"So what did you get for question four?" Stiles asked his face lined with slight worry as he gnawed on the end of his pencil intently. He was pretty sure at the rate of which he was tearing into the pencil's flesh (Ew… pencil flesh, he just squiked himself out) he would snap the pencil and have a mouthful of woodchips in a few short minuets.

"Oh um I got… the villain is totally Stella… right?" Isaac told him with a worrying of his lip. His cocky grin seemed to magically melt right off his face when faced with English class, because hell. His grade might be on par with Scott McCall's in this class. Unlike Scott though, he was maintaining a B average in every other class (though admittedly a dip in his grade point average from last year, but hey. Murdered father. Physical abuse made embarrassingly public and oh yeah, he'd turned into a freaking werewolf.)

"Are you even kidding me right now?" Stiles exclaimed, punctuated with a frighteningly large hand gesture and an octave a shade to loud for the location. The teacher stared over at him just above her glasses but didn't reprimand him, because she was a substitute teacher and gave exactly no fucks as long as he wasn't trying to mutiny or set a desk on fire. "Stanley was a manipulative, racist asshole AND he RAPED Blanche and had her committed! HE'S the villain OBVIOUSLY!"

"And Stella let her husband do that to her sister," Isaac argued and his face looked a particular shade of darker that might signify he was two seconds away from being golden eyed and bushy tailed. "Blanche TOLD her that she had been raped and Stella knew that it was true, but she enjoyed her life style. She didn't want to have to DEAL with what her husband had done, and most of all she WANTED to stick it to her sister for being so snobby about her life choices so she just lets the ending happen."

Stiles shrinks back as Isaac gets more and more impassioned and people have actually stopped to listen and oh shit. He's going to shift and it's going to be horrible. Stiles reached out to Isaac on instinct because Scott always responded well to touch when he was having wolfy problems. Oh wait. That was only after Scott had claimed him as pack AND Scott actually enjoyed being touched normally, while Isaac…

Isaac's eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilated before he breathed the beast out and returned to normal. Well, normal for Isaac anyway. He flicked his wrist, so he had Stiles' wrist and it might look like a weird sort of bro handshake except Stiles was now desperately trying to get his hand back and was flexing and pulling.

Isaac brought his hand up for closer inspection and brought it closer to his face. Oh God. What was with werewolves and his wrists? If Derek's werepup bit him, he and Derek would be having words! No lie. Plus what did a bite even mean to a beta? He got that scratches were like memory roofies (memory penetration? Oh sick. He needed to find better metaphors!) So what the hell would a bite do?

"What the HELL are you two talking about? Aren't we still reading 'to kill a mockingbird?' cause I just put down racism as the answer for every question," Erica butted in loudly and the two stopped to stare at her. Isaac released Stiles' wrist and Stiles praised every deity that humanity may or may not worship.

"We finished that last week Erica" Isaac smirked, that douchebag smirk that Stiles personally thought he had learnt through careful observation of Jackson. Erica flipped her hair like she didn't much care one way or another. SHE certainly didn't have too. Before the bite, Erica had kicked so much ass in this particular class that even if she failed every test from then on she'd still be passing. Probably with a better mark than Isaac or Stiles might scrape together.

"So what are we on?" She asked as if she wasn't holding a well-worn copy of 'Streetcar named desire' in her perfectly manicured fingers. Queen of subtly she was not, but Stiles gave her an A for effort seeing as she had distracted Isaac's wolfing out without causing a scene for once. Stiles REALLY didn't need to be between the two of them when they had a catfight… dogfight? Bitch fight. Again.

"Streetcar named desire" Stiles supplied taking her book and waving it in front of her face with an ease which suggested she had let him take it from her.

"Hmmm" she purred and leaned over, placing a hand on his leg (though on the knee, which was practically demure of Erica) and whispered in his ear "will you read it to me?"

Then Isaac leaned over on his other side and mimicked Erica's move, with his hand on his leg. Clearly a move to make Stiles uncomfortable because he shamelessly squeezed Stiles' thigh and mimicked Erica's sultry tone but somehow spoke like a five year old "yeah Stiles tell us a story."

It was a funny thing when he realised HE wasn't the one being mocked for once. It made sense though. Erica and Isaac were creepy in sync and tended to follow and mirror each other's movements in a way that HAD to be instinct. They were kind of like siblings. Squabbling siblings. Stiles had actually researched and tried to find out if it was some kind of werewolf related phenomenon or a pack mentality thing to ease personal traumas. Who knows really…Stiles isn't a therapist. Though those two could certainly use one.

