Title: Shotgun Serenade

Chapter: 1/?

Series: Teen Wolf, MTV

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Words: 3355

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content, Language

Disclaimer: I own the Original Characters. Everything else belongs to the copyrighted owners.

Pairings: Stiles/OFC Scott/Allison

Feedback: Reviews get happy notes in return! This has been bugging my brain so let me know if it's awful. Haha.

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There was something so undeniably lustful in the way those hips were saying. Skirt kissing the tops of her thighs as she rocked out to her enormous fuzzy black headphones. Fishnet hanging loose over her black t-shirt, black fabric hugging her body like it was painted on. Pausing in the middle of the busy hall as she popped her gum, popping and locking as she mouthed the lyrics to the hip-hop song blaring into her ears. Eyes closed as she focused on the trancelike beat. Every hypnotic beat driving her closer to the madness of the music. Spinning around bumping into someone. Tugging her sunglasses down she just smiled up at her childhood friend. "Micah?"

The male paused cautiously looking around the hall, everyone was staring at the female before him… Then again who wouldn't all she was missing was a drugged up gaze and a binky to complete her raveresque outfit. Looking down at her furry knee high boots he raised an eyebrow. "No bra today?"

"Strapless." Lyca smiled tugging her headphones off, music blaring around her neck as she absently chewed on her gum. Looking down at her graphic t-shirt she ran her fingers over the fishnet covered fabric. The shirt read 'Werewolf Revolution'. She looked like a regular anti-social homicidal maniac with her cats eye eyeliner and ruby lipstick. Popping her gum again she grinned reaching up to cover that foot difference between the pair as she gave him a sly look. "You wanna do me…"

"All night. You're cousin's gonna kill you if you're late for class. And as much as I love pissing him off I don't wanna see how pissed he gets. He looks creepy enough with the missing arm." Micah stood at about 6'4", olive skin with the most beautiful ebony colored eyes framed with deliciously long lashes. He hated them, but Lyca insisted they made him look charming. His band shirt hugging his lean muscles as he tilted his head back to grin at one of the girls gawking at the 'new kids'. "'Sup?"

"He bites!" Lyca giggled causing the girls eyes to widen at the pigtailed sociopath. She wasn't really crazy… She just enjoyed scaring the living fuck out of people. Grinning up at Micah she pressed herself closer as she reveled in the sheer paleness of her skin against his. Micah had Native American in his blood, supposedly from the Colville tribe up in Washington. Flicking a blue tipped pigtail over her shoulder she smiled as it bobbed softly. "Jericho will totally kick your ass if you're late. And he lost it in a fight… Saving your ass. Show some respect scapegoat."

"Oh, come on… You're not gonna let that go?" Micah hung his shoulders as he followed after Lyca. The female was grinning wildly at him as she adjusted her white backpack on her shoulders. Raising a brow at the statement scrawled across the front pocket. 'I F**KED A WEREWOLF AND I LIKEDED IT!'. "Seriously… A throw back to Katy Perry. How juvenile are you?"

"Not gonna let it go… That song is awesome. And the more I announce it the less credible it seems… Besides… It turns you on. Admit it. You love that I'm so blatantly out of the box. Dirty girls are hawt!" She mispronounced the word sounding like a drugged up teenage slut. The smile that cracked across Micah's face had her nudging him, glancing down at his jeans noting the rips in the knees as the legs trailed down into his combat boots. Eyes widening as her jaw dropped. "Dude… I stole those from you three weeks ago. When did you get those back?"

"I stole them out of your closet when you were unpacking. By the way… I stole your favorite pair of panties." Micah snickered trying to rile her as he walked into the classroom running into the art teacher as the bell rang. He could feel the hot breath of the slightly taller male rustling his short cropped hair. Closing an eye as he tilted his head up to look at Jericho. "Have I ever told you that you are amazingly hot… I'd totally do you."

