Stiles:

As Stiles walked to his Jeep, the only thought going through his head was how much he dreaded going to Derek's house so often, now that he and Scott were 'pack'. Ever since the night Matt held them all hostage, the night he spent uncomfortably laying completely immobilized on top of Derek, he and Scott made the hard decision to join the pack. And now, with this new Alpha Pack in town, they knew that they made the right choice.

Still, Stiles did not like his new Alpha, and by the looks of it, his new Alpha didn't like him much either. Stiles suspected that the only reason Derek even tolerated him was because Scott (and possibly Isaac) insisted upon adding his as well. Which is complete and utter bullshit! Stiles was the smartest person there! He knew who the Kanima's master was way before the night at the station! They just didn't trust Stiles enough to believe him. And he saved Derek's pretentious ass on more than a few occasions. So why did Derek hate him so much?

When he arrived at Scott's door, he and Isaac were already waiting for him on the front porch steps.

"Dude, what took so long?" asked Isaac.

"Sorry, car wouldn't start," he lied. The reason it took him so long to get to Scott's house was because he left way later than he was supposed to. With all this pack drama, Stiles felt his grades slipping. And since he had so little concentration, he did his work right before pack meetings, that way he was motivated to continue his homework just to delay having to go fight with the wolves. Werewolves, that is. Thankfully, he trained himself to keep a steady heart rate when lying, so Scott and Isaac believed him. He grew tired of being unable to hide things from his hyper-sensitive-eared friends.

"Seriously, you have to fix this piece of crap," Scott said.

"Hey, hey," said Stiles, petting his steering wheel, "don't hate on Lydia, she's your only form of multi-person transportation."

Isaac burst out laughing, "You named your car Lydia?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because," Stiles said with a smirk, "much like in real life, when I arrive, I turn her on and make her purr."

At this both Scott and Isaac shook with hysterical laughter.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," said Isaac. Stiles winced at this comment, but tried to maintain a good front.

"Wow Stiles, I hope you didn't say that to Lydia," said Scott, still snickering.

"The girl, not the car," added Isaac.

"Oh, I told her alright," Stiles told them, "months ago."

"What'd she do?" Scott asked.

"Slapped me obviously. Right on the cheek. Hurt pretty bad, too. Don't upset Lydia, she can be quite… feisty." Stiles added a wink to this last comment.

"Yeah, Isaac would know," added Scott, slapping the blonde werewolf on the back, who smiled sheepishly.

All the way to Derek's house, Scott and Isaac could not stop laughing about Stiles and his car, but Stiles spent the ride trying not to think about Isaac making Lydia purr. When they finally arrived at the old, burned down house, the sight of Derek waiting for them, his werewolf teeth already out successfully seized these thoughts.

"Where. Were. You." Derek growled dangerously.

"Stiles' car wouldn't start. Sorry," Isaac said calmly.

Derek turned to Stiles. "Fix that piece of shit you call a car. Never be late to pack meetings."

"Calm your tits, Derek. This baby is the only reason we even made it here in the first place."

Scott elbowed Stiles, letting him know not to push too far.

"I don't give a fuck how you get here. Just. Do it." Derek said through clenched teeth.

"Fine," Stiles said, putting his hands up as if to admit defeat, "I'll leave earlier next time."

At this, the four of them headed up to the house, where the rest of their pack were waiting.

Derek:

As they walked up to his house, Derek couldn't understand how Stiles got to him so easily. Something about the way Stiles talked to Derek set him off almost immediately. The way he surpassed all of Derek's intimidation tactics and was always able to retort with a sarcastic remark befuddled him.

When they reached the house, Isaac was immediately pulled in by Lydia for a kiss. They had been dating for a few weeks, and their long (and loud) make-out sessions really cut into the pack meeting time. He wasn't the only one bothered by their unwanted public display of affection. He could practically feel the white-hot rage bubbling inside of Stiles.

Stiles –

There is was again. Lydia and Isaac sucking face right in front of him. He knew that Lydia didn't love him, but he always thought that this was because of Jackson. Now, he realized that it was because of him. It wasn't fair to be angry at Isaac though. When Lydia asked him out (she was very into feminism), the first thing Isaac did was ask Stiles if he had a problem with it. Stiles, though shocked and a bit hurt, realized that his love for her was one-sided and figured that Lydia dating his friend would help him get over her. However, the only thing that this did was make him angry at her, while still completely in love with her (if that makes any sense). If anything, seeing her with his friend made him even more obsessed with her. He found himself stalking her Facebook page on more than one occasion, and he dreamed about her almost every night.

Isaac, sensing Stiles' anger and frustration, unravelled himself from Lydia's hold. Stiles whispered 'thank you', knowing that Isaac's ears would pick up on it. Isaac nodded slightly back. Isaac was really being pretty cool about it. The two weren't close enough for Stiles to feel comfortable with asking him to steer clear, but the fact that he was given the choice was really good of Isaac. Now all he had to do was stop masturbating to Lydia's profile picture and he would be on the right track to forgetting her.

"Now that Isaac and Lydia stopped sucking face," Derek began in a condescending tone, "we can start this meeting. The alpha pack has been wreaking havoc all over Beacon Hills. This is going to be like Peter all over again, times five."

"Oh, come on," Peter said slyly, "I wasn't that bad, was I?" The coy smile on his face made it obvious that he knew exactly how much shit he put us all through.

Derek, ignoring Peter's comment completely, continued. "We have to train. Hard. Humans, grab a weapon from the table. Wolves, claws out. And everybody has to come get a whistle from me and put it around your neck." Stiles, followed by Allison and Lydia, walked over to the table and looked at the array of harmless fake weapons.

"What, so we regular humans get this fake crap, and the werewolves with the super speed and healing powers get razor-sharp claws?" Stiles said with a piercing glare at Derek.

"You also get protective gear," Derek retorted, pointing at the pads, "and your paintballs have wolfsbane in them."

"What!?" said Isaac, "Are you trying to kill us all during the training?"

"Not enough to kill you, dipshit, just enough to hurt," he said the last word with what appeared to be a smirk. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll be playing too, so you might get the chance to hurt me. The game is free for all. You get hit, you're out. Steer clear of others' faces, this especially applies to the werewolves. As hard as it is for me to admit, Stiles is right, slashing a human in the face can be pretty dangerous. We will play in the forest. The game ends at sundown, or when there in only one person left. If you're out, lift your hands over your head, blow your whistle and come back to the house. If you keep count of the whistles you hear, you can know how many people are left in the game. You won't know who. Questions?"

He looked around. Nobody spoke. "Okay, let's do this"

They all walked outside. "You have five minutes to run inside and come up with a strategy," Derek said, "When you hear my howl, the game begins."