"Um?" Stiles voice squeaks anyway because attractive people, no. Werewolves are feeling up his legs and they want him to do more than hyperventilate? Talk about inconsiderate!

"There are thousands of papers, stretching back over hundreds of years, affecting Belle Reve as, piece by piece, our improvident grandfathers," he reads shakily and Erica grips his knee tightly enough that he can feel her claws.

"Not that part" she keens and rests her chin on his shoulder in a way that might be affectionate if it wasn't Erica Ryes they were talking about. So it's just one in a long list of super creepy things Erica likes to do to trip Stiles up. His favourite was when she declared she once had feelings for him. Worse thing about that particular instance was he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, achieving the affect she had been aiming for either way. Making him feel like shit.

It was said in past tense, implying that he may have contributed to her depression that had sought out the wolf in the first place. That's the only word he can think of when he sees her for the first time, when she's changed. 'Reborn' as she'd like to say. Because a healthy happy person doesn't take a fifty percent chance that they might die a violent horrific death. That's just disturbed.

"Get to the part where Blanche starts murdering everyone."

Isaac is resting his hands on Stiles' other shoulder and he can't imagine what it looks like. Okay he can. It must look like two incredibly attractive people are trying to feel up a tomato at the back of a fifth period English class. Great. That will do wonders for his reputation.

"Blanche doesn't murder anyone Erica" Isaac chaises her before staring at Stiles almost imploringly. "Go on."

"Oh right… um and the… oh right and grandfathers and father and uncles and brothers exchanged the land for their epic fornications—to put it plainly." He said flatly and he doesn't miss the smirk that Erica and Isaac share over the top of his head and screw it he was not playing this stupid game.

He stands up impulsively and he thinks viciously that if they weren't such affronts to God they would at least have the decently to fall over or whatever. They had been leaning a considerable amount of weight on him. But no, the only thing his surprise attack had managed to accomplish was Erica not retracting her claws and now he had claw marks cutting through his jeans and into his skin.

"Okay… ow" he hissed and Erica shrugged at him, because she's a remorseless bitch.

They shared another look and Stiles was 'this' close to ripping out his hair. You know if he had hair. His hand flew up into the air. "Um Miss I really, really need a bathroom pass."

He bolted to the front and she looked him up and down. "Name?"

Shit. Shit right. He was on the 'no bathroom pass' list Ms Sullivan gave all the substitutes. "Oh me… I mean I'm… Danny Mehlini?"

Danny's head shot up and he glared violently and Stiles hoped from leg to leg and avoided his eye contact in hopes that Danny would mistake his spazziness for desperation to pee. Like how he had for most of sixth grade. Danny didn't say anything and Stiles vowed to himself to do something nice for Danny instead of just pretending to do nice things for Danny to get his dad off his back. Wow. His dad must think they were awesome friends and in reality Danny could barely stand him.

She handed him the pass, "hurry up- we're picking project partners and you will end up with no one if you don't high tail it."

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The substitute had magnanimously paired 'Danny' up with two of the bookish kids at the front and written his name down on the sheet. "This is binding Danny," she waggled her finger like she had some kind of authority which duh she did not. "No takes backs."

Stiles gave her an uneasy grin and searched through the list to see who had written his name into a group. There is spikey writing was his name 'Stiles Stilinski' next to Isaac Lahey and Eric Ryes.

At least Erica hadn't had the gall to write down his actual first name, he thought hysterically. He turned and Erica wiggled her fingers in his direction.

Oh God he was going to die.

******TEENWOLF******

"I am calling an emergency pack meeting" Stiles grabbed Allison violently when she pulled away from her locker and began to manhandle her to his jeep.

"Without Scott?" she asked in surprise, granted Stiles was usually the most cautious member of the group but he had uttered the word 'pack' when they were under heavy-duty surveillance from her family.

"Scott's busy" he waved off "retaking another midterm I think. No I know. I helped him study and I am not letting him get held back just because I'm freaking distressed. The further we get away from the school, the less he can feel my heartbeat and the less chance he has of skipping out of the test early under the pretense of rescue because I am not a damsel in distress God damn it!"

"Wow" Allison blinked "did anyone ever tell you to 'use your words?' because that person was wrong. Very. Very wrong."

"Your support is overwhelming Allison" he told her dryly and she threw him a cheeky grin and he was feeling better already and they weren't even in the jeep yet.

