Stiles Stilinski always thought that he was the normal one in his group of friends, that he was nothing special, that after two years of being best friends with a werewolf he had a pretty good grip on what the supernatural world had in store, he never thought that he could be so wrong. Post-3a with 3b ignored, post HOO, Teen Wolf/PJO crossover
Stiles did not like being bored, in fact he hated the feeling with a passion that he normally reserved for the likes of Deucalion, Miss Blake, and Jackson Wittermore, and today, months after the Darach's attack on the lunar eclipse, Stiles Stilinski was very bored indeed. With Derek and Cora still travelling around, hiding, and recovering from their respective near-death experiences, Scott and Issac going on a werewolf-only road trip centered around "righting the alpha pack's wrongs" as Scott put it before he left, and Allison and Lydia off in Europe somewhere working through their own issues Stiles really didn't have anyone to do anything with. The reason that Stiles hated boredom was not only a mixture of his ADHD and the frankly unhealthy amount of caffeine that he consumed on a regular basis no, since they first had to deal with the crazy alpha wolf Peter Hale Stiles and Scott were never able to fully relax because if they did something inevitably happened that ended up causing more pain and suffering to the citizens of Beacon Hills who were blissfully ignorant of anything abnormal there besides a murder rate that was only slightly higher that the national average.
This is why Stiles was not too surprised to hear an all-too familiar pounding at his door, the kind that you think will make your door fly off its hinges it's so har and across the room, the kind that at least to Stiles meant that something somewhere had gone completely wrong and all hands on deck were needed to deal with the latest bit of pure evil that they needed to face.
"Scott, Derek, what's happen-" he started asking as he was opening to the door, fully expecting to see he best friend along side his quasi mentor with one of them nursing the type of would that would kill anybody else in the world besides them while the other would go into a tirade about their stupidity in getting injured and telling Stiles about how they now needed to find out a way to beat two angry Kanima-controlling, ritually sacrificing, demon wolves who had an army of alphas behind them because, as Stiles had learned already if you think that the situation can't get any worse, it already has and to combat this Stiles decided to start thinking about how to plan and untimely win against any of the worse-case-scenarios in his head.
One of the things that he wasn't expecting and didn't know how to deal with was what he saw, a guy and a girl about his age standing on his front porch holding a deadly looking sword and knife respectively were the ones giving him what he called The Knock and staring at him so hard he thought he felt holes burning in his favorite shirt.
"Get inside and let us in." The girl demanded, giving Stiles a look that he knew would force most people to piss their pants and weakly mumble "Yes ma'm" but Stiles wasn't most people and wasn't backing down as being friends with werewolves, werewolf hunters, and facing down deranged psychopaths on a nearly daily basis for the past two years of his life makes it so that a guy is able to deal with death glares pretty well, especially when one of those werewolves was Derek Hale, whose favorite pastimes included threatening to rip Stiles' throat out and assaulting him.
"Nah, I think I'll have more fun by locking this door, calling the cops, and seeing your asses busted for attempted breaking and entering and assault with a deadly weapon while I watch Netflix as I wait for them." Stiles replied and without a second thought went to close the door in their faces, but unfortunately this girl was determined to make him actually carry through with his threat as she stuck her foot between the door and the frame before he could close it fully.
"Not an option, now move before I make you move." She said and Stiles saw a look flash across her eyes for a split second, it was the same one that he saw on Derek whenever he would order Issac or Boyd to do something that they didn't want to do but it would protect them, a look of anger, concern, and fear all rolled into one but still Stiles would not implicitly trust a pair of blade-wielding maniacs standing on his porch demanding to be let into his house for who knows what reason.
"Now this is a tempting offer how do I know that the second I close this door and let you in here you won't impale me or slit my throat with those with that extremely scary sword and knife?"
"As much as I would probably enjoy doing that I know that a lot of people would be very mad at me if that happened." She said right before she kicked his leg out from under him, sending him to the floor and stepping over him into the house closely followed by the other guy.
"If we could please put away the deadly weapons so we can get your death threats over with without anybody accidentally hurt by them, that would be great." Stiles said while he was dragging himself up off the floor and walking over to the living room, finally getting a good look at the two people standing in front of him. The girl, who he assumed to be the brains of the whole operation was not what he had come to expect from the people who usually showed up at his door holding weapons, she was tall with curly blonde hair and grey eyes that she was using to try to intimidate him in another stare down but it was even less effective this time without the huge knife in his face. The guy on the other hand was tall and reminded him of a less gigantic and intimidating version of Derek sans leather jacket, beard, and general rage.
"Death threats, why would we be here to deliver death threats?" the girl asked seemingly surprised at his request.
"Isn't how these sorts of meetings go, bad guys show up, give the whole speech about how they're invincible, threaten my life and the lives of my loved ones, then scamper off into the night to wreak havoc on the town?"
"We're not here to threaten you, we're here with an offer, an offer for escape." the guy said, finally speaking up
A/N what do you think of it so far, I'm really not sure how I feel about it but I thought I should post it here before I decide to chicken out. Please review