A/N:sooooooo! I know I should be finishing my series or one shots that I promised to finish but so far I haven't liked anything I have been writing for them. I am close, however to picking something to finish off the Puppies series, I may just to one long chapter to finish it off. Still deciding, anyway this popped into my head and I wrote it down before I forgot. Enjoy as I brainstorm.

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So maybe he shouldn't have been walking around in the forest, but really it's better than staying in his room and being upset there.

Stiles liked being in his room, because it's his room; I mean of course he would like it, it's his room.

The only thing is that Stiles likes his room just fine but he needed space, thus the woods, forest, trees; lots and lots of trees and nearly not there trails and no wonder people get lost out here.

So maybe it wasn't what anyone in town would do, because wolves and mountain lions and just things, but the people in town weren't Stiles and he is very grateful for that, but Stiles would totally come walking through.

And then there's the little fact about being upset.

Now Stiles may be moody at the worst of times and hyper at the best but upset didn't really register all that often, sure frustrated and annoyed but not upset.

So here he was, walking around in the woods, his jeep somewhere off the main road.

Stiles like to think that he was pretty put together, which has nothing to do with his clumsiness, cause see being put together and having a great sense of balance were two different things and Stiles knows this.

Hell, he has accepted the fact that he would most likely out grow his dad and stay unbalanced and uncoordinated for the rest of his life.

Half the time he felt like Gumby.

Did that make Scott Pokey?

Or maybe the other way around, yeah … cause as much as Stiles loved Scott(he is his bro after all) he could ever really see Scott as being the smart one.

Yeah, so back to the woods were Stiles likes to run around and pretend to haunt the large rocks.

Now this is where he makes the first mistake, not a real mistake like 'oh crap I forgot to add the equal sign to the conversion now Harris will take off a letter grade!' but more of a 'forgot to put the laundry into the dryer last night, now I need to wash it again…damn it!'

Because Stiles tends to lack certain subtleness and general stealth (also the fact that he needed those skills in this particular situation) lead him to make these mistakes.

Now, the mistakes were just small everyday Stiles kind of things like not shutting up; speaking to loudly, falling over his feet and sometimes (in his small blind rage/tantrum/upset … ed … ness …es) running into trees.

These where just everyday things that he would have never thought mattered until now; now being him sitting on a large rock facing some chick after she clocked him.

Oh Stiles had been hit before, hell! He had even been hit by girls before but he had never, in his Jackson tormented life ever rounded a boulder and been punched in the nose by someone.

So it happened to be a girl, so it happened to be a short girl, so it happened to be a short, slightly cute, girl who happened to looked sorry, amused, and angry at the same time.

Now he was sitting on a large rock (after being helped to it) and cradling his face, (and his bloody nose which hurt to even touch, fuck! How was he going to explain this to his dad?) The girl was standing in front of him her arms crossed, hip cocked, and face blank.

It didn't really matter what she was feeling at the moment or the small flashes of regret she showed because he, Stiles, was not looking; he was in too much pain to look, he was in shock, so much so that he wasn't speaking.

The girl was about to ask him something but he could careless because he finally got his bearings and thus his voice back.

'What was that for!' he finally looked up into wide eyes and green eyes.

'I mean I can understand punching someone in the face if you think they are about to fuck with you but come on! You don't just pop out from around a corner and pop someone in the face like that man, so not cool, not cool at all. Who are you even? Why are you out here in the middle of the woods punching innocent people in the face, than trying to act all cool? Huh, who do you even think you are? Like Thor or something, cause let me tell you, we are not in a comic book and even if you have a freakishly strong punch you are not a Norse God, do you understand? Hey! I'm asking if you understand me, just don't stand there.'

Now Stiles was a chatter box, you could ask anyone in town, so he often took new people by surprise by his general lack of oxygen; it wasn't shocking if you were Scott, or Melisa, or his dad, but it was considered one of the world's hidden mysteries to the town folk.

So when he started speaking to this mystery, aggressive, paranoid girl from the woods, she could only stand and listen; her eyes getting wider and her eyebrows rising, trying to inch into her hair line.

'You are on my property.' She says it not unkindly but not exactly nicely either and Stiles just glares at her for a moment.

'Well you were just all up on MY property a moment ago so I say we're even!'

Now Stiles may be smart, but it was never said that he knew when to shut up, well yes it was, or well, his inability to shut up.

'I'm sorry, now leave.' She was still standing with her arms crossed and hip cocked.

'Jesus! Fine, thanks for the help by the way, I really wanted a nearly broken nose and a reason to have my dad panicking about assholes in the woods.' And he was up and moving back around the boulders and smaller big rocks to the mostly invisible trail he had used to get there.

Now Laura Hale wasn't usually rude or highly aggressive, no that was usually her younger brother, but she had freaked, lost in her own thoughts and not paying attention.

So when she hears footsteps and muttering, right around the corner, not a foot away, she panicked.

Punched the intruder in the face to help her feel safer, help her make up for not hearing him approach; once the damage was done though, she felt worse, he was just a kid, probably sixteen, it looked like he hadn't quite finished growing into his limbs just yet.

Then when she was going to ask him what he was doing he had yelled at her, made her feel worse then she already felt.

So Laura wasn't usually rude, but she had been to cover up her frustration and guilt, which seemed to only make things worse, then he was leaving and she was left cursing and trying to reason with herself about not going after him; she lost.

So that's how simple mistakes lead to the situation at hand; Laura jogging after Stiles and calling out for him to wait up, yeah, as if.