The first dream came two days after the formal. Lydia was attacked by crazed alpha Peter and Stiles hadn't even thought twice about trading himself for her life. He didn't give the nightmare-like dream a second thought. He would never kill Scott or Derek, but the traumatic events of that night had his mind spinning. His dream wasn't surprising or worrisome, so Stiles kept it to himself. The second dream came the night he first encountered the kanima. He killed the kanima, and then Derek. In each dream, he had been skillfully trained and filled with exhausting hatred. The third and fourth dreams came two weeks later, he woke up with panic attacks. He had killed the entire pack, Chris Argent at his side.

He won the lacrosse game, he was the hero. Lydia was cheering for him. It was his moment, finally. The lights went out and he was grabbed. Gerard tried to convince him to start training with Allison, said Stiles would be a natural hunter. Stiles didn't have to think about his answer, it was a firm no. Psycho grandpa used his face for a punching bag, trying to change the boy's answer. It was still no. He started avoiding everyone after that. Lydia came over the next day, he sent her away. Scott called and texted multiple times, he turned his phone off. Derek showed up, he locked his window and closed the blind. Put in ears buds and shut out the world.

He had yet another dream that night. He wasn't a hunter, he was the hunter. The leader, the big man in charge, the psychopath. It thrilled him, his blood hummed with contentment and he desired that feeling of power he had in his dream. He was shaken. It scared him how much enjoyed the deaths of his friends, even if it was just a dream.

He ended up caving in and called Melissa McCall at work. Everyone was alive, Gerard was alive. Jackson was alive, and no longer a kanima. Their egos were bruised and though they hadn't exactly lost, they hadn't won either. Boyd was back and readjusting well. Erica was back too, but she wasn't doing as well. Stiles shut out the guilt he felt. It was for the best, he told himself.

Stiles sighed loudly as he ran a shaky hand through his growing hair. He couldn't focus and he couldn't sit still, he couldn't stop himself from missing the people that he had to distance himself from. They had finally given up on him. It was for the best, he told himself, he wouldn't put anybody at risk. Angry with himself, he hated feeling helpless and so weak. As much as some part of him didn't want to, he made the choice to get to know them. Get to know him because he was his mother's brother. And Stiles desperately wanted to know the hidden things about her, but he wouldn't endanger the pack with his selfishness. He knew it was for the best, especially with psycho grandpa stalking him and Chris having a tough time staying neutral about the whole ordeal.

Derek made it harder and Stiles ignored it unknowingly. He knew there was something between them. Some sort of chemistry locked inside both him and Derek. Stiles refused to label it, he didn't spend any time dwelling on it and over-analyzing every little thing that has happened between them. He knew it wasn't like that. He's not going to say it's because he's not gay. He actually wasn't very sure where he was on that; his first kiss was actually with another boy when he was thirteen. Stiles is smart and knew there was more to sexuality than gay and straight. He knew Derek was attractive and he wouldn't deny it. It was obvious even to straight guys, that Derek was good looking and had a body close to Greek God status. Stiles could say truthfully though that he wasn't sexually attracted to the alpha werewolf. They were quite a pair, Derek and Stiles made an excellent team. And he honestly thought all the difficulty of letting go was all in his head due to the hard decision he made. They became some sort of friends and somehow had begun to fill the voids in each others lives.
But it was no longer enough for Stiles and Crazy Gerard's bomb drop made it possible for him to have a little more.

~X~X~

Summer was over. It was Friday, the end of the second week in the new school year. Stiles shut the classroom door quietly behind him. The last thing he wanted was Mr. Harris on his back again. Of course he stopped talking and looked to Stiles with utter hatred written across his face. He met Mr. Harris' glare with his own annoyed expression; he was no longer intimidated by the hateful teacher.

"Sorry for interrupting" he muttered. This quieter Stiles was a fresh development, one that many of his peers found too strange to enjoy.

"Mr. Stilinski you're tardy again, detention after school" Mr. Harris told him.

"Principal Argent gave me a pass" responded Stiles as he handed over a crumpled, white piece of paper.

The teacher looked disgusted, "detention Stilinski".

Stiles sucked his teeth. "Bullshit!" The class seemed to stir at the mention of the curse word. "I have a pass, so, I won't be showing up to detention."

"Watch the attitude or we'll have to make a trip to Mr. Argent's office" Mr. Harris hissed.

"Okay, fine by me. Considering he gave me the pass you refuse to accept, I doubt I'll get in any trouble."

"I will have to bring up your missing work and how disrespectful you are towards me" he replied with a wicked grin.

"That's a damn lie, we've only had four assignments. I'm missing one and that's Monday's, I was sick, and I actually have it right here. Completed and ready to be turned in. One frickin worksheet!" Stiles was getting angry.

"Not according to my grade book, you don't have any of the homework in. And you were supposed to turn Monday's assignment in on Wednesday." Mr. Harris chuckled.

"You Goddamned liar! What kinda teacher- I've never had a late assignment for any of your classes! I have made sure that I've handed everything in on time, you asshat, because I knew you'd probably try something like this."

"Maybe you should calm down Stiles," Scott suggested.

