Author's Note: So this is gonna be a series of one to two shots about Fem Stiles. This one is connected to my other story Memories. I own nothing.

Running With Wolves

Winter Formal

Stiles really didn't want to go to Winter Formal. For one she didn't have a date. Lydia would probably laugh in her face if she asked her, at least for an actual date. Stiles had long ago figured out that it didn't matter to her what you have in your pants, it mattered what you have in your heart and in your head. She'd been crushing on Lydia for a while now. But Lydia was straight as an arrow, and only had eyes for Jackson for some reason. So Stiles was more than a bit annoyed when Scott came up to her begging for her to go to Winter Formal to help him distract Coach Finnstock so he could have a fun night with the daughter of someone who wanted to kill him. Stiles eventually agreed after Scott said that Allison had convinced Lydia to go with Stiles as a friend. Plus Scott was too much of a puppy dog to say no to for long. So here she was sitting next to Lydia at the table watching as she stared after Jackson as he ran out of the gym. Stiles sighed and stood brushing off her lavender skirt and blowing a strand of her short hair out of her face.

"Come on. Let's go get you Jackson back, you beautiful intelligent dummy." Lydia stared at her for a moment before grinning. She stood and glanced around before pulling Stiles into a hug.

"Thanks." Stiles grinned and they split up. It wasn't until about ten minutes later that Stiles realized how fantastically bad that idea had been. Unfortunately she didn't realize this until she was running across the lacrosse field knowing there was no way she would get to Lydia before Peter Hale did.

Stiles skidded across the field as Lydia fell unconscious and covered in her own blood. She tried to reach out to see if the redhead was even still alive but Peter got in her way. He was crouched over Lydia in some perverse mockery of protection. Stiles' expression hardened, hiding the fear she knew he could probably smell.

"She had nothing to do with this!" Peter crept forwards one hand wandering under Stiles chin forcing her to look up at him and away from her friend.

"I know but she does now." Stiles glared at Peter who had the audacity to smile.

"Why her?!" Peter shrugged claws emerging under Stiles chin as he forced her to stand back up.

"She was in the way. I needed you." Stiles eyes went wide and confusion was clear in their whiskey depths but there was no waver to her voice as her eyes darted back to Lydia.

"Why?" Peter pressed his claws closer to her chin forcing her attention back to him.

"To find Derek." The confusion was back on her face.

"How the hell would I know where he is? Isn't it your job to keep track of your pack!" Peter raised his hand to Stiles' face and she couldn't hide her flinch but he merely brushed his knuckles against her cheek gently.

"You really are the smart one aren't you Stiles. You know how to find Derek. And if you don't I'll finish what I started and kill your little redhead friend." Stiles glanced at Lydia one more time before she spoke her eyes never leaving the bloodstained redhead.

"Scott's phone. I think Derek knew he would be taken that night. Scott's phone disappeared that night too. I think he took it." Peter frowned.

"How does that help us find him?" Stiles' brow scrunched slightly before she remembered that he'd been in a vegetative state for quite some time.

"God your old, all phones have GPS now. You need a computer to track it. And his username and password. Which I don't know." She half expected Peter to rip her throat out for the old comment but he drew his hand away from her chin, never even drawing blood. Then he laughed, it was dark and more of a chuckle, but it was definitely a laugh.

"Don't lie to me Stiles. You know everything about him. And you're going to help me find him. Or she dies." Peter started to walk away.

"She's gonna bleed out on the field if you don't let me get her help." Peter paused and nodded.

"Granted. Call her loverboy, that's all you get." Stiles nodded and pulled out her phone. It took a moment to find Jackson's number but she managed it her hands shaking. He answered on the second ring.

"Jackson, Lydia is hurt. Come to the lacrosse field and whatever you do don't tell my dad you talked to me please." With no further explanation Stiles hung up and followed Peter off the field. He led her over to the deserted parking lot and made her dig her keys out of the tiny purse she was somehow still carrying. He hopped into the passenger side and she sighed kicking off her heels which were caked with mud. Peter smiled at her as she threw her shoes and purse into the back of the jeep and started the car. He directed her onto a road that led to the outskirts of Beacon Hills.

They road in silence for a while Peter occasionally directing Stiles to turn one way or the other. Finally Peter seemed to find the silence oppressive.

"Come on don't be so down. If she lives she'll be much more powerful than she ever was." Stiles rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I'll just have two friends wanting to rip my throat out once a month." Peter shrugged.

"Well because she's a girl she'll want to do it twice a month." Stiles scoffed and turned left onto a path into the preserve. She couldn't help but wonder if she was going to end up scattered around the preserve like Laura Hale.

Peter directed her to pull up next to a silver Prius parked in the middle of the woods. Peter hopped out of the car and opened Stiles' door offering her a hand. She stared at him for a moment.

"You're not wearing shoes, don't want you to cut your feet." Stiles really had no choice but to accept his hand, he was blocking her only way out of her jeep anyway. He wrapped an arm around her and carried her easily over to the Prius. He set her down on the hood and spoke.