"You two are late for clas- Lyca!" Jericho's baby blue eyes shot opened as his little cousin practically groped him… Or fixed the front of his pants and buttoned up his shirt a bit more to keep it falling off of his body. His left arm had been ripped off in a fight with another family member, one that was Micha's fault. He always made sure to drill that fact into the other males head. His shaggy razor cut hair echoed Lyca's ebony locks, falling just past his ears tickling his pale flesh as he stared at her curiously. "You two are late for class and get your hand out of my pocket, you're in trouble… Both of you."

"How about… I steal your chair and you teach!" Lyca prompted happily only to be shot down when her cousin kneed her rear as she walked past trying to get to his swivel chair. A pout crossing her face as she stuck her tongue out at him with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her bag. "I'm telling everyone you touch me at night!"

"I do not… Go sit down. Just because we're related doesn't mean I won't lay the smack down on your ass in class…" Jericho hung his head as Micah started howling with laughter as the pair sat down in the back in the only two empty seats. Pinching the bridge of his nose with his badly scarred hand he just shook his head as he muttered to himself. "I'm going to commit suicide before the end of the year."

"Shit… Hey do you have a pencil?" Lyca leaned over poking the male on her left with a wicked grin. He gawked for a moment before handing her the pencil, rushing to dig it out of his bag. Whipping out a notebook she just smiled at him before looking down at her empty page. After a second in a hushed voice she leaned over smiling. "Thanks… Um… I'm Lyca."

"Stiles… Just Stiles." He cracked the cutest smile, an infectious one. The pair just smiled at each other for a little bit before he seemed to focus. "You're new?"

"Yeah. Just started today. I've been in town for a week… I'm lazy. What can I say?" Lyca grinned before going back to absently chewing on her gum. Eyes trailing over the other male, his garb was almost virginesque. T-shirt and jeans. Nothing eccentric, nothing wild… Just there. Down to earth. "My cousin's the teacher. He's a big bully, but he's a softy for a sad smile."

"I'm good." Stiles laughed before poking the male in front of him. He just nudged Scott again pointing to Lyca. "Fresh meat?"

"Dude… I do have feeling in my side." Scott glared with a hearty grin as he glanced over at the new pair. Micah had his feet up on his desk with a crayon between his lips as if he was smoking it, while Lyca was staring intently at him. "Scott McCall…"

"Coolie-o." Her eyes flicking over his red shirt and blue jeans. With a shrug she put her sunglasses back on wondering if she'd be able to get away with sleeping as her twenty-seven year old cousin was talking about curriculum for the school year. After a moment she looked at Stiles with a wide grin. "So… This town has an animal hospital, right?"

"I work there after school." Scott broke out into a smile after drawing his eyes away from the dark haired female beside him. She was smiling at him sweetly, apparently they knew each other from somewhere. "I can show you after school… Shit. I actually have to be somewhere. I can dra-"

"I can take you! If you don't have a ride I can drive you." Stiles broke in elbowing Scott with a clever look in his eye. Scott seemed to draw back a bit knowing what that look meant. Rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned over a bit towards Lyca he smiled. "You don't have a ride… Do you?"

"Oh… I have a car. I'll let Micah drive it home. You wouldn't mind dropping by my place to help me grab my little baby would you? He cut himself chewing on our fence the other day. It's not that far from the school. It's like a twenty minute drive. I'll pay for gas." Lyca's smile broke as a hand slammed down on her desk. Looking up at her cousin she saw the frown on his face. "I did your mom!"

"Lyca! Pay attention in class or I'm failing you and Micah." Jericho would have crossed his arms if he wasn't missing one. It lacked sternness when you were missing half of the gesture. Eyes flickering to Stiles he raised a brow, smirking when the teen just looked down at his empty notebook. "That's what I thought."

"You can't fail Micah too… He's… Asleep. Fail away…" Lyca threw her notebook at the other teen startling him awake. Jericho was glaring at the pair before running his fingers through his hair, simply giving up on them. "That's right… Run away old man! Take that wrinkly butt away!"

"OFFICE NOW!" Jericho roared whipping around as his cousin howled with laughter. "I'll have you transferred out if you keep messing around."

"I'll be good…" Lyca pursed her lips huddling down in her chair with an innocent look in her eyes. She had no doubt she was gonna get an earful later at home.

