Everything was going to the shitter.

Every decision anyone was making made one step forward or one step back. It was like the world was playing a game to see who would fall where. Which pieces, or people would be playing as the pawns or the players. Things were terribly at the moment and there was no way out of just yet. His mother found out in the most unconventional way that he was a werewolf. Gerald was still making demands even though he gave him what he want. It was like Scott couldn't win this one. He couldn't make this one out just yet and was coming a weight on him. Stiles had been silent after the commotion. And officially he knew that things weren't working well. Seeing as there was no where else to go, nothing else to do.. He saw Dr. Deaton. The man had done nothing but welcome him with open arms and heart, and bore his shoulder for the whimpers and whines that he gave. He didn't shed tears just yet. He had some strength left, but it was becoming a bit much for the teenager to bear on his own. Not even with the genius Stiles, who he needed to check on when he woke up. Because, Scott had been render out like a light was some herbal tea and a few ruffles to the top of his head.

Of course, after having him promise to stay while he slept in the more discreet parts of the office. Dr. Deaton told him, before five am he'd wake him up.

Nodding, he was sleep. And sleep was a welcoming lift till about three hours in.

That familiar jiggle of the front door of the Veterinarian Office's door rung. For one's sensitive hearing such as Scott, it was deafening in a time like this. He had came here to escape the turmoil. The heat that had been building for the past couple of days and evenings, it was becoming overwhelming. Scott wasn't at fault just wanting a place for peace and quiet. At least he was sure for now that everyone was in their beds safe at home. Gerald surely wouldn't be looking for him just yet. Here, he could sleep without having to face the disgust and distain in his mother's face. He'll just go home in the morning to get some clothes. Dr. Deaton said it was okay. From the front he heard the man in charge's voice.

"We're closed."

A shift of the swinging corner door nudged Scott from his sleep state. "I thought you wanted me to come down?" Her heard a female voice. Listening to them, he could tell majority of what was going on. His eyes were still closed. There was no real reason to open them. Not yet anyway. Dr Deaton finally spoke, "Oh, I do. I just didn't think you would come so quickly." The female voice was One that he didn't exactly recognize and his body was protesting for the possibility for more sleep in his curled up corner.

"Well, what's up? Why you call me? Is it about those slew of murders going on?"

"Yes, we have a candidate to be your subordinate." Another female voice itched his ears. This was more familiar. Like someone from one of the offices at school?

"Who?"

"There's a boy.. He's a bit different.. But I think you'll like him."

He heard foot steps trailing towards the living space that he was occupying. The soft hand from before he felt press and rub his head to his slumbers came once again. Those voices became little murmurs soon enough.

"You'll need to enroll into Beacon Hills School."

"Alright, that's fine."

A soft sigh came from Dr. Deaton before he continued, "I know your methods.. are unorthodox, but be patient with him."

"Still haven't told me his name."

As certain as he was sure this must be a dream and Scott felt himself drift back into the sleep realm, he was sure he heard Dr. Deaton say, "Stiles Stilinski."

D: Don't mind the unbetaness and shitty grammar. ;~;