Teen Wolf

Galvanize

3x15

In the bright sunshine of Beacon Hills, Danny was on the verge of moving on with his life (or better yet his relationship). Ethan had been far from sight and far from any communications when you wonder about this boy. Now, if we where to think how long it's been since these two love birds been apart lets count. Danny was filled with wonder and confusion and had been over boiled with his waiting. When he and Danny held each other's hand, Danny did not think that would be it; that Ethan would vanish the next day.

Presently, Lydia was seeing Aiden, and somehow she knew where he was during the coyote incident, but sweet, crazy Lydia hadn't seen Aiden for two weeks, but for Danny and Ethan it was four (not counting the two weeks since the coyote in the school which would make it six weeks: A month and a week).

Danny was worried for Ethan and his well being, and what he was up to, but as that time pasted, and as those delicious memories became nothing but memories a cold vulnerability upon him. Apart from his friends, he felt within and without, not knowing, but quietly wondering. What was he doing? Not knowing blinded his thoughts and his heart, only leaving the heat of hormonal needs. And to Danny it was satisfying, but not fulfilling. It was in the brink of nowhere a familiar face of his distant past crept from the shadow of callous high school children was no one other than Danny's Ex (Mr. No Name himself).

Smiled the boy did as he dropped little hints of flirtatious gestures, and to Danny he so weak in the knees jumped to those affections. However, it was nothing more, for Danny himself and his ex they were nothing but satisfiers for each other; a stress reliever. A moment of weakness that set it, a need to escape the confusion, the blindness of distant loved one.

Meanwhile, Ethan and Aiden were arriving to the school. Worries of heated enemies pestered at the twins, leaving them a little on edge. Although, they hope to smooth that edge with reconciliation with Scott himself, but a worry ate at them from their past actions. Arriving at the school so patiently and swift, the twins remove themselves from their motorcycles. Scott looked with a state of confusion.

"You back in school?" asked Scott.

"No," said Ethan, "just to talk."

"Ah!" exclaimed Stiles, swaggering with bouncy step. "That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Where you usually just hurting, maiming, killing."

"You need a pack," said Aiden. "We need an alpha."

"Yeah," moaned Stiles. "Absolutely not. That's hilarious though."

"You came to us for help and we helped," said Ethan.

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually more counterproductive."

"Why would I say yes?" said Scott.

"We add strength. We'll make you more powerful," explained Aiden. "There's no reason to say no."

Stiles wildly rolled his eyes.

"I can think of one," said Isaac swaggering forward. "Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact I don't know why we are not impaling them right now."

Mustering up his rage Aiden quietly remembered what Deucalion told him about Isaac's background. When Isaac became a werewolf he not only attacked Stiles (Scott's best friend), Scott himself (for Derek's orders), Allison (when she tried to protect Lydia), and he tried to kill Lydia as well with false information. Aiden couldn't quite see how Scott trusted some overbearing werewolf who not only oversteps his welcome, but tries to come off as some saint; he also couldn't understand the normal teenage boy (Stiles) who keeps speaking for Scott. All these things overlooked sent Aiden slight over the edge. Flaring his dark brown eyes into a cold steel blue, he protruded his sharp fangs at Isaac menacingly with a grunted gesture, and saying, "You wanna try."

Aiden and Isaac took a step toward each other, but not too close for Scott had took Isaac's wrist, pulling him back.

"Hey sorry, but they don't trust you," said Scott, "…and neither do I."

With heated end between the group, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac had begin walking to their classes. However, not without Isaac given the twins a clever look of "Not gonna happen" as he walked between them.

"What now?" asked Ethan.

Aiden stepped for a moment with searching eyes; he stopped, looking over to the school sign. He smiled with a smart idea.

"No," said Ethan, for he knew his brother was onto something he wasn't having. "No way."

"We never finished."

"And we don't have to—"

"What if I want to?"

"You—you seriously want to go back to high school! Is this about Lydia?"

"This is about getting Scott to change his mind. We're not just betas anymore we're omegas—the bitches, remember? And when everyone we screwed over finds out we don't have a pack anymore, what do think is gonna happen..? We're dead on our own."

"Dead is still better than being back in high school," he breathed. "I'm not doing it. No way…"

As Ethan was about to walk away with his mind made up, he searched his brother's eyes with a small agitation growing within him. Aiden said nothing as he looked at him and back to his secret bait for his brother.

"What?" Ethan retorted.

He whirled his head around, and to his surprise but to his delight, he saw Danny sitting on the bench with a smile he once upon a time kept a close eye on. Although a slight jealous pinched his heart as he quickly turned his head back around with a quick decision already made on the tip of his tongue; he said "I'm not taking math."

"I'll take it for you," Aiden replied smartly.

Ethan gave one more look at Danny and he was sure this was what he was coming back for. Although a slight nervous edge sat within his thoughts: What would their first interaction be for his return?

Later in class, Danny sat quietly in his sit, wondering where Coach was—

"SON OF A BITCH!" Coach screamed. He stormed through the door yelling, "Mischief Night! Devil's Night! I don't care what you call it! You little punks are evil. You thinks it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged! A man's house is supposed to be his castle!" Coach smashes a book on Scott's desk. "Why'd don't you flick an omelet?!" he turns steadily around to a small present and says, "Oh this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so."

Coach takes the tiny present and drops it to the ground. Immediately, he stomps hard—

CRUNCH!

Coach Finstock looks shock to the sound of glass shattering beneath his foot. He reaches down to find now a broken mug that said: #1 Coach. He finds a colorful peaceful piece of paper that reads, "Happy Birthday. Love, Greenberg."

Staring straight, Danny sees a flicker of hand gestures motioning around on his side. He looks over to see Lydia flailing the air to nothing. With another flourish of her hand she turns to see him staring deeply with wonder.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"There's a fly," she says.

And Danny again gives her another nervous face of confusion.

She's so odd, he thought. I don't know why I even bother.

Meanwhile, during a free period the heat was on, and the boiler room was the place for all things scandalous. Danny and his ex were cloaked in the blue shadow, lips connected with wetted kiss. For Danny it didn't feel like it once did, like it had meaning…It was just a kiss; nothing more, nothing less. As they continued so quietly, footsteps lingered around the corner.

Ethan and Aiden shared the blue shadow as they moved through it, listening for anyone nearby. Ethan heard something, but strangely he didn't know if it was what he was searching for or was it what he was searching for (Danny subconsciously).

As Ethan jolted pass the corner and saw the boy he still held quiet feeling for, a new feeling set in, a feeling that inflamed his belly as he saw the other boy. However, Ethan did not attack for the shock on Danny's face was surprise to see he was back.

Oh sweet Jesus, Danny thought. This is not happening—this is not happening.

"Oh really…?" Ethan said, but the way he uttered it was quite the mystery. Ethan gaped at Danny's face of awe as he stared with deepen thoughts in his eyes.

Aiden so childishly laughed behind his brother's back as he quietly left the scene.

As Danny looked with embarrassment, Ethan looked as a wolf would look at its mate: possessive and mystified. Ethan was mad, but so not much for himself. In this single stare he gave Danny, it sent a signal that many wouldn't be able to recognize so quickly, but this spoke loudly and as proudly saying: (You're mine)….