Title: Moonlight Serenade
Series: Faded Moon
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairings: Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Scott-not for long though, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: This is the beginning of the weird that will become Stiles life.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is Own by MTV Authors Notes: These will be mostly drabbles. It will be Always-a-Girl Stiles. If I miss some plot point in Teen Wolf just assume it happened with Girl Stiles unless I say differently.
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Stiles ran a hand through her newly dyed hair, it was now a bright scarlet, as she sat at her desk the web browser open on her computer. Glancing over at her bed where Scott sat with his math book in his lap. Stiles wondered for the millionth time 'how did it go so wrong'?
Scott hadn't said anything about the new color of her hair. But knowing her boyfriend the way Stiles did, she was sure Scott got why she had done it. One of them had to wear the mark of what happened.
It had begun so innocently…okay maybe her intentions hadn't be exactly pure…All Stiles had wanted was for Scott to step it up and do more than a bit of kissing with her. Stiles blamed, Melissa McCall's romance novel addiction for the fact Scott was a die hard romantic. They had been dating for almost a year now, since Scott had confessed to having more than best friend type feelings for Stiles. Scott was a good boyfriend in the way that he had never pressed her into doing anything Stiles wasn't ready to do. Stiles just hadn't known how to tell him she wanted more.
So, Stiles came up with a plan! It was fool poof… A moonlit night in the dark of the woods…It should have been perfect!
How did it go all-wrong?
Scary noises…like a howl broke throw the night…glowing eyes that followed them. But it just could have been their imaginations! Then they got separated in the forest. The Sheriff, her father caught her in the woods after he had told her to stay away from them. More than once Stiles wished that he had caught Scott as well.
Werewolves…they're a thing. Where's Buffy when you need her?
And to top things off for the week, Derek Hale had returned to Beacon Hills.
Damn the man! Stiles knew none of it was his fault after all; he hadn't been the one to bite Scott. She sort felt sorry for the guy. He had lost his sister in a horrible way. Had lost all of his family in a horrible way actually. It was because of Derek, they had found out only an Alpha werewolf could turn someone with a bite into a werewolf.
Derek was only a beta. Yeah, it would have been so much easier if Derek had been the one who had bit Scott. Stiles life was just way to complicated anymore.
Stiles, wasn't even going to think about the hunters. Werewolf Hunters.
Really? Seriously? Yep! This was Stiles life…
"Stiles!"
Stiles blinked as Scott's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Yeah?"
"I've been thinking…"
"Scott! What have I told you about that?" Stiles said making a face at him, "I'm the brains of this outfit…aaaannnndd you are they pretty!"
Scott rolled his eyes. It made her question why she was his best friend let a alone his girlfriend.
"I'll need help with the whole wolf thing. We both know my control is shaky at best at the moment."
That was an understatement. Scott had tried to kill on his first full moon.
"I'm not asking Derek." Scott scowled when he said the older boy's name. Stiles frowned, why wouldn't Scott want Derek's help? Sure the guy was kind of growly and a bit of a creeper but Derek had offered to help Scott. Okay, maybe not out of the kindness of his heart but he had offered, that meant something. Plus Derek was a born wolf he would know all sort of wolfy things that Scott would need to know one day. Stiles couldn't see why…
"…So, you'll help me, right?"
Stiles nodded absently…It was her fault that Scott was a werewolf. He never would have been out in the woods if it hadn't been for her.
"Oh, I like your hair." Scott said with a sweet shy smile, the smile that was just for her.
Stiles shut down her computer, "Thanks, Scott." There was an uncomfortable silence before she asked, "You want to make out?"
Scott sighed tossing the math book on the floor, "I thought you would never ask!"
Stiles grinned getting up from the desk and jumping on her bed with Scott.
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Stiles walked sleepily down the hall to Mr. Harris chem. Class, cursing all things werewolfy under her breath. She had been up most of the night researching things like wolfsbane, silver and the phases of the moon. She yawned widely covering her mouth as she passed Lydia Martin, the most popular girl and one of the smartest. Stiles, wasn't surprised at the hot glare she received from he strawberry blond. Lydia had been on a tear ever since the results of the statewide I.Q. tests came back. Which none of the students would have known the results of if Lydia hadn't gotten Danny to hack the school records for them. When it turned out that, Stiles was smarter than Lydia the ginger haired girl dropped Stiles as her best friend.
It had hurt, sure…for a while, now though Stiles was more open about the slight crush she had on the girl and her blond boyfriend. Scott was amused by said crushes but had asked why Jackson Whittmore, the guy was a douche, it was true so really the only answer she had was, "Well he's pretty?"
