I had so much fun writing this. It came from watching the season with the Dread Doctors (I forget exactly what season and episode) where the beast is attacking the school and all the students are hiding in the library when Scott comes in and shoos them all upstairs before saving the day and fighting the beast. It just left me wondering about what it would be like if all the students just like jointly agreed that we weren't going to talk about it. And this story was born... Hope you guys enjoy it!

At first it was just whispers.

The students of Beacon Hills weren't blind. People noticed the way that the nobodies at school suddenly started hanging out with the popular kids. Everyone knew Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski in the way that everyone did in a small town like Beacon Hills. But no one knew them until the whispers started.

Some remembered that Scott had asthma but no one commented on it. They were happy to have another great player on the lacrosse team. No one really cared that he his asthma somehow miraculously cured itself—except for Scott himself. It probably made his life a lot easier.

Then the popular group wasn't quite popular anymore. They became a new type of popular. Lydia Martin didn't throw her parties anymore or date the most popular jock at school. The most popular jock himself didn't stay long after everything that went down that night that he supposedly died.

Like everything else weird that had been happening at Beacon Hills High School, Scott McCall's name was mentioned. It soon became the norm.

Everyone knew who Scott McCall was. Everyone knew who his friends were. Some were jealous when Lydia Martin suddenly started talking with them. Others were jealous with the close friendship it was clear all of them had. Some were confused with the dynamics of the group. They excluded others; peers that they had known for their entire lives without even realizing it, but included new people with ease at the drop of the hat for no rhyme or reason. From a couple of freshman that those who'd been paying attention knew had gained no special treatment from Scott McCall and his friends until one day they did to other nobodies at BHS suddenly becoming a part of their group.

No one was surprised when the new girl, Malia, became a part of their group. The second she walked into their halls it was clear that she was with them. If Scott and Stiles weren't walking side by side with her, or Lydia taking a seat next to her in their classes wasn't a give a way, everyone would have known it within a week. Malia was different (others would say weird) and like all things… different, Scott McCall was there.

Something weird happened and Scott McCall was there. It was the norm.

It wasn't too far off for the students to then start going to Scott McCall themselves when they saw something weird that they had no idea how to explain or how to take care of it.

Scott was standing at his bike when the kid approached him. He was a freshman named Johnny who'd always been shy around new people, but amongst his friends was known to have a killer sense of humor.

"Hey," Scott said when it became clear that the kid wasn't going to say anything without prompting despite clearly wanting to speak to him. "Can I help you?"

"Um, yeah actually. I think you can at least." Johnny looked away, fingering the straps of his backpack. He looked back at Scott who was still watching him with those all seeing brown eyes.

Johnny had seen Scott around school since the moment that he had started at Beacon Hills High. He'd seen him and a few of his other friends in the way that all freshman did. Eyeing the upper classmen, seeing who was cool and who wasn't. Who could possibly give trouble to him or his friends.

Scott had definitely not been the latter but Johnny hadn't quite been able to figure out where he was in the former. Scott and his friends weren't quite cool. They didn't sit in the center of the cafeteria and while Scott was captain of the lacrosse team, he didn't own it the way that other lacrosse players did.

Yet, there was something about Scott that Johnny hadn't been able to figure out until he started to hear the whispers. Everyone deferred to him and his friends in a way that none of them noticed. Not Scott and his friends. Not the other students at Beacon Hills High. Johnny didn't even realize it himself at first. But nothing else could explain the slight tilting of a head that was given when they walked by. Even from the upper classmen. Even from the teachers.

Everyone knew Scott McCall, but it wasn't until you knew, that you knew why people knew him.

That didn't mean that Johnny didn't feel like he was barking up the wrong tree, or that he was most likely going to be called a giant idiot and loser and whatever other name Scott can think of and never have a chance again of having any social standing at Beacon Hills High.

Whispers were still whispers and they were kept that way for a reason.

