SOOOO this is my first Teen Wolf story. I have written for Glee before so this is kind of a departure for me. But the new season came on and ideas just shot through my head. So i organized them and here we go! -Jae

1.

"STILINSKI!"

"I know coach. Bench."

Stiles wasn't even phased when he was benched for tripping over another player once again, making this his third time today. He was just counting down the seconds to when he was taken out of practice, and really, kicked off of the team all together. It was like he ever played.

Carrying his lacrosse stick in his left hand, Stiles slowly made his way over to the side of the field and plopped down on the bench, unlacing his cleats and leaning back. He might as well relax seeing as there was well over forty five minutes of practice left.

Counting the blades of grass on the ground in front of him, Stiles let his mind wander. For a mid autumn day, the grass was uncharacteristically green. Even for a small California town such as the one they lived in. something just seemed off.

Stiles kept examining the field for the next ten minutes, losing touch with all society and reality, something he did almost every practice since he usually got sat out for on thing or another, (Seriously, why did coach even keep him on the team?) , when Danny came over to him and tapped his shoulder.

Looking up, mouth agape and eyes curious as usual, Stiles questioned Danny as to why he was over here.

"What's up, Danny boy?"

Danny's face stayed as dormant as ever, causing Stiles to become uncomfortable. Everybody might have liked Danny, but Danny sure didn't like Stiles. At least, that what it felt like all the time.

Stiles could ask one question, granted they were normally questions about Danny's sexuality, or Jackson, but they were still simple enough. But no matter how simply put they were, Danny never once seemed to crack a smile in Stiles' direction.

Now Scott however, Danny had a crush on him. It was clear to see. Everyone could tell. From the way he smiled when Scott spoke to him in class, to the way he smirked when Scott passed to him on the field. From the way he blushed when Scott held a conversation with him in the locker room, to the way his entire body shifted whenever the werewolf passed him by in the hallways.

Danny liked Scott, and just like everyone liked Danny, everyone knew that he liked McCall. Except Scott himself. But, then again, Scott was oblivious to most things not Allison related.

"Coach wants me to help you out with some basics. You know like not tripping over your teammates?" Danny said, half jokingly.

Grinning, Stiles stood up. "It was an accident. I cant run and watch where I'm going at the same time."

Once again, no reaction from Danny.

WOOF

After practice was over, Stiles and Scott were changing and joking around like any other day when Stiles happened to look over in Danny's direction. Scott was just getting his shorts off, so of course, Danny was looking. He did every day. Something that once again, everyone had come to realize.

Except Scott.

"You know what Stiles, I think that maybe Derek might be right about something."

Stiles didn't catch any of what Scott had said, instead, he was too busy trying to figure out why Danny didn't like him. He was nice enough. He never said anything mean to him. And Stiles was sure he didn't smell, since Danny was such a stickler for hygiene. Once, he had dumped a guy because he didn't think he showered enough.

"Stiles. Hey! Stiles!"

"Huh? Yeah, what's up, Scott?"

Blankly staring at his best friend, Scott traced his line of vision back to where Danny was.

"Dude, are you watching Danny undress?" Scott asked his best friend cautiously. Ever since he had found out Danny was gay by making a gay joke to said guy, he had been tiptoeing around people's sexuality very carefully.

Finally pulling his eyes from Danny, Stiles sputtered in attempt to find a repsonse. Which only aided in his look of guilt even more.

"Wha… no. I wasn't… Scott, you're an idiot."

Not really buying his answer, partly because it sounded awful, and also partly because he could feel Stiles' heart rate begin to shoot up upon having to lie, Scott smiled coyly before grabbing a towel and walking to the showers. Of course, this wasn't unnoticed by Danny, who watched Scott's behind closely as he went by.

WOOF

Allison looked up as her father barged into her room, once again, earning himself a deep sigh born of irritation.

"Maybe I should put a bell up…"

Mr. Argent wasn't amused by his daughter's jokes, and the expression on his face showed it. Though, the expression on his face never really showed much of anything. But he was her father, and Allison could read him easily enough. That was how she knew something was wrong.

