Requested fic :D

Obviously I had to make some changes to the Canon plot in order to make room for what the person requested. A few extra details about the request that wouldn't fit in the summary (so you all know what specifics I'm working with):
Jackson is Bit the same night as Scott
S1 events happen without Stiles knowing about them
Stiles starts to investigate Scott's secret but gets distracted.

There are a few more of course but those are spoilers! But, I figure I'd outline those few specific parts so everyone would know why I started the story out this way :)

Um... some of you might think that Jackson is OoC but I purposefully wrote Jackson as is XD There have been a few moments in Canon where, as soon as the situation gets scary, Jackson turns into a scaredy-cat. So... Jackson was attacked in the dark by a wild, huge monster, I feel like his reaction is perfectly reasonable. And we also saw how he treated Lydia for awhile so, it all seems close to Canon to me. He'll be back to his usual, arrogant self in the next chapter.

Scott groaned as Stiles started to explain his plan; he was in the jeep, getting driven to the Preservation in search of a private lacrosse party. "Stiles, you know Jackson and the others don't want us there… it's a first string party…"

"That's why we're sneaking in! Once we're there they can't make us leave."

Scott sighed heavily, "Have you forgotten about the wild animal that's killed people? Last night your dad found one woman torn in half!"

"We're heading towards a loud party, I really doubt that any wild animal is going to crash a party, they like to avoid humans."

"Unless they have rabies…"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "They tested the last victim and didn't see any signs of rabies, don't be so negative. We both know that you knew the animal doesn't have rabies, don't try to dissuade me. I thought you wanted to be first string? This is a great way to rub elbows and have them warm up to us!"

Scott shook his head but didn't argue; most of them would be annoyed that they decided to crash the party, not enthused. But there was no point in arguing with Stiles at this point, they were already at the Preservation… "One hour Stiles, that's as late as I want to stay out. We both need sleep if we're going to do well at tryouts."

"Fine, fine… but on the plus side, if most of the first stringers are out here getting drunk then maybe they'll under-perform tomorrow!"

Scott couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. Surely they weren't getting too crazy, Jackson wouldn't want to risk any key players, but it really didn't seem smart that they chose tonight to have the party… Scott wouldn't complain though, he'd take any advantages he could get!

The two got out of the jeep and headed into the woods, both of them with their phones out to help them navigate the uneven ground.

"Do we even know which part of the Preservation they are in? There were no other cars where we parked…"

Stiles nodded, "I heard Danny and Jackson talking about it but then I also double-checked my information by eavesdropping on Matt and Keith. And it's a good thing I did."

There was a moment of silence before Scott rolled his eyes, "You're going to make me ask… Why was it good thing?"

"Because I'm not stupid, Danny and Jackson were talking pretty loudly about a private party and they both knew I was in the aisle ahead of them in the store. They must've figured that we'd heard about it and would try to crash it so instead of focusing on keeping it a secret, they were proactive about it. They tried to give me false information… but their opinion of me must be really low if they thought I'd fall for it, like I said, it was pretty obvious…"

"And Matt and Keith?"

"I knew they liked to hang out at the mall so I checked the parking lot for their cars and wandered around until I found them. Then I had to hope that I spotted them before they spotted me… after that, it was just a matter of following them around until they talked about the party. I had to do that on three different days before I finally got lucky and Matt brought it up. He was worried they were going to get lost and not be able to find anyone because he is the worst with directions… Keith told him it would be easy to find because it wasn't that far in from the road and that it was by the south lake."

"And if they actually knew you were there and were lying about it?"

Stiles shook his head, "Unlikely. Besides, I think I hear people, don't you?"

Scott paused and listened, also hearing the sound of loud laughter. "Yea, I hear it, and I doubt there are many other people that would be stupid enough to come out here in the middle of the night!"

Stiles took off towards the sound of people, waving Scott after him. He couldn't wait to see the looks on everyone's faces when they showed up at the party- especially Jackson! He slowed down just before he walked into the clearing, straightening out his shirt and letting Scott catch up to him. "Ready?"