Not long ago Derek had called Scott, Allison and Stiles a pack. Which was awesome because with that acknowledgement they actually started to 'feel' like a pack. Scott no longer felt any wolfy rage against Stiles' person. Stiles and Allison's smell actually calmed Scott down and there was also this weird connection.

Then Scott threw it out the window for justifiable reasons and joined Derek's pack. In theory that made Stiles and Allison apart of his pack too, but being humans and more inclined to free will and whatever they had never psychically let the rest of Derek's pack in or whatever. Meaning their loyalties and pack instincts still only fell within their small human pack.

Anyway what that mostly meant was that when Scott was indisposed Allison made a surprisingly good substitute and not just because she felt like a pack member. Though that did help. Like a lot.

"So I had like this… weird thing happen in English" Stiles explained and he opened the jeep door for Allison because he was a gentlemen like that and daddy Stilinski didn't raise no hoodlum (even though he kind of did.) "It's that one class I share with the weretwins."

"Erica and Isaac?" Allison supplied with sympathy, she wasn't exactly hot on them easily. It must be all the attempted homicide. Oh and Allison said Erica had hit on her once in-between threatening to steal Scott from her and it had been more than a little rapey. Stiles firmly believed that was just Erica's default that might have something to do with the bite. After all they had both had their own encounters with Peter shark-smile Hale and well Isaac wasn't so much as rapey but murdery and… yeah. Maybe he should get off this subject.

"So they were like all over me" nothing particularly new since the rave incident where they had mostly accepted him as semi-useful. "But like… different? I don't know. Erica ripped my jeans, which is totally ass because there my favourite and she KNOWS that! Plus now I have to do this presentation with them and ALLISON STOP LAUGHING AT MY PAIN!"

"I'm sorry Stiles," she giggled, not sounding sorry in the least. "But what you're telling me isn't really news they just… want to spend time with you."

"Because they plan to MURDER me?"

"Because they LIKE you," she rolled her eyes "they're werewolves so the whole pack thing… it MEANS more to them."

"We aren't a pack though," he told her seriously "I researched those stupid werewolf books you're making me read because you don't want to do your hunter homework."

"Aw you love doing my homework," she shoved him with a grin and he started up his jeep because they had been siting an indecent amount of time in a motionless vehicle. Not to be necking or whatever and he was totally letting his gender down, best friend's girlfriend clause be damned.

"Not even the littlest bit true except yeah okay maybe. ANYWAY the whole pack bond thing, it's like sex- if it's not consensual everything goes to hell in a hand basket. That's why Derek couldn't force Scott into the pack and THAT'S what makes Peter biting Scott in the first place so insane. Well insaner. He was pretty off his tree to begin with. Never mind!"

"Stiles that's gross."

"Hey not all my analgises have to be PG I'm a teenage boy woman!"

"But wolves want a pack instinctively- that's why Derek was so afforded that Scott didn't want to be in his pack. Being he was fighting against instinct."

"Scott's always fighting something" Stiles agreed "being a werewolf, the kenama, his ability to succeed, his hormones… all though considering everything. He could try and fight that last one a little more."

Allison frowned because ah no Stiles, she did not want that to happen. Scott made her take the lead in everything. She can't imagine what their relationship would be reduced to if he pulled away from her sexually. And wow that wasn't something she ever wanted for herself. That was frighteningly unhealthy, even if it was true.

"So Erica and Isaac," she prompted trying to air her thoughts a little.

"Right. So what's their deal?"

"Dunno? You know Erica said she used to have a crush on you" Allison said not for the first time. She knew it was wrong to want them to get together for the piece of mind of her dwindling relationship but she had totally jumped from the stydia ship onto the sterica ship the minuet she knew it was an option. That made her a terrible friend (but to which friend she wasn't quite sure.)

"Yeah so?" Stiles hit his steering wheel viciously "used to, as in past tense. Any other theories because Isaac has never thrown me up against the wall and confessed his feelings… Allison. Are you imagining him throwing me up against a wall? Oh you totally are! You are a horrible friend!"

"Or am I a great friend?" she grinned, "Okay now where are you taking me?"

"To the ice-cream place. You are going to buy me a double choc fudge sundae with a gratuitous amount of sprinkles and I am going to bitch to you because you've been mean to me."

"What no crushed peanuts on top?"

"I hate you, please die" he sulked and Allison laughed all the way to the ice cream place because she's a horrible bitch.

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"Yo Boyd" Stiles waved frantically at the tall imposing boy and tried to ignore the matching set of golden ringed eyes following his movements. Erika and Isaac were really taking their creepy up a notch, and while he couldn't say they were stalking him (okay he could, and would but nobody would be convicted by the justice system on his evidence) but they were certainly increasing their efforts.