"You still haven't given an answer, Allison. And now things are getting worse. I know this is a big responsibility, but that's the way it is. You need to…"

Allison cut him off, getting up from her place on her bed where she was studying, or what she wanted him to think was studying anyways.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad. I know. Things are getting worse, I have to tell you people what to do. Give me some time," she complained as she pushed her father towards the door. "I'm trying to study. You know, so I can pass chemistry and graduate at some point. I think that's a little bit more important than you're werewolf hunting issues."

A small smirk began to pull at the side of Mr. Argent's mouth as his daughter shooed him from her space. He knew she wasn't studying, in fact, he knew Scott was hiding outside her window. But now wasn't the time to tackle that issue. What harm could one night do?

As soon as she was able to get her father out of her bedroom door, Allison turned around and went to her window, poking her head out and looking around. "Scott, he's gone. You can come back in now," she whispered.

Almost instantly, a sound came from above her head and Scott was swinging down from the top of her house and into her room. If Allison hadn't seen him do it a million times before, she would have been amazed at his gracefulness. But, as she had, all it got from her was a roll of the eyes.

"We need to find another place to sneak around," Scott said wrapping his arms around his girlfriends slender waist before pulling her backwards to lay on her bed with him. Ever since the whole fight with Derek's uncle, things had been different. A lot different.

And then, there was the incident with the gun having been aimed at his head…

Scott shuddered at the memory having reentered his thoughts.

"Well, it's not like my parents are letting me go off wherever I want whenever I want to," Allison reasoned. She wasn't happy about the way things were gong either, but she'd be damned if her parents told her she could date whoever she wanted to. If she wanted to date Lydia she'd have done it if she damn well pleased. "Besides, I think it's romantic."

Scott's face curled up in confusion. "Romantic?"

"Yeah," she said, turning her body to place a small kiss on Scott's lips. "Like you're a bandit who fell in love with the crown jewel."

Scott laughed lightly. "And I suppose you'd be the crown jewel?"

"But of course."

The two laughed a bit more before things became slightly more serious. Scott remembered hearing Allison's father say something about her giving him an answer, and things getting worse. If Scott knew enough about the Argents, he knew that whatever Mr. Argent was talking about, had to do with the recent killings and werewolf troubles un general. Because, of course the Argents just assumed the pack was killing people. And Scott, being a wolf himself, would be caught right in the middle of everything.

And he hadn't done much of anything.

"So, what did you mean about things getting worse? And what answer do you have to give?"

Allison's smile washed away quickly, which Scott expected. She didn't really enjoy talking about things like this. Especially not now, with everything that she was being told to do.

As Scott brushed a piece of hair from her face, Allison started. "Well you know about all of the weird stuff that's been going on, right?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, Dad thinks it you guys. Only, he isn't sure because the way people are getting hurt, it doesn't resemble the way things normally went on when Derek's uncle was killing them. So, he doesn't know if it's werewolves or not, but he's assuming anyways. And my…" she used air quotes. "… grandfather, is just making things worse because he wants to kill you all and get it over with. He says something about a war being on the horizon. But I don't listen much to him."

Scott nodded, pleased about having been correct about most of what he thought was going on. But when he saw Allison suddenly tense up, that pleasure fled instantly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked her quietly.

Taking a deep breath, Allison looked Scott dead in the eye. "I'm just worried about you, Scott. I'm not prepared to lose you…"

WOOF

Scott had been thinking about Allison ever since he left her house. Lately, she seemed like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and she was just plain tired. Nothing could keep her spirits up for long, and Scott was worried that she was going to break down like Lydia at some point in the near future.

Speaking of Lydia, what was going on with her? One second, she could be as normal as ever. It was as if nothing had ever happened to her. But then, the next, she was freaking out. Screaming and looking into space. Or at a wall. That night at the skating rink Scott was sure she was possessed. It was freaky. But it wasn't just her freaking out.

Scott knew that Lydia had been bitten, and that something was going on with her. Something that nobody else knew about, or enough about to know what it was anyway. Not even Derek was able to pinpoint why she would be losing her mind. As far as he knew, if she didn't turn into a wolf, then she should be rejecting it. Bleeding from all parts of her body, getting sick all the time. Just normal things. Or, normal in reference to this whole underworld type life as anything could be.

But that wasn't the case. Physically, Lydia looked just like she had before. Stiles could attest to that, having nearly passed out when he saw her emerge from the woods naked. But mentally, something just wasn't right.

Scott would have kept thinking about Lydia if he hadn't heard a scream of somewhere in the distance.