"Um… yea?" Scott answered with a shrug. He couldn't understand why Stiles was so excited for the party, their presence wasn't going to change anything. They weren't going to suddenly be accepted by the better players. But… it might be fun to at least kinda ruin their night. So he walked into the clearing with his friend, only slightly apprehensive about what would happen next.

At first no one even noticed them, they were just two more bodies in the clearing; they hadn't called out to anyone so no one gave them any attention. Scott started to relax as he and Stiles stepped further into the group of bodies. Someone even handed Scott a drink without noticing who he was! But someone eventually noticed.

"Ew, he's not first string…" one girl called out.

Scott turned away slightly trying to act like he wasn't concerned with what she was saying, it had nothing to do with him. But a few other guys had heard her and turned to look, immediately recognizing him as one of the benchwarmers.

"McCall, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Where's the other one?"

"Loser #2 is over here staring at Lydia, where else would he be?"

Stiles froze where he was, eye wide and face red. He hadn't been-! He was just looking for the drinks, the first cooler he'd found was empty so he was hoping the second one still had something in it. When he looked up… Lydia was only a few feet away from him… he honestly hadn't seen her. "Hey Lydia," he called out as cheerfully as he could, hoping she didn't know how awkward he felt right then. It was dead silent too so everyone heard his pitiful hello.

Lydia raised a brow and rolled her eyes, turning away from him. Jackson wrapped his arm around her and pulled her further away from the group, looking back to glare at Stiles momentarily, "Someone get them out of here before they ruin the night even further. I don't want to see them when we get back."

"Nice to see you too…" Stiles whispered. He watched, unable to suppress his jealousy as Jackson took Lydia into the trees. The way he was whispering in her ear, there was no doubt as to what was on his mind. Stiles tried not to stare after them, knowing that a few people were still looking at him.

Scott came over to his side, a little worried about what the others were going to do… they weren't invited and Jackson had just told them to leave. No one at the school had ever done anything super physical to the 'loser' students but Scott didn't want tonight to be the start of a new trend… Maybe he could convince Stiles to tuck their tails between their legs and just leave without any trouble.

"How did you even hear about the party?" Jason asked, crossing his arms.

"We're on the team, we hear the gossip that-"

"Maybe if we're lucky you won't be on the team this year," Jason interrupted. "Like, how you even got on the team last year is insane to me, you both suck ass."

Stiles flipped him off, "You're actually not that great either, except maybe at pretending. I've watched you play, you don't actually do anything- just run around the field strategically. You look important and Jackson vouched for you but did you even touch the ball last season?"

Jason started to step closer, hands balling into fists, but then a scream filled the air. Everyone turned in unison towards the sound of the voice… all of them knew who it was.

"L-Lydia?!" Stiles called out, taking a few tentative steps towards the sound. Two others also started to walk towards the tree line, calling out for Lydia and Jackson… it was only a few seconds before there was another loud scream and that time Stiles and Scott charged forward. The rest of the party turned tail and ran, one person screaming about the rabid animal. Stiles cursed at them, they were cowards! He called out again for Lydia, tripping over roots as he ran through the dark woods. Scott was digging in his pocket for his phone when suddenly Lydia crashed into them.

"Oh god, help!" she screamed.

Stiles tried to hold her up and calm her down at the same time. "What, what happened, was it the animal?"

"Where's Jackson?" Scott asked, looking around and noticing that the lacrosse captain was nowhere to be seen.

"Lydia, Lydia, we need to know where Jackson is," Stiles said, but she could do nothing but cling to him, sobbing loudly.

Scott immediately stepped forward, calling out Jackson's name.

"Scott, dude, what if it's the animal?!" Stiles cried out, torn.

"All the more reason I can't just leave Jackson out there!" Scott took off in the direction that Lydia had come from, calling out for the team captain. He heard Stiles curse but didn't stop, "Get her to safety, I'll be fine."

