Disclaimer I claim no ownership of Teen Wolf or Power Rangers

A/N This is a Ninja Storm crossover because I wanted Dustin to make Stiles better and I like working in a familiar framework. So Stiles is becoming a Ninja. There are new characters, a few of whom will continue to be important. This draws a lot from my Rainbow Brotherhood, so this is an alter-verse. Whether or not Justin is a werewolf as it is in the base timeline of events, I'm undecided, I do know he's not a part of the Beacon Hills pack at all.

There are panic attacks and nightmares, but I don't think there's anything triggery happening so there's that.

This is the first of a series called Welcome to Wolf's Den and Pub.

My enabler told me that Scott was OOC here, but given that this is post Nogitsune (meaning his first love is dead, a guy he knew and was starting to like was dead, and he'd just had it proven that everybody he loved wasn't safe) I think it might be a possibly understandable reaction.

(Reluctantly ignores Season 4 of Teen Wolf.)

"Stiles, you need to be careful," Scott said as he gripped his bleeding side.

"I can take care of myself," Stiles replied, "You didn't have to protect me like that; I had the mountain ash ready."

Scott stared at Stiles for a long moment. "I'm sorry, I just- I want you to be safe."

"All I am is safe!" Stiles said. "Ever since it happened, I've been nothing but safe, even when you needed what I can do. How can I help the Pack if you won't let me do what I'm good at?"

"You almost died; I thought I would have to give you the Bite." Scott said in an almost whine.

Stiles threw his hands up and stepped back, "We all almost die every time something big goes down. A couple of rogue Omegas, we can handle easily if you'd trust us to do what we do best." He turned and started away.

"Stiles?" Scott said.

"If you can't trust me to do my job, then what am I doing here?" Stiles asked, "I'm out. I'm done." He threw himself into his jeep and twisted the key viciously. He pretended he couldn't hear Scott and Derek shouting behind him over the roar of the engine and he rolled up his window to keep the wind from making his eyes water.

When he got home, he found his dad waiting up. "Everything all right?"

"No," Stiles said. "I got more bruises because Scott knocked me away from the mountain ash circle in an attempt to protect me than I did from the damn Omega. I'm tired of being bruised because they want to protect me instead of letting me do what I'm supposed to. I'm tired of being seen as weak."

"Stiles, you are not weak," John said.

"You know that, and I know that, but why can't they see that?" Stiles asked, hugging his dad tightly. "I just want to do my part."

John held him close, rubbing his back gently. "Maybe there's something you can do?" He suggested, "Have you talked to Scott?"

"Every time," Stiles said. "Even Deaton's tried. It's like, once he smells blood, all Scott can do is protect me." He stepped back and glanced at his dad, "What do you say to having pizza for dinner? If you agree to a salad, I'll let you pick the toppings."

John sighed, "Deal. I'll go order."

"I'm going up to my room," Stiles replied.

As he climbed the stairs, Stiles reflected that at least none of the wolves would be waiting for him. After the Oni and the Nogitsune, John and Stiles had debated whether having the mountain ash barriers like the McCalls had were a good or bad idea. One too many nights of Stiles waking up to find Derek hovering in his bedroom had led him to agreeing with his dad. The protection of the mountain ash barriers versus the ease of access for a brooding wolf had been no contest. Derek could learn to use the door, or do without his daily dose of Stiles.

So far, Derek hadn't even shown up, so Stiles wasn't sure if he even knew.

Stiles rounded the door and found Derek standing on the roof outside his window looking murderous.

Apparently, he knew.

Stiles walked over to the window, stared at Derek for a long moment, then pointedly shut the window and close the curtains. Then he went over and woke up his computer. They'd activated the system when the Omega had proven willing to attack humans, and Stiles wasn't going to take it down just yet. Maybe when Scott got his head out of his ass, perhaps.

School was a nightmare. Stiles didn't want to talk to Scott, Isaac, Lydia, or Kira. Malia didn't try to talk to him, but then Stiles only saw Malia in passing on days when she was at the school as part of her special academic plans.

When it was over, however, Stiles found a nice surprise waiting at home with his dad.

Two men in sharply dressed business suits were in the living room.

"Stiles," John said, "can you come here, please?"

"I didn't do anything," Stiles said as he studied the two. The taller of the pair wore glasses and was of Japanese descent. He had an odd green pendant hanging down over his tie. The other man was probably Samoan or something similar and an oddly intense stare. If Stiles hadn't built up immunity to Derek's glare, he thought he'd be intimidated.

The Samoan chuckled, "You didn't do anything bad, no. My name is Shane Clarke, I'm the assistant headmaster of a private academy here in California, and this is my associate Cameron Watanabe."

"Stiles Stilinski," Stiles replied. "I didn't apply to anything."

"No, our academy doesn't really work that way," Clarke said, "it's by invitation only. We look for young men and women with certain abilities or potential and invite them to the school."

"Stiles," John said, "I think you should keep an open mind here."

"Okay," Stiles said.

"The Academy teaches its students the way of the Ninja, including mastery of the elements," Watanabe said. "You have the potential to be an Earth Ninja."

"What does that mean?" Stiles asked.

"Well, we're not Earth Ninjas," Clarke said, looking uncomfortable. "But I am an Air Ninja. This is what I can do." He made a gesture and a strong wind filled the room, swirling around Stiles before it dissipated.

"That was pretty cool," Stiles said after a moment. He knew the mountain ash barriers were up; he'd made sure of it. These two weren't supernatural, whatever else they might be. "What about my school work?"

"The Academy maintains an online academic program designed to balance with your physical program. We believe that training your mind is as important as your soul or your body." Watanabe replied as he adjusted his glasses, "My father runs the academy and I grew up there. I assure you, our academics are challenging and our students have gone on to top universities not only in the US, but worldwide."

Stiles glanced at his dad, "What about the fees? My dad…"

"Stiles, your father shared your last report card with us," Clarke said, "I can say rather confidently that if that's the level of academics you maintain you are a top contender for an academic scholarship."

"In fact," Watanabe said, "there's one I think will be awarded to you. It's a scholarship that is granted based on financial need and academic merit."

Stiles turned to his dad, "What do you think?"

John shrugged a little, glancing at the two men. "Do you mind if I speak with my son upstairs?"

"Go ahead," Clarke said. "We don't mind waiting."

Stiles nervously followed his dad upstairs and into John's room. "Stiles, I think this is what you were looking for."

"Dad?" Stiles asked.

"I can't see anyone calling Clarke or Watanabe weak," John said as he crossed his arms. "They told me a few things I can't tell you, but Stiles, I think this is exactly what you were looking for if you give it a chance."

"You want me to go?" Stiles asked.

"No," John said, "I'm not ready for you to leave, but I also don't want to hear that you died fighting something stronger than the Pack when you could have training that would more than make sure you survived."

Stiles bit his lip, thinking of his friends, of the look on Derek's face last night, and then he looked up at his dad. "All right," he said. "If I get that scholarship, I'll go."

John smiled, "Let's go make arrangements."