"NO! NO! PLEASE! DON'T! AHHHHHHG!"

Immediately, Scott lifted his head to the sky and smelled the air. If someone was nearby, and they were in trouble, he would be able to smell them. Their fear would be think in the air.

Sniffing for a few seconds, Scott picked up something and ran after it, shifting as he did.

He ran full speed until he was at a clearing in the middle of the woods. It was around ten at night, so it was extremely dark, but, being a werewolf, that wasn't a problem. Scott had night vision.

He looked around the area, not being able to follow the smell of fear any further than this. But he didn't see anything. Nor did he hear anything for that matter. And, now that he thought about it, the smell of fear was all of the sudden gone as well. As far as werewolf senses went, Scott was the equivalent of a human right now. Because nothing seemed to be as heightened or keen as before. Everything just vanished.

That was when he heard a ruffling in the leaves overhead.

Looking up and straining his neck as far as it could go, Scott tired to see if something was up there. He would have sniffed the air, but with the fear being gone, he didn't quite know what he was looking for. He was blind in a way. He felt handicapped. And it made him nervous.

Taking a step backwards, there was another ruffle, causing the hairs on the back of Scott's neck to rise up. He looked around, from side to side, almost panicking, wishing that he hadn't come here. Things weren't looking too good now, and if he didn't know any better, he would have turned and ran away.

But running never worked anymore.

Scott looked around, trying to see as far as he could before something appeared in front of him. He jumped upon spotting it, but only because he wasn't expecting to see anything at that moment.

After watching it for a few more moments, Scott recognized what he saw to be a person. A woman, to be more precise.

Taking a step forward, Scott tried to examine her more closely, but something was hindering his vision. So he called out. "Hello? Are you OK?"

The woman slowly appeared to get taller, and Scott assumed she was just standing up from something. He took a few more steps forward. "Hey. Can you hear me?"

The woman remained silent, but kept approaching Scott, and suddenly, he felt a cool mist surround him. Something wasn't right, and he didn't need to use his super senses to realize that, so he took the defensive, preparing himself to fight whoever, or whatever, was coming his way. But, once the person stopped walking, Scott dropped his arms to his side in shock.

Cocking his head to the side, Scott squinted his eyes and then blinked. "Allison?"

The woman standing now just a few feet in front of Scott was Allison, or he thought she was at least. But she wouldn't speak. She just stared at him in his eyes, seeming to speak without saying anything.

"Allison. What are you doing out here? How did you even get here?" Scott foolishly closed the gap between the two, and took the girl's hand, but only for a split second, as it stung when he did.

Almost throwing her hand away, Scott hissed in pain. "What's going on Allison? Why are you here? What was that?"

The girl remained silent still, but now, her mouth began to curl up into a seductive smile. One that Scott had never seen on Allison's face before. It was at that point that he knew this wasn't his girlfriend. This wasn't Allison.

He kept telling himself that, and in his mind, he told himself to turn and run. Something was about to happen. Something bad. But his body, it would go. In fact, after staring at the girl for a little while longer, Scott found himself leaning towards her, closing his eyes and licking his lips.

This didn't feel right, he knew this wasn't Allison, and he knew something bad was going to happen. He just knew it. But at the same time, everything in his body just made him do it. It felt like he was being forced to lean in to her, like something was drawing him closer. It made him shudder. A shudder that was born from fear, but soon sustained from ecstasy, as their lips touched.

It wasn't forceful, or deep, the kiss. Merely a peck on the lips. But it sent shiver down Scott's spine, and as he pulled away, he couldn't feel his legs. Soon, however, he realized that it wasn't the kiss that made his knees go weak, but the fact that he was becoming lightheaded.

Everything was going blurry, and fuzzy, and Scott bent over to brace himself for an impact with the forest ground. He didn't realize when he hit, everything felt like he was floating in the air, but when he looked around, he realized the he was surrounded by dirt, and leaves.

Looking back up, he saw the girl walking off. He knew this wasn't Allison, but something in him reacted as if it was, and he didn't want the girl to go. Maybe it was just the fact that she looked exactly like Allison, in fact, this was her body. He felt it.

But this wasn't Allison.

Still, he reached out for her, not wanting to be left alone. "W… wait," he struggled to whisper. "Who are you?"