Scott's eyes had lit up in curiosity at Johnny's reply, his lips tilted in a warm smile that welcomed Johnny to tell him whatever was on his mind.

Johnny gulped. "Um, so I know I'm new here and I haven't been here for a while—but people talk—" Scott's smile seemed to dim a little, a guardedness appearing. "—and they were saying—well not really saying—but they said that you were the person to go to if there was something…weird."

Scott's smile had disappeared but he wasn't laughing or telling Johnny he was an idiot and that was a step in the right direction. "Weird how?"

Johnny nodded his head frantically, hands tightening on his backpack straps. Scott was being cautious. That made sense, no one wanted to be known as the town crazy. Johnny felt stupid enough even talking to Scott. He understood the caution but wished that Scott hadn't. It had been hard enough even walking up to Scott's bike.

"Weird like different." Johnny looked around and took a step closer to Scott. The bell had rung about ten minutes ago and while there was still traffic in the parking lot from everyone trying to get out at the same time, there weren't as many students wandering around. Johnny still felt like everyone could hear every word that came out of his mouth. "Weird like things you can't explain. Please tell me I'm not totally crazy."

Scott considered him for a moment. Sighing, he placed his helmet onto his bike. "You're not crazy."

Johnny's body immediately relaxed. He'd been going crazy all night thinking about what he'd seen in the forest. He'd heard the whispers in the hall but hadn't thought much of it just like he was sure everyone else had. But seeing those little fairy like things in the forest and then getting chased by them. He had a cut on his calve from where one of them had grabbed him. He hadn't been sure he was going to make it out alive.

Those whispers made a lot more sense and he wondered how many people had seen things they couldn't explain. Knowing that he could go to someone was a relief he hadn't been expecting. Sure there was a chance he might be called crazy (he might actually be crazy) but he needed to take the chance.

Johnny explained his story in hurried whispers. About how he'd been out jogging the night before in the forest and it had gotten dark a lot earlier than he'd expected when suddenly those creatures had popped out of nowhere.

Scott listened intently, brow furrowing further and further with each word that Johnny spoke, but nowhere in it did he call Johnny crazy or act confused about what he was talking about.

"So, do you know what it is?" Johnny asked breathlessly once he'd finished his story. "Will you be able to do something about it?"

The rest of the parking lot had emptied out besides a few cars, most notably being Stile's blue jeep, another well-known item in Beacon Hills High. Stiles Stilinski was Scott McCall's best friend and it wasn't ever too strange to see the group of them in the car racing off to somewhere unknown. Stiles Stilinski himself was standing in front of the jeep with Lydia Martin, both of them watching Johnny talking to Scott. He would have felt intimidated in another situation, but having them here felt reassuring knowing that they were going to help Scott like they always did.

At least according to the whispers.

Scott smiled reassuringly at Johnny, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it." Scott took a step back and moved in the direction of Stiles' jeep. He paused, looking back at Johnny. "Do yourself a favor and don't go into the woods at night."

Johnny nodded his head up and down. "Okay, I will. Won't! Won't go into the woods. And thanks, I appreciate it. Also for not thinking I was crazy." Johnny looked around then, realizing that he was still at school but there were only a few stragglers left and no one paying attention to him anymore. Scott hadn't paused in the entire time that Johnny had been talking, only turning when he reached his friends. He gave Johnny a wave before facing his friends, all of them huddling together, mouths moving quickly.

Johnny nodded again to himself, glancing at his phone for the time. He cursed realizing that he had missed his bus and was now going to have to wait for his mom to pick him up in another hour when she got off work. He sighed to himself and moved back to the school. Might as well study in the library.

He heard a roar and looked up, pausing as the blue jeep rolled by, Stiles, Scott and Lydia all sitting in side of it, Scott's bike left abandoned. The sight made Johnny relax, knowing that what he saw was going to get taken care of.

And it was.

Soon it wasn't just Scott McCall.

"Hey, you're Scott's friend, right?" asked Kendra, staring at Stiles Stilinski. They were inside of the grocery store, one that Kendra had never been in herself until that night.