"Wait here." Stiles did as she was told, she wasn't used to doing that but it seemed the best way to not get killed. But silence never sat well with her so she spoke as Peter dug a set of keys out of his pocket and opened the trunk.

"Whose car is this?" She realized she shouldn't have asked when she heard a loud fleshy thump behind the car. But Peter spoke again as he rummaged in the trunk.

"It was my nurse's." Stiles really should just keep her mouth shut but she couldn't help it.

"What happened to her?" Peter pulled a bag out of the trunk and grabbed the arm of a body. As he dragged the body around the car Stiles felt bile rise in her throat. He carelessly dropped the arm and smiled a sharp toothed grin at her.

"I got better." Peter set the bag next to Stiles.

"Get working. I'll be back in a minute." Stiles watched horrified as Peter hefted the body of his nurse and ran out into the woods. She glanced down at her hands, which were shaking. She glanced over at her jeep. She could try to make a break for it. But she also needed to know where Derek was. There was no way she and Scott could take on hunters on their own and Derek was better than Peter. She had no doubt that Derek wasn't really on the psychotic alpha's side. Not after he killed his sister. So instead of bolting of her jeep she opened the bag and pulled out the things inside. She was pleased to find a my-fi device. She would bet she wasn't going to get a signal out here without it. She powered on the device and pulled out the laptop. She would bet that it belonged to Peter's late nurse but it was a Mac book. She frowned. She was powering on the computer when she heard Peter's footsteps again.

"So you're a Mac guy. Is that al werewolves or is it just personal preference?" Peter grinned. He'd buried his nurse not too far from here. He'd been listening, waiting for Stiles to make a break for her jeep. He'd expected more of a fight from her. But she was smarter than he gave her credit for. He was glad he hadn't had to hurt her, yet. She pulled up the website and paused for a moment. Peter's smile ticked down a notch, she was going to put up a fight, if only to keep up appearances. She was quite an interesting little human.

"I don't know his password." Peter sighed. Then he lunged shoving her hard against the windshield which cracked. She squeaked in pain and he smelled blood. He smiled as he wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed gently.

"Don't lie to me Stiles. Now are you going to help me find my beloved nephew or am I going to have to rip your throat out with my teeth." There was a rather tense pause before Stiles, who was going very red in the face, nodded. He released her neck and she drew a gasping coughing breath. Peter picked up the laptop and handed it back to her. She began to type and Peter felt his eyes roll.

"His username is Allison?" Stiles tapped the password box aand began to type again.

"His password is also Allison." Peter deadpanned.

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles' voice was slightly scratchy and Peter smiled at her as the screen loaded. Stiles frowned when the map finally popped up.

"They're keeping him at his own house?" Peter shook his head.

"Not in it, under it. I know exactly where that is." A howl echoed around them.

"And it sounds like I'm not the only one." Peter nodded and began to walk away. Stiles really should have just kept her mouth shut but his actions didn't make sense.

"So wait you're not gonna kill me?" Peter turned around like he'd just been reminded of something very important. Stiles felt fear rush through her veins. Peter smiled. Fear was a heady scent to any wolf but her fear had a familiar flavor. Everything about her reminded him of a better time. So instead of lunging like his human brain was telling him to he gently reached out and caught her hand.

"I like you Stiles. So, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to give you a gift." Stiles looked confused. Peter had to admit it was cute when she didn't know what was going on.

"Do you want the bite?" He gently pulled her to the edge of the hood of the car so she was level with him ignoring the laptop falling to the ground again, this time the screen shattered on a rock.

"If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become just as powerful as Scott. If not more so. It was luck that I bit him that night. It could easily have been you." He brought her wrist closer and closer to his face with every word. He was breathing directly on her wrist when he finished, her arm practically in his mouth already. Her heart was going a mile a minute. He let his fangs slip into place and slowly went to bite her. She pulled her arm out of his grip. He let her go.

"No. I don't want to be like you." Peter smiled.

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to lie to me anymore Stiles. One of the benefits of being a wolf is that I can hear your heartbeat. You know what I heard. A flutter when you said the words 'I don't want.' You might believe you're telling me the truth but you're lying to yourself." Stiles stared at him. He smiled a bit wider.

"But I cant have you following me either." He grabbed her by the throat again and before she could even squeak he slammed her head into the metal of the hood just hard enough to knock her out cold. He scooped her up and gently laid her in the trunk of the Prius. He clicked it closed and walked over to her jeep. He'd already snagged the keys from her. It took a minute but he found her phone and dialed nine one one.

"911 what's your emergency?" He got into the jeep and started it.

"I'd like to report an abandoned car on the preserve. I think I heard something from the trunk too." He smiled as he drove off giving the woman on the phone directions to the area where he'd left Stiles. When she tried to collect his information though he hung up the phone and threw it into the back of the jeep. He left it back at the now deserted school. She'd find it eventually. He smiled to himself and raced off towards the old Hale house.