When the girl looked back, Scott could have sworn he saw her eyes flash a bright emerald green. But he blinked twice and they were back to normal.

"Don't leave…" was all he got out before he passed out.

WOOF

Stiles walked out onto the field for practice. It was five in the morning on a Saturday, and coach had called them in to run some plays. It didn't seem fitting as it was about to rain, but then again, Coach wasn't the most rational person alive.

"STILINSKI!"

Stiles groaned upon hearing his name being roared at such volume during this ungodly hour of the day and dropped his head. "I haven't even done anything yet, Coach," he whined.

"Where's McCall?"

It was at that moment that Stiles realized that Scott hadn't shown up for practice this morning. It wasn't like Scott to miss a practice, especially since he was co-captain.

"I dunno, Coach," Stiles answered, watching as the older man shrugged and turned to face Danny. "Danny, go help Stilinski out some more today. I can't have him running any else over at this point."

Danny sighed heavily and slowly walked over in Stiles' direction, causing Stiles to groan again. He could for the life of him come up with a reason for Danny t dislike him so much.

"Hey."

Stiles jumped at the sudden sound of someone's voice, and turned to see Danny standing rather unenthusiastically in front of him. The look on Danny's face was, once again, blank, and Stiles couldn't take it. So he looked away.

"You ready?" Danny inquired, sounding disinterested as ever when he was around Stiles.

Stiles simply nodded and followed Danny off to their area.

WOOF

After passing the ball back and forth for about fifteen minutes, in silence, Stiles wanted to kill himself. And he was sure Danny felt the same, if not like killing Stiles instead, but he wasn't expecting for Danny to be the one to break the silence. So when he did, Stiles' eyes widened and he lost focus on the task at hand, getting hit in the crotch with the lacrosse ball.

Falling to the ground with a thud, Stiles cupped his groin in pain as he moaned on and on about how dumb it was that they used such hard lacrosse balls.

Danny walked over, a look of annoyance on his face as he knelt down to help Stiles back up. Stiles didn't know if it was the look on Danny's face, or the delirium from being hit in the groin with a rock hard ball, but he spoke once he was to his feet.

"Why don't you like me?"

Danny spun around and had a look of confusion on his face. "What?"

Stiles spoke, arms beginning to move about as they did when he became excited. "What, am I ugly?"

Danny shook his head. "No. What are you talking about…"

"Do I irritate you?"

Scratching his head, Danny replied. "Well, yeah, but you irritate everyone."

"Then what is it? Why is it that whenever you talk to someone else, you light up like a Christmas tree, but when t comes to me, I get a blank stare?" Stiles' arms were moving almost as fast as his mouth at this point.

Danny looked around, checking to see if anyone was within earshot, and then back to Stiles, who was awaiting his answer with raised brows.

"I just… I'm jealous of you."

Stiles' mouth dropped open and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at Danny more closely. "What?"

Danny sighed. "You heard me. I'm jealous of you."

"Why?" Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Another sigh exited Danny's lips before e spoke. "You're always with Scott. And everyone knows you two had a thing. And now he's with Allison and you two are still best friends. It's kind of unfair, because I never even got a chance to talk to him before when you two were together, and now I can't because of Allison. But you, you're always right there talking to him, and laughing with him, and playing around. It's not fair because I didn't have a chance before because of you, and you just get it all."

By the time Danny had finished talking, Stiles' mouth was so wide open that it looked as if it was about to fall off. After shaking his head to get his thoughts back together, Stiles spoke. "What do you mean we had a thing?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Please, Stiles, everyone knows you and Scott fooled around."

Stiles nearly choked on the breath he was taking in. "WHAT!"

Danny jumped a bit a the sudden tone in Stiles' voice. "Calm down, no one cares." "No one cares about what? We never had a thing! I'm not into guys! And neither is Scott. Who made up these lies?"

Danny shrugged. "We just all assumed."

Again, Stiles' mouth sat open.

"DANNY! STILINSKI! BACK TO WORK!"

The two boys jumped back into action upon hearing Coach's orders, Danny picking up the ball with his stick, and tossing it to Stiles.

After about five more minutes of awkward back and forth, Stiles grinned, earning a grimace from Danny.

"What?"

"So you like Scott, huh?"

Was it good enough to continue? Or should i stop here and save myself the embarrasment? Thanks for reading!