"Yes…?" Stiles turned to face Kendra, an amused expression on his face. "Normally I'm asked if I'm the Sherriff's son. Got to say, it's a bit weird to be known only as 'Scott's friend'."

"Stiles Stilinski, right?"

Stiles frowned, hand lowering from the cereal box that he'd been about to grab. He had a full cart in front of him and if rumors were correct, held the contents of Stiles and the Sherriff's weekly grocery run. "So you do know who I am."

"Everyone knows who you are."

"Normally I'd be flattered but I get the impression this isn't a social visit."

Kendra shook her head, eyes darting around. There was no one else in their aisle but she had no idea about the neighboring ones. "Can we go somewhere to talk?"

Stiles eyed his cart full of food. "I suppose this can't wait."

Kendra shook her head, feeling bad for a moment before remembering what she had seen happen to her boyfriend. "It really can't."

"Alright, let's go," Stiles said without even another second of contemplation, leaving his full shopping cart right where he had left it.

Kendra felt a bit bad for the worker that was going to have to put everything else away only for a moment. This was much more important. She twisted towards Stiles the moment they were inside his jeep, the story spilling out as he got it started and pulled out. She knew without even asking that he was taking them to Scott McCall. It was why she had found him.

Everyone knew that if you had something you couldn't explain you went to Scott McCall or one of his friends. She'd been on her way to see Scott himself, hoping that he was working tonight at the vets—another thing that was common knowledge amongst the student body of Beacon Hills High, something that no one even realized they all knew until the information became relevant—when she had seen Stiles' jeep in the grocery store.

Kendra explained how her and her boyfriend had been sneaking into the school after hours that night to make use of the pool when all of a sudden he had just gone missing. Kendra would have reported it to the police, her squeaky clean record be damned if it hadn't been the way that he disappeared. She hadn't just not been able to find him disappear. He had literally vanished in front of her face. The last thing Kendra seeing of her boyfriend was a look of horror.

She had spun around but not able to see anything. Lockers started swinging back and forth, howling started. She hadn't stuck around to wait, sprinting out of the school and to her car, grateful that she had been the one to drive that night. Getting on the road the only person she could think of to go to was Scott McCall.

Stiles stayed calm as she told her story and she knew that she had gone to the right person. They parked in front of a house and upon entering Kendra realized that it belonged to Scott McCall himself. She was even more grateful to have seen Stiles' car since the vet would have been a dead end.

A beautiful woman with dark, curly hair greeted them at the door, a look of knowing growing at the sight of Kendra and her less than put together appearance. She patted Stiles' arm and told them that Scott was upstairs before heading into the kitchen.

It wasn't until that moment that Kendra wondered what it must be like for the mother of Scott McCall. Everyone whispered but if anyone knew, it would be Melissa McCall. She was the one who had to worry every time that someone like Kendra came to her door that her son would come home alright.

Scott McCall's life was dangerous.

Everyone heard about what had happened to Allison Argent. Heard the story that had been told. A mugging gone wrong. Everyone talked. Nobody whispered. But everyone knew that she had been a part of the group that surrounded Scott McCall.

Kendra followed Stiles up the stairs, smiling minutely as Stiles kept cracking jokes. She appreciated the effort. It was already somber enough. She was glad that Scott McCall had someone like Stiles Stilinski as his friend. He needed someone like him or they probably wouldn't be able to ask Scott McCall for help for very long. Kendra was sure that everyone in Scott's group had a place like Stiles and she was glad they all had each other.

She wasn't surprised when Scott met them halfway up the stairs, having heard they were coming. He led them into his room, the move feeling practiced, despite the intimate location. He listened intently as she retold her story and promised that they would take care of it.

She didn't ask any questions. That wasn't how it was done. Everyone knew and everyone whispered but nobody talked. If something unexplainable went on you went to Scott McCall and he would take care of it. If you saw something slightly weird or something that just couldn't be explained about him or one of his friends, then it was brushed away.