The new girl Allison Argent had taken Stiles place in Lydia's world. Stiles wondered idly how long that would last? Stiles didn't know much about the dark haired girl but Scott seemed to notice her. Like noticing, noticing her but he denied it, but Stiles wasn't so sure about that.
Stiles shuddered in remembrance of what Scott did just to learn Allison's name. She would never be able to eat mint chocolate ice cream or look at Greenburg the same again.
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Jackson is an ass to almost a royal degree! Stiles thought pushing away from the locker said ass had so rudely shoved her into. Ever since Scott had made first line Jackson had been more of a douche than ever! Not even Danny could stand to be around him and those two had been friends for as long as she and Scott had been. Jackson even went so far as to accuse Scott of taking drugs!
Drugs? As if! Stiles snarled mentally.
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Stiles changed out of her track clothes after practice in the locker room. She sighed, it just wasn't fair that there wasn't a girl's lacrosse team and because of some outdated rule Stiles couldn't play on the boy's.
"Did you hear?"
Stiles looked at the two girls down from her whispering, "Scott McCall took Allison to Lydia's party!"
That couldn't be right? Scott had told her he was going to be studying for a quiz in his history class that he had today.
Scott wouldn't lie to her, would he?"
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Derek Hale was in her house! He had just about scared her to death. He was…
"Some one killed Laura." The set of kicked puppy eyes the older boy turned on her out did anything she had ever seen. Not even Scott's could compare to those sad blue-green kaliascope eyes.
Yeah, so okay…after all she and Scott had dug up his sister and got him accused of murder. Stiles own him one? Maybe a lot?
Then Derek told her about the hunter…Come on? Seriously? They like to damage innocent Camroes. What a crime…that poor beautiful car, Stiles thought. Derek was in the same frame of mind if the look on his face was anything to go by, "It was Laura's,"he muttered lowly.
That made sense no twenty-one year could afford a car like that.
"Argent…" Derek hissed.
Argent? As in Allison Argent? Stiles wondered, Fuck my life! Scott really is a moron…Stiles cut off that thought. She had no poof that Scoot was cheating on her with Allison. Stiles asked Derek who would want his sister dead. It was a better thing to worry about than Scott.
Stiles just had to keep her cool and talk to Scott later.
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THE NEXT FEW DAYS
Best Boyfriend: Lacrosse practice running late. Rain check on Call of Duty?
Stiles had thought nothing of it when she received the message. Since her own Track practice was running long. When she did get to the lacrosse field no one was there. She checked the boy's locker room…again no one was there.
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When the chains fell out of her locker during class change, causing the other students to stop and stare at her like she was some sort of freak. Stiles looked at the floor hard and hoped her face was not as red as her red, she figured they would clash horribly.
Then she heard Coach Finstock say from over her shoulder, "…Part of me wants to ask…but something tells me it's better not too…"
Stiles nodded, "Good plan, Coach!"
Scott just looked like he wanted to the ground to open up and swallow him and curious as to what the chains could be used for.
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Stiles yanked the cell phone out of the stupid boy's hand.
How dare they!
Stiles threw it hard against the wall, ignoring the boy's protests. She went to her knees next to Erica Reyes…those morons! She screamed for some one to get a teacher and Isaac Lehey caught her eye as he motioned to Miss Morell's office. Stiles gave him a nod. Vernon Boyd was telling the other students that there was nothing to see and they should get to class. Not a one of them argued with the tall boy.
Stiles tried to remember what to do for Erica when she had one of her attacks, she made sure the blonde girl's clothes were loose and that she could breath. Miss. Morell came out of her office on the phone Stiles gave Isaac a grateful look. Isaac nodded back and Stiles sent Boyd a smile who returned it after a worried look at Erica.
It was an unspoken rule that the school outcasts look out for each other.
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"…I love bowling!" Allison said to Lydia as they passed Stiles in the hallway.
"You should totally ask Scott to come with." Lydia said.
"I don't know? Isn't he dating that girl? Stella? Right?"
Lydia shot a smirk at Stiles from over her shoulder, then to Allison said, "I don't think that will be a problem. You're so much prettier than she is. Scott's going to fall all over himself for the chance to go out with you!"
Once the two of them were farther down the hall Stiles slammed her locker door closed. Lydia was a stone cold bitch! And most of the time that was what Stiles admired about the strawberry blonde.
But not today.
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Stiles paced in front of the Multi-Plex. She and Scott were supposed to meet for the Lord of the Rings Marathon the movie theater was showing. Scott was now twenty minutes late! Stiles sighed and was about to go into the theater when her phone buzzed,
Okay Boyfriend: Mom's off going to spend time with her.