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"So where did you move from?" Stiles pulled his door shut starting up his jeep as he checked his rear view mirror. Looking at Lyca as she tossed her bag up and threw her feet up on his dashboard. Shrugging to himself he just pulled out of the lot following the road she pointed out.

"I moved from Montana… Had a farm out there. House burned down, so we moved out here to our summer house. I have a pretty big family… A lot of us were adopted, but we stick together." Lyca popped her gum twirling her finger around in her right pigtail as she tilted her head to look at Stiles. The other teen quickly focused on the road as she pointed out a turn. "My family adopted seven kids when I was five… My cousin moved in after his parents kicked him out and his little brother came with. My mothers in a mental institution and my father committed suicide after she was institutionalized."

"That's… Depressing." Stiles chanced a look at her. She was staring out of the window absently as she watched the trees passing by. After a moment he chanced another question. "So… What kind of dog do you have?"

"Dog… Oh please… I have a wolf. I found him injured on the side of the road, his mom had been hit. I kept him and raised him as my own… And they say you turn out bad when raised by wolves." She burst into laughter, smiling at Stiles. The pair became silent except for the sound of the motor and road beneath them. Pointing out a final turn she smiled. "Right up there."

"So… He's a pure blood wolf?" Stiles said roughly as the jeep jarred itself over a pothole. He caught the slight nod of Lyca as she turned to look behind them catching a view of her own car being driven by Micah. Tapping his fingers on his steering wheel nervously he laughed awkwardly. "He doesn't bite, right… Sco-"

"Is a werewolf… Dude… Chill. We can smell our own kind out… Not that we smell like dog or anything. It's just you smell funny after being turned. Well only for a bit. Hard to explain. It's how we track new pack members." Lyca cocked her head to look at Stiles noticing how pale he'd turned into an instant. She chanced a soft laugh as she reached over poking him. "Anyways… All of us are blood up… We have a code just like everyone else. We don't chew on fleshies."

"Nice to know… So… You knew all along?" Stiles tapped his hand on the wheel harder signaling his distress as his heartbeat rose quickly. The soft touch of Lyca's hand on his knee had his heart rate soaring as he nearly swerved off of the road. "Shit!"

"Jesus… Chill. I'm not going to bite you. Boy scout honor or whatever that junk is about." Lyca said holding up a peace sign, giggling as Stiles seemed to relax a bit. Jerking her thumb back towards the car behind them. "Micah's adopted… He's the newest addition. I heard you and Scott talking about an Alpha in science… I heard they had a rogue down in these parts. Wasn't aware it was this bad. Hunters show up yet?"

"Yeah…" There was that nervous tone again as Stiles pulled up to the expansive house, eyes shooting wide. "You live here?"

"Piece of crap, right?" Bubble popping as she looked up at the manor before them, jerking her body to the side as she grabbed her backpack. Looking over at Stiles with a smile, elbowing him gently. "Dude… Relax. We inherited it, and there's barely enough space for everyone living here. Heck… I share a room with Micah. Do you have any idea how bad his laundry smells? It's like he sleeps in a pig pen."

"Holy shit!" Stiles yowled jumping half way across the car as two gigantic paws pressed against his driver's side window, a single wolf licking at the window with a warble of interest. Looking at Lyca he realized he was half across her lap, sitting up he cleared his throat adjusting his shirt as if nothing had happened. "Your 'baby'?"

"Isn't he sweet? He's a timber wolf… Only about six months old. We named him Navajo." Lyca opened her door as she raised a brow at Stiles, smiling brightly as the wolf practically launched itself into her lap panting excitedly as it shoved its nose up against her cheek. Her fingers making quick work of the flesh behind his ears as she crooned at him, telling him what a good boy he was. Reaching over she grabbed Stiles' hand placing it on the wolf's head smiling sweetly. "He doesn't bite unless you have food on you… He's a real piggy."

"Good to know." Stiles' voice cracked as he stared at the wolf gently working his fingers through it's fur, finally drawing up some nerve he stroked behind its ear looking at Lyca. Okay… So maybe she wasn't totally socially awkward… No more than he was. The pair shared a smile as they went to work itching behind the wolf's ears.

