[ stiles is wearing his ring. of course he is - as far as derek can tell, he never takes it off. stiles claps his hand to his mouth, and he's wearing his ring, and derek's nerves just - go. nothing's really scary, when he remembers stiles has that ring. ]

Yeah.

[ yeah. he built her. derek nods, kind of sheepish, stopping dead in his tracks and leaning back against doscoe's rear tire. suddenly, he gets pale, and he rapidly shakes his head. ]

I mean - don't get the wrong idea. I didn't... slap her together with scrap metal and duct-tape, or anything. I just... found compatible parts from other cars and pieced her together. She's very Frankenstein's monster. Or, like - the Were-car from Futurama. She's as much of a mishmash of parts as she is a mishmash of references.

[ derek walks back around to the front of the jeep, still holding his phone pretty high above his head to show everything off. the more he does this, the prouder he feels. the more accomplished. he holds his phone up to the drivers window and shows stiles the interior - the same leather seats, the same fucking cupholders. it's...

it's honestly kind of amazing, the attention to detail that went into it. the accuracy. derek remembers so much about roscoe. he didn't have stiles to bounce ideas off of while he was making it, scott isn't here to field any questions he might have - it's amazingly accurate, and derek's been incredibly nervous he'd use the wrong shade of paint or make the interior a different color or something, but it's... good. it's good. he did a good job. ]

She should work. I've done some tests. Everything looks good.

[ oh, and - he unlocks the door, reaches in, and beeps the horn. beep beep. same fucking horn and everything. that one was pretty easy to pick out - you don't forget the sound of a fucking horn when it gets blasted in your ear after stumbling into a school parking lot because your psycho ex shot you in the arm with wolfsbane and you need help getting cured. ]

And, uh. Yeah. She's yours, if you want her.