Stiles tried to take one step after Scott but Lydia was tugging him in the other direction. "Scotty… you better be okay, I'll be right back…" Then he let Lydia pull him in the opposite direction.

It didn't take Scott long to hear scared whimpering and he hurried towards it.

"He-help, is anyone there?" Jackson screeched. They had to have heard Lydia's screams, why wasn't anyone coming to help him?! His back was on fire and he had no idea if he could walk on his own… It felt like forever but he finally heard someone else crashing through the brush and calling out his name. "Over here, please, help! Thank you…" He looked around for the large monster that had attacked him but he didn't see it anywhere… but that didn't mean it wouldn't come back. "Hurry UP!"

"I'm right here, oh gosh, you're bleeding!" Scott said as he dropped to his knees. "How bad are you hurt? I don't have any signal I can't call for an ambulance… Let me see it, maybe-"

"Just get me out of here, it's going to kill us!" Jackson reached out for Scott, grimacing as his back twinged from the pain. "Help me up!"

"It's dangerous to move you, you might start bleeding more and-"

"Goddammit McCall! We don't-" he was cut off by a deep growl. "Hurry!"

Scott froze for a split second when he heard the growl, looking up to see a large dark shadow among the trees… with bright red eyes staring at him. His heart raced as he stared at it… what was that? He jumped into action when it snarled again and started moving towards them, he grabbed Jackson's arms and hauled him to his feet. "Where's your car?"

"T-that way I think, just run!"

The two of them hobbled quickly, heading back towards the clearing where the coolers were still sitting and the small firepit was dying out. They rushed through and into the trees on the other side. Scott whimpered and fought against the urge to look back as he heard the snarling get louder. Jackson was sobbing beside him, gripping his wrist in terror. Scott could feel himself starting to wheeze just as he was tackled to the ground. Instantly he felt claws piercing his sides as the animal grabbed hold of him. Jackson tumbled to the ground alongside him, his hand suddenly gone from Scott's wrist. Both of them yelped in pain and fear.

"No, I don't want to die," Jackson whimpered as he blindly crawled away.

Scott tried to struggle, clawing at the ground, screaming when he felt pain searing up his arm. He was going to die out in the woods and they'd have to tell his mother that he was torn apart by a vicious animal… But then suddenly the huge weight was gone and there was a rustling noise getting further and further away. Was the creature leaving?

"Jesus McCall, get up or I'm leaving your ass here to die!" Jackson yelled.

He looked up in surprise, the animal had run off and he was alive. He wheezed and struggled to breathe but he knew that he couldn't risk sitting on the ground any longer. He got to his feet and followed Jackson back to his Porsche, ignoring the pain as best he could. They both clambered into the car and Jackson struggled to dig his keys out of his pocket. Scott prayed that he didn't lose them somewhere in the woods. But Jackson chuckled triumphantly when he got them and slid them into the ignition. The car roared to life and Jackson quickly drove away. "Wait, what about Lydia?" Scott asked, looking around and noticing that every other car was gone… surely they had all parked together.

"If you want to go back and look for her, go ahead and get out." Jackson didn't slow down at all, didn't even spare a glance at Scott.

Scott prayed that Stiles had gotten her to safety, that was all he could manage as he tried to control his breathing. His body was starting to ache as the adrenaline died down, he was afraid to look at the damage… cautiously he looked at Jackson, "Are you okay? I think we should head to the hospital."

Jackson shook his head, "So we can get in trouble for being on the Preservation after sunset? Not only is that against the Preservation rules, but there's a curfew too!"

"But we might need stitches Jackson!"

"Your mom is a nurse right, and you do medical stuff too right?"

Scott's eyes widened, "I work at a vet clinic, I mean, I know how to set a broken leg, as long as it's a clean break… But I've never done stitches before! Let alone I don't have any anesthesia!"

"I don't need stitches! I don't need to go to the hospital- I'm fine! I just need help cleaning my wounds since I can't reach my back with it all scratched up like this. You can do that at least right?"

