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Prompt: Could I maybe please get a little short Sterek something from Greenberg's POV? Like she observes them out on a date one evening or Derek meets Stiles after school or something?

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Horns honk loudly, the rise of displeased voices drawing everyone’s attention to the student parking lot. Greenberg pauses on the sidewalk, tilting her head curiously as she watches Stiles Stilinski fall out of his jeep, rushing to help the older man sprawled out on the ground in front of it. The scent of wolfsbane is heavy in the air and has been for most of the day; she now knows why.

When Stilinski kneels by the man’s side, a thick cloud of blue smoke appears between them, pulsing rhythmically; a heartbeat all its own. McCall turns up a moment later and the three of them seem to have some sort of disagreement but Greenberg is no longer paying attention to them; she’s more interested in the cloud.

Beside her, Finstock groans. “Don’t even think about it,” he hisses, trying to keep his voice low lest a passing student overhear them.

“How can I not?” She asks, turning to look at him. Her eyes are bright with this new possibility. “Look at that potential.”

It’s beautiful, really. Looking at them now, they’re not friends. They’re not even allies. It’s obvious in the way they react to the other’s presence in their space, the glares and scoffs; they can hardly stand to be near each other. It doesn’t stop Stilinski from helping McCall lift him up, though.

They don’t like each other but Stilinski is going to help him - an injured werewolf that could turn feral at any moment - and keep him safe while McCall finds a cure. No matter his feelings, Stilinski won’t let him die.

The smoke dissipates as McCall pulls the man away, setting him into the passenger seat of the Jeep. When Stilinski slides in on the other side, it reappears between them.

As they drive off, Greenberg turns to look at her partner, grinning wildly. The wheels in her head have already begun to turn, eyes bright with possibility.

Finstock sighs. “Retirement means absolutely nothing to you, does it?”

“Forced retirement is different than actual retirement,” she says sweetly. “Besides, a Cupid’s job is never done.”