"What is it Stiles?" he growled and didn't break stride as their peers parted like the red sea for him. The other two could wear as much leather as they wanted. The only beta in Derek's pack that was the least bit intimidating in human form was Boyd. Though to be fair, intimidation may have been a pre-existing condition.

"I was just wondering if Derek had set the wonder twins on me for any particular reason? I mean we're all on the same side now. If he needs information he can just ask."

"The wonder twins?" Boyd repeated slowly and unsurely and then he picked up a faint growl admitting from behind him that was definitely Erika. Oh. Wonder twins. Heh.

"Derek didn't tell them to do anything" he told Stiles shortly and stopped in front of his locker. "Maybe they just want to hang or whatever because you're in our pack now."

"I'm not-"

"You're pack now" Boyd said firmly "you are to Derek and you are to me and I'm sure you are to them. They've already submitted to you."

"When?" Stiles asked startled and had a horridly vivid image of Isaac and Erika baring their necks that he could really do without... well. He could do without the image of Isaac, the idea that Erika would bare anything to him wasn't exactly unappealing.

"During the rave... they let you lead the interrogation and followed you as a higher chain of command."

"Then why are they messing with me?"

Boyd shrugged "they're kind of douche bags. Hadn't you noticed?" Stiles snorted and Boyd gave him a wiry grin.

He leant into Stiles personal space (which made six for six in werewolves not respecting his personal space bubble.) "I think... they're trying to scent Mark you."

"They what?"

"Like this" Boyd picked up Stiles wrist "none of us are very good at it." he rolled his hand over the wrist only to stop when Erika stalked over and pulled Boyd's increasing grip from Stiles' wrist.

"What are you doing?" she snapped at Boyd, "you're not supposed to-"

"Scott's really good at scent marking" Boyd explained and wow. That explained Scott's increased cuddly behaviour since Derek started turning people. Stiles had just thought Scott had missed Allison.

"Ohhhhhh" Stiles said and then crossed his arms. "Okay guys seriously stop doing that. Next you'll be pissing around my house and that's so not cool."

Boyd snickered again and Stiles threw up his hands "you guys suck." He stormed off, the effect slightly lessened when Erika trailed after him.

******TEENWOLF******

Stiles hadn't anticipated things going bump in the night fucking up his social time and his fragile relationship with his father but he really, really should have known better.

Something had been off between Scott and Allison for a while and more recently something had been incredibly off about Allison. He should have done something. Forget pack etiquette or whatever. Allison was a friend. She had snuck up on him and become his second best friend. Someone he was very willing to risk his life for and someone he loved.

Something had happened to her mother and it turned out that was just the tip of the iceberg for Allison's many, many problems.

It was just their luck that the night things came to a head was also the night Lydia reached the boil on what turned out to be not a psychosis problem at all but something much more sinister. Really. It was just like Lydia to upstage everyone else, regardless of the topic. Even emotional turmoil. Lydia Martin was the best at everything.

That was why Stiles found himself in his jeep frantically driving one injured werewolf and two terrified werewolves to an abandoned subway station at three o'clock in the morning. His father wouldn't approve. Though maybe he would be marginally relieved to hear that he wasn't selling drugs, which was most likely his current school of thought. He might even feel better that Stiles hadn't gotten him fired over a childish prank but rather a childlike attempt to stop a serial killing lizard.

God. Where did his dad think he was right now? He was supposed to be grounded.

Boyd let out another whimper and contorted from his position in the backseat. Isaac mimicked the sound as Boyd's claws ripped into the flesh of his hand. Stiles had warned Isaac that hand holding might not be the best course of action but the boy had insisted. Their was something totally innocent in the boy's eyes when he said that he wanted to help Boyd in any way possible and Stiles felt the red hot reminder of the boy Isaac used to be.

"Hold on," Stiles told him. Boyd had been shot. Which was really starting to become a pattern for him. This time a hunter had emptied what felt like a clip of wolfs bane tipped bullets. Obviously not at the potency of Kate's bullets, (probably because they weren't infused with pure psychotic hate) so Boyd had to be shot twice for them to take him down.

He was feeling it now and Boyd let out another howl, which strangled off at the end like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

Erica curled into herself on the front and nursed her own gaping wound, but he knew that one would heal on it's own. Stiles tried not to think of the sheer blood volume being lost in his car. He might have to reupholster his seats and pay for them with his imaginary money seeing as they didn't have enough for food so jeep repair was well off the table. With his luck his dad would just take his jeep off him all together.

