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In the Middle

They hadn’t spoken in three months.

The span of time it took for Stiles to fully heal- although the bruises on his face had faded within weeks. He had gotten over the fact that it had been Derek hitting him within seconds because it hadn’t been him.

It was something wearing his body, Stiles could differentiate, he was good at compartmentalization; he was the king of it.

Oddly enough, after the fact, when Scott had blundered onto the scene at the last second and saved the day as was his M.O., Derek had been the one flinching away from Stiles.

No more late night break-ins or threats, hell, no more glances in his direction.

It was as if he was invisible.