"Maybe you should shut the hell up! I don't need your two cents" he sneered loudly.

"Swearing, Stiles, add that to the list. Please keep making my case" Mr. Harris grinned.

"You stupid prick" Stiles lunged at him.

It was intervened, but not by his so-called best friend. Danny's arm was resting against his waist and he was speaking into Stiles' ear.
Stiles shouldn't be as surprised as he was, he and Danny had become friends during the summer.

"You're smarter than this. I'm sure you know the trouble this could cause for you Stiles. Go home or wherever and calm down. Something's clearly been going on. It's obviously stressing you out and starting to get the best of you. Take the day and forget for awhile."

"I don't want you in my classroom! Get out and don't come back" Mr. Harris shouted.

Stiles tuned the irate teacher out. Danny's hand had traveled to his hip and he was all too aware. Stiles' heart was still beating fast and his breathing was still heavy, and it wasn't completely due to his anger. Danny had a thing for him. Jackson let it slip once, while threatening him. He somehow knew nothing would ever happen between Danny and himself, but he was, indeed, attracted to him. The lust between them was undeniable and Stiles wished it were different. It'd be easy for them; they'd be happy.

"Now, Stilinski, or I will go get the principle myself. I'm sure he'll want to be informed of such behavior" Mr. Harris stated.

"You better get out of here" Danny told him, "find a place that will calm you down some".

"Yeah, that's a good idea" Stiles nods.

"I'll get a hold of you later to make sure you're okay" Danny removes his hand from Stiles, but doesn't move.

"I'll probably just go to the weight room for a while, work off some steam" he told Danny.

"I didn't think you worked out, but I guess you'd have to" Danny stated with reddening cheeks.

"It's a new thing actually and I'm not a big fan so far" a smile tugging at Stiles' lips. "Think it's a waste of time, really."

"Says you" Danny smirked. "It doesn't come as natural for most of us."

"It's all in the gene pool" Stiles stated with a smug smile.

"I see I'll have to call in a certain sheriff father" Mr. Harris bellowed.

"I'm going!" Stiles yelled. "Seeya around Danny."

~X~X~

Stiles was angry; the fat drops of sweat glistening his body went unnoticed. Three Days Grace blared from the old stereo, his preferred anger music. He grunted and continued to punch the heavy punching bag, muttering words of hatred.

What did he ever do to Harris? It's like the teacher has had it out for him since the beginning.

He's unsure why he yelled at Scott. Yeah, he was still mad at the way his best friend had drifted. He hated that he wasn't able to stop it, but the anger Stiles had felt in the moment was beyond that. It was completely different. He had resented Scott, wanted him wiped from the planet. Hated him, not because he was easily replaced by Isaac, no, Stiles hated Scott because of what he was. He deserved nothing short of death. He was scum. All werewolves were monsters and deserved a painful death. It was a new concept, a thought that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Stiles and Scott were no longer friends, but Stiles didn't want him dead. And the whole all-werewolves-must-die attitude that kept coming and going was making everything even worse. It was Gerard's fault, but he wouldn't say that he regretted it.
He couldn't regret it. He needed this, he had wanted this. It was too late to go back and he had to be okay with it, so he would be. Stiles didn't want to train, he hated it. Hunters could be just as evil as werewolves and he had nothing against werewolves. He had had werewolf friends. He didn't complain when the meetings turned into hunters training, even though he never wanted it. He accepted it and his objections were buried away.

When grandpa Crazy called him into the office on the last day of school last year and told him, Stiles called him a crazy old liar. But Principle grandpa pulled out proof. Lisa Stilinski, wife of John Stilinski and mother of Gemin Stilinski was born Lisabeth Argent, the daughter of Eileen and Gerard Argent and big sister to Chris and Kate. His heart dropped and he ran out of the principle's office. Stiles wanted to get to know them. He had a grandpa and an uncle and a cousin, family he didn't know he had. He wanted to know them, wanted to know his mom. He hadn't intended on things happening the way they did, but he couldn't find it in himself to say no. Instead, he found himself breaking all ties to the pack and the friends he knew he'd miss.

He tore the gloves off, working out wasn't helping getting his mind off things. It wasn't helping him calm down. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and the rest of his face. Stiles grabbed his bottle of water and drank some. He grabbed his gym bag and flipped the light switch down.

~X~X~

Stiles couldn't force himself into going back to his classes; he found himself behind the wheel of his jeep. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. He was idling in the cemetery, his mother's headstone in sight. Focused on his labored breathing, Stiles didn't notice Peter slipping into the passenger seat.

Unbeknownst to Stiles, Peter never stopped watching him. He never gave up on him.

"Is this really the right place for you right now Stiles?" Peter asked softly.

"My God! Get out!" Stiles practically jumped out of his skin. His heart was beating fast, he could feel the panic attack coming.

"It isn't the right time for this. Your mother's grave is only going to make things worse. You know you're in the wrong place, you're avoiding the place you really need to be."

Stiles didn't say anything, his breathing quickened. Irrational thoughts filled his brain, he blinked back the tears that he didn't know why he was shedding.