"Ye-yea, I can do that…" Scott prayed that neither of them needed serious medical help. Jackson wasn't going to change his mind about the hospital. And it wasn't like Scott could just ask to be dropped off at the emergency room either. "I've got supplies at my house, we can stop there."

Jackson nodded and sped towards his house, doing his best to ignore the pain. The ride was silent the rest of the way, only the slight screech of tires as he took a corner too fast. Neither of them spoke until they were inside Scott's house, heading towards the bathroom.

"Can you take off your shirt or do you need help?" Scott asked as he carefully bent down to grab the first aid kit and some peroxide.

Jackson grunted but pulled his shirt over his head, "I got it." He just wanted it to be over with as soon as possible. He turned and examined him back as best he could, using the small mirror to see. "Dammit! If I don't make captain this year because-"

"It's your own fault Jackson," Scott cut in.

"If they had found the animal sooner, we wouldn't have been in danger in the first place!"

"But you knew that the animal was still out there and still had the party!" Scott grit his teeth, he couldn't believe how arrogant Jackson was being. He had his head up his ass a lot but trying to act blameless after that?

"Just patch me up!"

Scott shut his mouth and started cleaning Jackson's back as gently as he could. The scratches looked a lot deeper than he'd been expecting… when he heard the growl, it reminded him more of a dog than a cat and canine species had blunt claws. But blunt claws couldn't have scratched his back like that… The tears were fairly clean so the claws had to be sharp, very sharp. There was also a large bite mark up at his shoulder… "Jackson, I know you don't want to go to the hospital but… if you have a fever in the morning or if you feel sluggish, you need to see someone… Not to mention your back, even with gauze and bandages, you're going to keep bleeding for awhile…"

"Don't concern yourself with it, that's my problem."

"Well, I tried…" he mumbled to himself, carefully taping up the wounds as best he could. It was unbelievable that Jackson thought he could go to the tryouts after school… there was no way his back would stand it. Scott wasn't even sure if he could play, his sides were hurting pretty badly…

Jackson waited until Scott was done before he carefully put his bloody shirt back on. Then he spun around and glared at Scott, pointing a finger in his face, "Not a word of this. To anyone! I'm going to tell the others to keep their mouths shut too. But no one knows that I was attacked, NO ONE! So you keep your mouth shut too- we saw nothing because nothing happened."

"What? But-"

"No buts McCall, don't say a word to anyone, got it!"

Scott chewed on his lip… why didn't Jackson want to say anything? Sure, neither of them wanted to get in trouble by admitting they were out after curfew but… to make sure no one at the party said anything… and to keep their injuries hidden?

"Got it?!" Jackson pushed, glaring at Scott even harder than before.

"If I feel sick, I'm telling my mom Jackson, I'm not going to die just because you don't want to get in trouble."

Jackson's lip curled a bit but he nodded his head, "Alright fine, if you start to feel sick and you want to tell your mom, go ahead. But don't mention the party and don't mention me! And say nothing to no one at school, deal?"

He nodded, "I can agree to that I guess."

Satisfied, Jackson stomped towards the front door and let himself out, not even calling out a goodbye.

"Didn't even offer to help me with my injuries…" Scott muttered in disbelief as he grabbed some more gauze. Scott jumped and dropped the bottle of peroxide when the house phone rang, the shrill tone loud in the otherwise silent house. Who…? Cautiously he stepped towards the phone and saw Stiles's number on the screen, oh! "Stiles? Is everything okay?"

"Is everything okay? Scott why didn't you answer your phone- I thought you died!"

Scott pulled the phone away from his ear as Stiles yelled at him. "My phone never rang! I was with Jackson so I didn't think about calling you right away, sorry…"

"Jackson brought you home?"

"Yea, like… we were both running for our lives out there… I mean, he threatened to leave me behind but he didn't like yell at me to get out of the car or anything." Scott almost hadn't said anything but Stiles had seen Lydia crying, had probably driven her home. She would've mentioned that they heard or saw something, so Scott really didn't have to keep that part a secret, right?