Scott McCall saved their lives and everyone knew it but nobody said it.

The day the school had been attacked by something unexplainable everyone had reacted and hidden and dealt with the consequences but no one had talked about how Scott or Malia or Liam had pushed them out of the way with a strength that no one should be capable of. No one talked about their glowing eyes, one set red, one set blue and one set golden. No one talked about the claws or fantastic feats that they had done to save them all.

Everyone whispered.

And the next day everyone picked up the pieces and did their best to move on. No one talked about what they had seen and couldn't explain.

You went to Scott McCall when something weird went on. But you never talked about Scott McCall.

She got her boyfriend back a week later.

He wasn't really her boyfriend anymore. He had no memory of what had happened, in fact he had no memory at all. Physically he was fine. Mentally he was as well, no harm to his brain. He could still do math and would be in the same grade, he just had no recollection of any people that had been in his life or how he knew any of the things he did.

She was still grateful. He was safe and he was alive and he would relearn his life with her help and everyone else's. She knew that not everyone who asked Scott McCall for help had as much luck as she did. Not all of it ended with a happy reunion.

Sometimes you were Allison Argent or Scott McCall.

She was happy to be neither.

She hugged her boyfriend tight and wept, even though he didn't know who she was, he was still there.

Soon it wasn't just something weird.

"Are we in the right place?" Stiles turned to Scott.

Scott nodded. "I can hear him."

"No one else is there?"

"He's alone."

Stiles sent off a text and put his phone in his pocket. "Tessa made it to Melissa."

"Good. Let's do this."

With a final nod to Stiles, Scott disappeared around the back where he would meet up with Malia and Liam. Lydia was with Tessa right now having been the one to drive her to Beacon Hills where she would be spending the night at Scott McCall's house. Tomorrow she would go speak to her mother, but that was tomorrows worries.

Tessa was a couple of years older than Scott and Stiles. She had been a senior when the two of them were sophomores and everything was just getting started in Beacon Hills. She had heard the whispers just like everyone else but hadn't thought much of them. Hadn't cared to. People were only just learning the difference between Scott McCall and Scott McCall.

The whispers were faint but they were still heard.

Tessa had graduated from Beacon Hills High as just another one of the students. She had a good amount of friends and was never bullied. She'd had a boyfriend but had ended it after graduation, both of them ready to enjoy college single and see what it brought them. It had been mutual and respected and she always thought back on him fondly. She'd gotten decent grades and never been in trouble besides one time when she'd skipped class with friends just so they could say they had ditched class when they were in high school. Overall, she was normal and she had been content to live her life that way.

Then she had met her boyfriend, Ronald, in San Francisco where she was attending college. He was older and handsome and loved to spoil her rotten. It was too good to be true and it turned out to be just that.

It wasn't until she was visiting home with Ronald that she remembered Scott McCall. They were walking through Beacon Hills, her arm grasped tight in Ronald's hand, an action that he always did when they were out in public and the reason for the never ending bruise on her upper arms. They were the ones that hurt the least. Tessa had only been allowed this visit because her mother had been calling more and more frequently, knowing something was wrong, but not exactly what.

All Tessa wanted to do was call for help. She, like every other person in a situation like hers, had never thought that she would be 'that girl'. It was a lot different when she was in this situation and she couldn't get out no matter how hard she tried. Police were paid off or the court simply didn't believe her when she finally did talk to the right officer. It was a lot different when Ronald knew who to threaten and knew how to follow through.

She'd always known money made the world spin. She never knew how much until she was caught in its grasp.

Tessa had learned not to expect help.

Until she saw Scott McCall.

She hadn't thought about it at first. They'd walked by each other, another face that was vaguely familiar as most peoples were in this town. The difference was that Scott didn't just walk by the way everyone else it. His steps slowed, eyes flickering from hers, to Ronald's, down to his hand on her arm, that tightened even more at Scott's presence (he'd never been fond of other men even in Tessa's presence) and back to Tessa's face.