"You're not ready for this, you won't be able to handle it. You don't really want to go to your mother's grave feeling like this. The things going on right now, she tried to prevent them. She wouldn't have wanted this life for you."

"And what do you know?" Stiles sneered. "Nothing. You don't know a thing Peter. Quit acting like you do. You went crazy after the fire that killed your family."

"That's where's you are wrong. I know more than you think, I know more than the Argent's. Yeah, I might have went a little crazy after I lost everything. I wanted revenge for my deceased family and some people got in the way. You abandoned your friends for the people who are trying to kill them, you are training to kill them. Liss wanted her past a secret, but you let yourself get sucked in. How do you think she'd feel about that? You don't get to look down at me; we both know what it feels like lose ourselves to our weaknesses." Peter told him, less than gently.

With shock, his panic attack subsided. Stiles looked to Peter, who was watching him carefully. "You knew my mom?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, I met her when she was almost eighteen. She was a firecracker. We were...best friends." He inhaled deeply. "She died around the time of the fire actually. Our relationship was similar to yours and my nephew's. And she always managed to bring me back to reality, I kept a level head on her shoulders. She was stubborn and had a fierce temper, Liss was so damn witty." He was smiling, that faraway smile that shines in your eyes.

"You knew my mom. You guys were close."

"You're a lot like her in many ways and you should be proud of that. She was an amazing person. She kept everyone on their toes, including your dad. She was happy not being a hunter, she never would have gone back. You were never supposed to have this life Stiles."

"So you know? Everyone, they must hate me so much. I can't, it has to be this way." Stiles focused on his hands, couldn't bring himself to look at Peter.

"No. Nobody knows, just me. It's not my business to tell them; I do my own thing. I understand why you think you have to do this. I can't stop you, but I know a person who could get to you. You shouldn't be training, you weren't meant to be a hunter." Peter placed his hands on Stiles' hips, lifted him up and slid into the driver's seat.

Stiles wasn't strong enough to stop him, he didn't even realize what was happening until it was already done.

"The hell? What are you doing? Get out of my jeep. You can't just come-"

"Shut up Stiles. You need this, even if it's just for the day. I'm taking you to the person who can bring you back to reality." Peter pulled the car out of park.

"I'm not doing this." Stiles said stubbornly.

Peter ignored him. "The first time the family met you, you couldn't have been more than six months old and even then you were never quiet. Everyone adored you. Little Derek was jealous of all the attention you received. He was five and still the baby of the family. The jealously ended rather quickly though, he developed a real soft spot for you."

"You." Stiles swallowed audibly.. "You're family knew me?"

"Yep, saw you practically everyday until Liss decided- until you were five and started kindergarten."

"That's not you were going to say, Peter, go back to what you really gonna say."

"We are here," Peter all but growled, "get out".

"Yeah, no, that's not gonna happen. You get out. And don't change the subject. What did my mom decide?" Stiles pushed.

"Stiles!" Peter's eyes flashed yellow(blue)?

"Peter!" Stiles mocked.

Next thing Stiles knew, Peter was leaning over him and he was being pushed out of his own jeep. Stiles landed with a hard thud and rolled.

"You need this." Peter's yell faded as the jeep drove further away.

"Asshole!" Stiles yelled after his speeding jeep.

~X~X~

Getting up was painful. Stiles suspected that he sprained his right ankle. Leaning his weight on his left arm had him crying out; he bit through the pain and struggled to get up. But he did it, he got up. He almost fell seconds later, but he found himself propped against a chiseled body. Stiles knew without looking, who it was.

"Derek," he panted. "Your uncle's going to die. Again." Seeing Derek again after these last couple months stirred up something new inside Stiles. He forced back his smile.

"What are you doing here? You wanted nothing to do with us, remember?" Anger present in his voice.

"Peter. He brought me here against my will." Stiles patted his body with his uninjured arm. "And he apparently stole my phone along with my jeep."

"Here I thought you finally got over yourself. Maybe you missed m- your friends and decided to pull that stick out of your ass." Derek's annoyance grew and he gripped Stiles tightly against his body.

"Shit. Ow, damn it Derek!"

"Your shoulder is hurt. I'll look at it when we're inside. Probably should be on your other side."

"Ya think? And you don't have to look at anything, just give me a ride home. Please." Stiles spoke quietly.

"First of all, Stiles, I'm not letting you go anywhere without making sure your injuries aren't serious. And second of all, I let Lydia borrow my car." Derek smiled at his look of bewilderment. "She had to go to Magic Waters or something to visit someone. She kept going on about this someone being in trouble. Lydia was hard to understand, she started crying. I couldn't take it."

"Ah, Lydia tears. She's a smart woman. Can I use someone's phone?"

"They're off doing something for Peter."

"Of freaking course they are!" Stiles yelled. "Guess I'll be walking home."

"Are you stupid, Stiles? Your ankle is messed up. You'll stay here until they come back. We'll see if the new place gets the Stiles approval." Derek smiled.

First Teen Wolf story! Hope you like it!

And for the record, Stiles will not be getting with Danny...

Magic Waters? What's that?