"Dude… Jericho's pissed! He figured out I spray painted his car." Micah launched himself into the backseat trying to hunker down before Jericho could see him. Peeking up over the seat he smiled up at the pair. "Do I get my ears scratched too?"

"When you do your laundry I'll think about it. Your boxers are stinking up the room." Lyca flicked his nose.

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Having sent Micah to do laundry the pair had left to the animal hospital. Needless to say a few questions had been asked about her choice of pet, all having been answered with a smile in return. The people at the drive through that Stiles had chosen for dinner nearly had a fit at the fact there was a wolf in the back seat of his jeep. Lyca leaned back tilting her head to look at Stiles. "This town is pretty nice… Thanks for showing me around."

Stiles was busily trying to hide his hamburger from Navajo who seemed to feel entitled to it, the wolf nudging his elbow eagerly until Lyca gave him half of her meat. Taking another bite he chewed thoughtfully for a bit before swallowing. "Yeah… It's not half bad. Not much to do around here. Well, except Lacrosse."

"Lacrosse… Oh god. Please tell me it's a form of hockey." Lyca laughed as she finally gave in passing the rest of her hamburger to Navajo whom swallowed it whole. The wolf was quiet for a moment before giving a rather loud burp. She cocked a brow at the animal in the backseat that just itched behind his ear eyeing her innocently. "Very mature."

"Kinda… It's hard to explain it. I usually sit on the bench though." Stiles admitted as he looked over at Lyca. She got that trouble making grin on her face he'd quickly become accoustomed to. "What are you thinking?"

"I want to play. They don't have a girls team do they?" Lyca said leaning forward to look up at the half moon as they sat almost silently in the parking lot. AC/DC playing softly on the radio as they ate, she was working on her French fries at that point. Navajo snoring softly in the backseat, tired from the painkillers he'd been force fed.

"Not really… You sure you want to fight to play?" Stiles offered her a laugh before she just smirked.

"Violent sports are my bread and butter. I was on the male varsity football team back home. I may look cute and girly… But I kick some major ass. I'd make you look girly!" She laughed elbowing Stiles gently, before flopping her head onto his shoulder. Turning her eyes up towards him. "I'm tired."

"Oh… Uh… It is getting pretty late. So… How do we get back to your place?" Stiles finally said hanging his head dramatically, earning a soft laugh from Lyca as she just pointed in the direction of home. The pair silently listened to the radio, no longer finding any topics to talk about as Lyca nodded off repeatedly. The soft crunch of the dirt and rocks under the jeep as they pulled into the drive of her house had Lyca opening her eyes staring drowsily at the house. "Home, sweet home?"

"Yeah… Thanks for the ride. See you at school…" The pair remained awkwardly silent for a moment before Lyca opened her door to slide out, yelping in surprised as Navajo launched himself through the middle of the seats and out of the jeep. Smiling shyly at Stiles she waved and flicked the door shut running off towards the house as someone yelled for her.

Jumping as his phone rang halfway down Lyca's driveway he quickly answered it. "What's up?"

"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you!" Scott sounded peeved as if something was on his mind. Turning on his turn signal Stiles looked around cautiously before pulling onto the country road quickly accelerating as he drove back towards the downtown of Beacon Hill.

"I took Lyca and her dog to the animal hospital. What's up dude?" Stiles said putting his phone on speaker as he turned off the radio. Someone had their high lights on behind him nearly blinding him until they turned them off. Huffing softly as he flicked his own off as the town came into view.

"Something was off about that chick we were sitting next to in art… I couldn't figure it out. Did she tell you anything?" Scott sounded like he was typing on his computer. Stiles pulled down an empty street as he contemplated how to blow Scott's mind with news of epic proportion.

"She's a female Derek." Stiles finally started grinning as he waited for Scott to reply.

"She's a jerk?"

"No dumbass… She's a werewolf." Snarked Stiles with a grin, the phone suddenly went dead. Shock value was never so much fun.