third draft

Chapter one.

"Ugh, what!? That makes no sense" demanded Scott, causing both Kira and Stiles to sigh in unison "But. X can't be another letter, I'm pretty sure that's against the rules or something. It has to be a number, right?"

"We. Haven't. Finished. The equation." Stiles really wasn't feeling very amicable right now. He closed his notepad and winced silently at the pain building in his head. Stupid maths homework.

"Okay, so where the hell did you get those numbers from, then?" Kira almost groaned at her boyfriend but just smiled sympathetic instead.

The three of them were sitting in a rough triangle on Scott's unmade bed, battling their way through four pages of equations. Finish for homework, eh teach? More like start. Retrospectively, this was probably their first mistake. Their second was deciding to do it together because scott was honestly making all this way more complicated then it needed to be.

Kira was trying to explain how, no, she hadn't just make them up and that you have to balance the equation and what that meant, when she noticed Stiles making his way over to Scott's bathroom. What particularly caught her eye was the way he had his eyes wide and took calculated steps.

"What's wrong?" Kira called over, causing him to turn back to his friends. Bad decision. The sudden change in perspective caused the room to spin as a wave of nausea almost knocked him off his feet. He leaned back against the door to steady himself.

"I'm. Just hot"

Scott got to his feet, concerned for his impossibly pale friend, who closed his eyes and let his head flop back against the door. His breathing was oblivious, like he was trying to keep it even.

"Get mum" Scott motioned to Kira who had already half decided to do so.

A few moments later, Melissa and Kira entered the room to find that Scott had hold of Stiles' hand, telling him to sit down and asking if he felt sick. The answer was yes but before the words could come out of his mouth Scott felt Stiles collapse into him, with about as much grace as could be expected. Scott rushed to stop him from hitting his head as he fell down. At this point, Stiles vision went black but he could still faintly hear Scott's voice and feel Melissa's warm touch. Although that soon faded too and the next thing he knew it was waking up in Scott's freshly made bed.

Kira was delicately patting his forehead with a damp cloth and hadn't noticed he was awake. Stiles could hear Scott arguing with his mum in the background, as she tried to find out what had happened. He locked his eyes on Kira's. Her small eyes were squinted in concern and she appeared to be chewing on the side of her cheek as she stared through her patient. Her smile finally found him and if he had ever doubted it, now he knew what Scott saw in her. Even from this unattractive angel she held something more than Lydia or Alison ever had. It was less LA, more domestic. Something deeper.

"Scott!" She jerked her head away abruptly and beckoned to the McCalls over to the bed. As they did so, Stiles started to sit up but Nurse Kira took this as her que to rearrange his pillows and push him back into them.

Melissa sat the closest and looked him over. She seemed to be ticking off a mental checklist. The colour had returned to his face and she took his temperature, pulse; both normal.

"How are you feeling, sweet?" she asked softly.

"Erm, m'okay, I guess..."

"Honey, people don't faint for no reason" his Godmother fussed "Are you eating properly?"

Stiles nodded. She squinted her eyes at him and asked if he had had a headache today. He said he had.

"That all?" she asked

"Err, just cramps. I threw up earlier" He offered and she nodded as he spoke then cracked a smile.

"You sound pregnant" she mocked, lightening the atmosphere.

"You do have good skin at the moment" Kira joined in. Everyone relaxed and Melissa reasoned that it was probably just a virus and told him to go home and sleep it off.

Over the next couple of days Stiles kept feeling sick and was asleep more often than awake. His dad had wanted him to see a doctor but Stiles insisted he was just stressed with school. Which wasn't a lie. With all this extra sleep it was getting damn near impossible to do any homework. Being late for class so he could throw up in the toilets didn't help either. The only way he could keep up was by spending his evenings studying with Derek Hale, he was the only one of his friends that actually hit him, when he fell asleep.

Things between the two boys had taken an unusual turn recently. One night almost- a month ago-, Stiles had awoken in Derek's bed. Neither one of them had any recollection of what had happened; which was strange because Derek is a werewolf and can't get drunk. It soon, however, became apparent to them they had not simply slept that night. But, as they seemed to be the only two who knew, Derek suggested that they should keep it between themselves. This made Stiles incredibly grateful for Derek it as he is currently dating Derek's cousin, Malia. The strange occurrence, however, is that after the event they had grown closer. The hatred thye had felt for each other just over two years ago had completely dissipated. The sight of them standing together had become a normal scene in Beacon Hills.

"You know I can get you pregnant" are the words that haunted Stiles for the next two days after fainting in Scott's bedroom. Derek had said them so matter-of-factly as if he was correcting his spelling or sharing an interesting fact about butterflies. Stiles' reaction was that of disbelief and humour. It wasn't until he had peed for the 5th time that morning when he decided he should probably take a pregnancy test. Just in case.