AN: This is AU, and my first try and Sterek, but I am proud. I got this idea from watching Step up 2. RandR please! Also, this is after Erica and Boyd died.

The YouTube link is what they danced to.

watch?v=44MpKWJD-AM

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Stiles was sitting on the couch in Derek's apartment, doodling in the notebook he had from taking notes earlier during the pack meeting. He was drawing a very detailed robot, making noises while doing so. Allison and Scott sat on the floor, whispering to each other, and nuzzling. Derek was at the table looking over some papers, while Issac sat across from him, making origami shapes. Lydia was sitting in a chair painting her nails.

Stiles heard his phone go off playing 'Apple bottom jeans' and he jumped, is notebook falling to the floor. Scott, Allison, and Issac laughed at him, and Lydia and Derek rolled their eyes.

"Dude, is that honestly your ringtone?" Scott asked, shaking his head.

"It's quite catchy, thank you." Stiles defended himself, while checking his phone. "Shit!" He yelled, making everyone stop what they are doing to look at him, curiously, and watched him trip over himself while grabbing his stuff. He was stuffing all his stuff into his backpack, mumbling about his car keys.

"Whoa dude, what's wrong? Is everything alright? Front pocket of your backpack." Scott's eyebrows shot up curiously with concerned eyes.

Stiles checked the pocket and found his keys, and grinned, "Thanks bro, and yeah I just gotta go!" He yelled, running out the door, yelling a quick bye.

The wolves listened to the spastic boy running down the stairs, with confused eyes. They then heard him stop, and then they heard them come back up, and before they knew it, the door was thrown open, and the teenager came in panting.

"Forgot... My phone." He panted out, grabbing his phone off the table, then ran back out.

"What the hell was that?" Lydia asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the door.

Scott cocked his head, listening to Stiles until he couldn't anymore. "I honestly don't know."

"Maybe he forgot he had detention with Harris or something?" Allison thought, looking curious. She shrugged.

The rest of the group looked at each other before going back to their previous projects, not really thinking a about what Stiles was really up too.

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Stiles pulled up to the basketball courts, and hoped out, grabbing his red hoodie, and throwing it on. He locked his jeep, and stuffed his phone into his backpack, making his was to the group of people.

"Yo, Stills, whaddup? Thought yous was bailin, bro." A black man in his late teens to early twenties, called out. He was wearing a black hoodie and baggy grey sweats, stepping forward to bump fists with Stiles.

"Shut up, Ace, Stills wouldn't bail on us. Right?" This time a black girl spoke up, same age range, wearing a cut off top, and low rise baggy pants. She did a handshake with Stiles.

12 people stepped forward to great Stiles, and he gave a smile to them all. He set his backpack with the others and shoved his keys in it.

"Now, we gonna talk, or shake it?" The girl that greeted Stiles earlier yelled out, grinning.

"Ay, Bee, this is my group, I give the orders." Ace yelled, stepping forward.

Stiles stood next to Bee, who grinned up at him, and bumped his shoulder, and Ace took his other side, the others on the sides.

One of the people on the side hit play on a MP3 dock. Ace, Stiles, and Bee started moving fast to the music, moving with the music. Stiles flipped Bee over his head, and she landed perfectly. The other dancers jumped in and started dancing with. There were various flips, and jumps. Stiles then took center, and did a one handed flip, and started dancing by himself, before pulling Bee in, and she grinder against him, and he twirled her.

After about five minutes the group started doing a synchronized dance, of stomping, clapping, and other choreographed moves. Then broke out to dancing again, groups of people doing the same moves.

When the song ended with them in a pose, everyone panting, and in a group, they all cheered, Stiles was grinning, bumping fist with them. They then got back to working on other various dances for two hours. It was about 8 p.m. when they finished.

A few people stood around talking, and Stiles took off his sweatshirt while going to grab his bag when someone came out of nowhere and grabbed it, running away.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" Stiles yelled out, throwing down his sweatshirt and ran after him. Bee, Ace and the others behind him, yelling either to Stiles, or the thief. They chased him down an ally, where he was cornered. "Dude, come on, just give me my bag, please." He pleaded.

"Lil' white ass faggot gone cry?" The thief spat out, "You don't belong in this area. You are on the other side of the tracks. Get where you belong." He scowled at him.

"After you give me my bag, I will." Stiles responded, nervousness evident in his voice, but only a bit, I mean he's fought worse. He stepped forward to grab it, not noticing the sharp object in his hand.

"Stills!" Bee yelled out, noticing it, before he felt it.

The knife slid over his rib cage, blood soaking his shirt. The group lunged forward then, and fought off the man, while Bee and Ace aided Stiles. They got the bag and the man ran. They all gathered around, checking on there fellow dancer.

"You 'ight, Stills?" A tall 16 year old named Crane asked.

"I'm fine, trust me." Stiles responded, standing up, to grab his bag. Once he reassured them all, they left, Ace, and Bee stayed behind.

"Stills, crash at ours, we can fix you up." Bee smiled. "We gots to talk anyway."

Stiles nodded and walked with them to his jeep, where Ace drove them to their house.