She hadn't thought of Scott McCall for years. Hadn't had a reason to.

Until then.

If you have a problem, take it to Scott McCall. She didn't remember the part about it being a strange problem. She didn't need to.

"How did you get in here?" Asked the red faced man upon opening the door to see a gawky teenager. "This is a gated property."

"Yeah I think I got that from the gate I had to climb over."

"I'm calling security," the man said.

"Are you Ronald?" The man only glared at Stiles, phone brought to his ear. "Boyfriend to Tessa?"

That got his attention. Ronald snorted and lowered the phone, placing it in his pocket. Stiles smirked and pressed the button in his pocket. It gave a small clicking sound that was muffled in his jeans to human ears, but not to werewolves. Or werecoyotes.

"What the hell did that bitch say to you? You gonna be her knight in shining armor? Is that what you promised her? Let me tell you something, she's a pathetic lay and you'd be bet to cut your losses now. I should have years ago."

The lights went out in the house and on the property.

Ronald whirled. "What the hell?" He glared at Stiles. "What the hell did you do?"

"Nothing, man. I've been standing here the whole time."

Ronald cursed and stalked into the house, leaving the door wide open, uncaring about the kid at his back.

"What's it like?"

"What?" Ronald asked, as he tried some of the lights in the room. He knew security was already checking on it, but it would take some time to get to him. He liked privacy in his own homes.

"Beating someone weaker than you."

It wasn't the words that made Ronald pause, but the tone. It was much too reassured for his liking.

He'd expected bravado. It wouldn't be the first time that Ronald had heard it. Men all over the world liked to think they stood in bigger boots than they actually did and he had thought this boy would be just another one. He had been ready to hear it out just for some amusement before that bitch, Tessa, showed her face again. Boys like the one in front of him always wanted to save the girl, not understanding that she didn't want to be saved in the first place. Ronald was going to let him have his say before sending him on his way. He'd give him a few punches if he needed to and make sure security got him on the way out. The kid would be done in the world before he'd even started.

He turned. The kid didn't sound like someone who didn't know what he was doing. He sounded practiced. If he hadn't said words like this before, he'd said words similar. Ronald had learned long ago to never judge an opponent by their age but by the way they talked. And the one in front of him oozed confidence in a way that even the boy's body didn't match.

The kid had been fingering one of Ronald's Buddha's that he'd acquired from an auction in Southeast Asia ten years ago after signing his first deal there. He looked up and retracted his hand when he realized that he had Ronald's attention. His eyes moved behind Ronald for a moment before sliding back. He smirked. "Do you really think you're the scariest monster in the world?"

Ronald frowned, in the middle of forming a reply when he was whipped around, a snarling man like figure towering over him. The monsters face was distorted, eyes burning red and teeth sharp and elongated. Claws dug into Ronald. He whimpered, feeling them pierce and blood begin to trickle down his arms, Ronald's heart beating a hundred miles an hour as he stared at the thing holding him hostage.

"Did you really think you were the scariest monster in the world," the kid asked again, head appearing at Ronald's side, uncaring of the snarling monster holding Ronald hostage. Ronald's eyes darted frantically between the two of them. In fact he had an easy going smile on his face. "Well?"

"No! No! I don't know! What—what is he?" He didn't struggle much, each movement only causing more pain, but he still couldn't force himself entirely still, his body reacting without his permission to get away from the creature in front of him. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, making out two other people shaped shadows, one male and the other female. Both with glowing eyes—one yellow and the other an ice blue. Ronald's heart thundered even faster, beating a painful rhythm. "What—what are you?"

"We're your worst nightmares." The kid who no longer looked like a kid said. His eyes almost looked black, dark shadows hanging under his eyes and an all too knowing smirk lined his lips like he knew exactly what Ronald was thinking. "Now, here's what's going to happen. Tessa is gone. You will never see or contact her again. You see her walking down the street you turn around and go the other way. You harm a hair on her head, or anyone else's for that matter, we will hunt you down and eat you."