That was fine. Parent time was important. Stiles just wished he had told her that earlier.
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Stiles stiffened when she heard Jackson whisper to Danny, "…When did Stiles and Scott break up?"
"They haven't as far as I know," Danny hissed at him, "Why?"
"Allison brought the deewb bowling with me and Lydia. They were flirting a lot."
"And this is important to you why?" Danny asked looking passed Jackson at Stiles. Jackson turned hooking an arm over the back of his seat; "You really need to keep your bitch of a boyfriend on a shorter leash." He said with a mean grin.
Stiles smiled back just as mean, "Thanks for the idea but Scott prefers chains."
Danny snickered at the face Jackson made when he turned back around muttering, "I so didn't need to know that."
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Stiles and Scott were making out on Stiles bed after school one afternoon. She had her eyes closed as Scott's lips trailed down her throat. It felt really good; she pushed her hand up under Scott's shirt trailing her hand up his back.
"Did you change perfume?" Scott asked frowning against her neck.
"Not wearing any."
"Body wash?"
"Same as always…" Stiles said rolling her eyes.
"Shampoo?"
Stiles shoved Scott away, "What's with the questions, Scott?"
Scott sighed, "You don't smell right."
"I don't what?"
Scott explained quickly," It's not like you smell dirty or gross…just not right."
Stiles looked away, "I guess I could change my bath stuff…What does Allison smell like?"
"Apples," Scott said with a happy sigh.
"How do you know that?" Stiles asked the boy eyes hard.
Scott realizing his mistake stood up and rearranged his clothes, "We'll try this after you change your bath stuff."
Stiles looked at him for a long time before asking, "You want to play Smash Brothers?"
Nodding Scott went to set up the game.
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Stiles frowned as she looked at her phone. She had called Derek twenty minutes ago but he hadn't answered. She had a plan to get Laura's case file but needed Derek's help. Something didn't feel right…but it was Derek Hale. Stiles sighed as she text Scott to see if he wanted to come over.
A minute later So-So Boyfriend: Can't study.
Are you really? Stiles wondered then instantly hated her for the thought. She had to stop this Scott wouldn't cheat on her. If he wanted to date someone else he knew all he had to do was tell her. Scott had only taken Allison to the party to be nice, Stiles was sure of that. Scott is a nice guy. At that's what she told herself as she dialed Scott's house number.
"Hi! Mrs. McCall? Its Stiles is Scott there?"
"…"
"With me?" Stiles said with a frown, "No, he's no with me."
"…"
"Huh, yeah if I see him I'll tell him" Stiles told Melissa then ended the call she stared at the phone in her hand sightlessly. Maybe…maybe Scott wasn't such a nice guy after all. Stiles jumped when her phone began to blare the 'Wolf' by Fever Ray. Stiles answered it with one word, "Derek!"
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Stiles paced around her jeep, she was in the woods just beyond the edge of town right before you got to the Preserve. Derek had called her he asked for her…no, more like demanded she be there. Really, that wolf was more trouble than he was worth. She did wonder why Derek had asked her to bring…rustling in the undergrowth startled her as Derek burst out of it. "Dude? Where's your shirt?" Stiles asked trying not to stare at the older boy's naked chest.
Derek gave her a glare and bit back the desire to snarl at her. He needed her help.
"Do you normally run around the woods shirtless?"
Derek shoved her against a tree lightly by her upper arms. He would never admit it but he kind of enjoyed the soft squeak she let out. "Do you ever just up?"
Stiles blinked whiskey colored eyes at him, "No, not really. Hell I even talk when Scott and I make out…"
Derek rolled his eyes, "Obviously, he's not doing it right," he muttered not wanting to hear about her and Scott doing that. It made him uncomfortably grumpy, for reasons he didn't want to think about.
"What?" Stiles asked confused.
Derek shook his head, "Did you bring…"
"You a shirt? No, sorry but you're not quite my size, are you?"
Derek did snarl did snarl at her for that. Stiles let out another squeak then sighed as she untied the large black sweatshirt from around her waist, then shoved it at him. Derek frowned at it as he took it. It was a man's shirt although it didn't smell like Scott, he brought it closer and all he could smell was Stiles on it. Derek couldn't stop the happy grumble that escaped him before he pulled on the shirt.
"So, are you going to tell me why you needed a shirt? Of why you look like you just ran through half of the Preserve?"
Derek looked at her for a moment before he told her about the hunters he heard come to the Hale House.