"Are you okay?"

"Jackson and I are fine," Scott lied, glad that Stiles wasn't there to see him in person. He was a horrible liar and Stiles was pretty good at reading him anyways.

Stiles snorted loudly, "I don't give a crap about Jackson. But you swear you're fine? Was it the killer animal you think? How did you outrun it?"

"Yea, I'm all in one piece, if I wasn't, I would've gone to see Mom at the hospital. I uh… never saw it…" Scott muttered. While he hadn't clearly seen the creature, he'd seen something… How could he even describe it to Stiles if he could tell the truth? "We heard something growling and Jackson was being a big baby. Like honestly, I've never seen him so scared!" Scott chuckled. Maybe he couldn't tell Stiles the whole truth but he would at least share that much. Scott had been terrified too but he couldn't let Stiles know that. "I don't know if it was even chasing us… we just ran back to the car and drove off… How's uh, how's Lydia?"

"Lydia's a mess. She swears that she and Jackson almost died. She wasn't injured, aside from a few branch scratches, just hysterical. She said there was a big shadow out there with them, with red glowing eyes- how crazy is that?!"

"R-red glowing eyes huh?" Scott stammered out.

"Yea. I mean, I don't want to say she imagined it, like it was a hallucination or anything, and I definitely didn't disagree to her face but… I don't know of any animals with glowing eyes. And she was certain that they were glowing, it wasn't like that reflective light, because neither of them had their phones out. I guess she was just super scared… But I took her home and walked her to the door. She actually thanked me!"

Scott smiled, "I bet now you think you have a chance with her huh?"

"Maybe… I mean, I know she's not just going to dump Jackson and date me but… maybe she'll say hi to me in class now? That'd be a start!"

"Don't get your hopes up, I don't think anyone wants people at school to find out. If she starts talking to you now, people are going to question why… more than likely they are going to ignore the whole thing…"

Stiles scoffed, "Don't ruin my hopes and dreams man. And I don't know how they plan on keeping it a secret… I'm sure just about everyone will have heard about it by the end of the week."

"Maybe, maybe not, but you probably shouldn't be one of the people spreading it around-"

"Jackson told you to keep quiet didn't he!" Stiles cut in.

"Well-"

"What an asshole! I bet he just doesn't want anyone to get in trouble. He doesn't want the whole school to know that he's a scaredy-cat!" He sighed indignantly, "It's not like anyone would really believe me anyways… Whatever. Just as long as you're fine. I was getting ready to go back out there to look for you. I called you like 20 times!"

Scott pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that the screen was black. "Oh, sorry… I think it might have died, that's why I never got your calls. I hope it isn't broken…" He looked it over and didn't see any cracks but he'd have to plug it in to know for sure. "I'm exhausted dude, it's time for bed. I'll see you at school tomorrow- I promise I'm alright."

"Alright then, but I'm giving you a ride to school… after the disaster tonight I won't make you bike to school. You can sleep in a bit and stay rested for the precious tryouts."

He smiled and thanked Stiles before hanging up and going back into the bathroom to finish cleaning his wounds. As he looked them over, Scott felt another pang of guilt… he should've told Stiles. The ones on his side weren't all that bad, not compared to Jackson… the creature had basically grabbed a hold of him- and had very sharp claws! But they were precise pinpoints, no actual tears, and not super deep. It was the bite he was worried about. It was on his bicep and was similar to the marks on his sides- precise. Whatever that thing was hadn't bitten into him with the intention of tearing out a chunk of meat. No tearing, no chewing… just a single, clean bite. It was weird. Not to mention that as soon as it had bitten down, the creature ran off. Just, let go and disappeared into the woods. Jackson had probably struggled more, he was stronger, healthier, than Scott, and that was why his back looked so much worse. Scott bandaged the wounds and got into bed, wondering how he'd explain everything to Stiles when his friend inevitably found out that he was too injured to try out for the team.