A snarl sounded from the shadows. Ronald whimpered.

"Pay attention." The kid flicked him on the head. "You might think you have the upper hand in this world but you're only just now learning that you've only been playing in half of it. You might have gotten away from this with the police but you won't get away with it from us. You disappear from Tessa's life and we leave you in peace. You don't harm another hair on anyone else's head and we leave you in peace. Do you understand?"

Ronald nodded his head, grimacing when the claws sunk in even further. "Yes, yes. I understand! Please let me go. I won't ever talk to her again! Please."

Claws tightened at the same time as the kid growled, "Anyone."

"Anyone! Yes, yes, anyone. I swear!"

The kid scowled. "Pathetic." He nodded at the red eyed monster who released him, one claw at a time, seeming to relish in each one of Ronald's moan of pains.

Ronald collapsed onto the ground. The kid kneeled down in front of him as the monster took a step back. "Please! I said that I'd stop."

"Coward. Men like you are pathetic. You can't even be called men." He stood. "Follow your word or this won't be the last time that you see us."

Ronald nodded, eyes darting back and forth between the kid who'd looked so unsuspecting at first and the other three monsters. He could see more of them now. Only their eyes showed the monsters that they really were, the rest of their faces now looking human except for the eyes. They were much younger than he had expected but he shouldn't have been surprised from the age of the one who'd been doing all of the talking. The red and yellow eyed one were talking quietly to each other but Ronald knew that if he so much as twitched the wrong way they would be on him.

The blue eyed one was staring at him silently, a dark smirk on her face. The rest of them had only looked mad and disgusted when looking at him. This girls face held the same. Except she had one more emotion in the twist of her lips. Hunger.

Ronald gulped.

The kid moved, the rest of them moving behind him, clearly taking their ques from him.

"Are you one of them?" Ronald couldn't stop himself from asking.

The kid didn't stop moving, "I'm something worse."

They left, as quickly as they had come, each one trailing out until the last one stood, staring down at Ronald. It was the first one. The one with red eyes who had grabbed and held Ronald only now his eyes weren't red. They were brown, his face returning to a human expression that might have been meant to be reassuring but only scared Ronald more because he knew what this one was telling him. He was telling him how normal he looked. How normal all of him and his monster friends looked.

Ronald would spend every moment of the rest of his life jumping at shadows and flinching at people that he never would have before. He would never know who was truly a monster and with that fear he would assume everyone was.

The monster (man) turned on his heels and left.

It wasn't until he left that Ronald realized he had seen him before. With Tessa herself, in the small fuck town that she'd been raised in. A part of him sneered at the fact that she would be from the same town as such monsters while the rest of him knew the truth. If monsters like him were even in a small town like Beacon Hills, that meant he'd better watch his steps in a city like San Francisco.

"You were laying it on a little thick there Stiles."

Stiles laughed and threw an arm around Scott's shoulders. "When am I ever again having to have such a golden opportunity."

Malia snorted from next to them.

"Hopefully never," Liam muttered.

"Hey, I resent that! My acting was phenomenal. I mean you guys are scary, but nothing reinforces a good we're gonna hunt you down and eat you moment like a good evil monologue."

"Whatever you say Stiles," Scott said, "whatever you say."

Soon it wasn't just the student body.

Teachers.

Neighbors.

Police.

Everyone.

When you have a problem you take it to Scott McCall.

This is a one shot by itself but I do have a companion piece that is also a one shot, but still a companion. I've started it but don't know exactly when I'll finish, I have other projects I'm working on and it's not a priority. I was really debating with how I wanted to upload this and want you to know to expect something else so follow this story if you're interested in the next chapter. This is a one shot, but sort of a two shot so only expect two chapters total. But that's the reason why I haven't put it as complete even though this one-shot part was. But again, next part is just a fun companion.

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