is someone who points out that Derek did most of his training alone, with very little guidance from his uncle. And in response to that, Peter stomps off in a huff, prompting Talia to point out his lack of patience, and refusal to accept criticism.
They wait for the inevitable outburst of indignation at Cora’s words, but the house remains quiet. Derek suspects that it’s because Peter wants to avoid a drive to the airport way more than Laura and Derek do.
“Fine, okay, I’ll go get Mom,” Derek finally relents when Laura glances at him again.
He gets off the couch and heads for the front door, shoulders hunched in defeat.
“Don’t take the Camaro,” she tells him when he’s almost out of earshot. “Mom’s bringing the new snowboarder, remember?”
Derek curses under his breath. He loves the Camaro, and tends to take any opportunity to drive it when Laura doesn’t monopolise it. She got it as a present a few years ago, with the condition that she lets Derek borrow it. It usually involves a complicated exchange of favors, unless she’s caught up with her own or someone else’s training session. But there’s no way Derek can fit Talia and another person with full luggage in that car.
With a huff, he reaches for the keys to the Range Rover that no one likes to drive unless it’s absolutely necessary. It was their father’s gift to Talia years ago, before he left, but it’s way too big to navigate anywhere but on highways and in the forest. It does have space for luggage however, and with the fresh snow on the roads that’s still falling and unlikely to be cleared all the way to the Hale lodge, it’s a better option.
If questioned, Derek would say that he absolutely didn’t slam the front door closed on his way out, and that there must have been a draft that caused it to shut with a loud bang.
The door can’t comment, after all.