"Where are we?" Erica looked up as he hastily parked the car. They were about halfway the distance between Derek's 'home' and Stiles house. She stared out at an empty as Stiles chose not to elaborate and ran to the back of the lot. "Picking up provisions," he muttered knowing they could hear him.

He stops in front of the thicket. He knew it would be here. He planted it after all. He thought it would be best to have wolfsbane in an easy to access place, but not growing somewhere a werewolf might actually stumble on it. So he had scouted out until he found this empty lot. Apparently the land had a swamp like quality that made it unsuitable for building so Stiles knew it would be the perfect place.

Stiles originally just kept a dried, powdered version in his glove box. It was good when he wanted to blind a werewolf attacker but he needed a stronger version if he was going to save Boyd. He picked great swatches of the purple flower before racing back to the car.

The three cringed as he entered the jeep again and Stiles tucked the flower into the tool box he kept in the boot to reduce the scent. He needed to get to the subway station now. He couldn't pull the bullets out on some random street. He couldn't stick wolfsbane into a person's gaping wounds without at least raising some eyebrows. Someone would call the cops and he didn't exactly have pull there anymore. Just about every cop on the force hated his guts right now for getting his dad fired. He was well loved on the force and Stiles… Stiles was not.

Erica was healed now and when he went to start the jeep she manhandled him. "I can get him there quicker," she pulled him over into her seat and climbed over him to get into the driver's seat. She reeved the jeep and Stiles began morning the inevitable death of his poor jeep.

"You are so paying for new tiers," he moaned as she took off with a sharp jolt "Jesus! Do you even know how to use a stick?"

"Boyd and I will go splitsies," Erica told him unconcerned but Boyd made another pained noise, probably because he hated coughing up money for anything. Cheap bastard.

They reached their location in record time and the jeep may or may not be billowing smoke. There was no time to think of that as Erica and Isaac lifted Boyd inside.

"Set him down on… okay don't set him on the couch. Can you even call that a couch? No- just set him on the table. Okay. Okay. Just let me clear it first! Nobody wants a fork in their back."

Boyd withered on the table and Stiles nodded and Isaac climbed onto of the boy to hold him still. He had been shot in the shoulder and the leg so Erica went to the feet to hold them steady. Stiles chucked down his toolbox which underneath the first layer of tools was really a were-box.

He pulled out some retractors and tweezers and winced at the horrified look on Boyd's face. "Oh yeah this is going to hurt like a bitch. Isaac, I'm going to do the shoulder first. Do you have him?"

Isaac braced himself and his face was right next to Boyd's, he was basically straddling his stomach and if it hadn't been a life or death situation, Stiles might have giggled. Okay, no time like the present.

Boyd howled in pain as the bullet came out and arched up. Isaac tried to keep him still, but it wasn't a werewolf howl either. It was the kind of bone chilling howl he'd heard in the hospital when his mother was sick and her roommate started vomiting blood and seizing violently. It was the kind of howl he'd heard from the locked down ward where they kept the mentally unstable people.

It sounded unsettlingly human.

"Good… you're doing good" Stiles smoothed Boyd's non-existing hair and tried not to quake as Boyd's pinprick pupils were drowned out by fiery gold. "One more to go… Erica, you got a good hold?"

Boyd had evidently kicked Erica in the chest as some point and she was breathing through her cracked ribs. "Yes" she hissed painfully, though he didn't think that the pain just came from her physical wounds. Holding a pack mate down must go against every instinct they had. "Do it. Now."

The thigh was easier than the shoulder. He threw the bloodied towel he'd been using to mop the blood up to the ground when the other came out. Okay that part was done.

"Is he better now?" Isaac whined hopefully and Stiles ran his hand down Isaac's face so his eyes retreated back to their big brown selves.

"Just a little longer," he pulled out the wolfs bane and they all hissed violently. He stripped the flowers and without warning stuffed them into Boyd's wound on his shoulder. Boyd got a hand free and tore at Stiles' skin before Isaac grabbed it again.

"Shit STILES!" he screamed but the double vision was already starting and he didn't have time to stem the bleeding as he stuck his finger into the second bullet hole, digging the wolfsbane deep into the wound.

Boyd screamed and screamed and screamed.

Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head.

Flash. He's at a structured looking flat house and looking up into the eyes of his mother. No. Boyd's mother. This is Boyd's memory. Flash. "I don't know what were going to do honey." His mother-not his mother says. "But I don't think I can work there anymore. Please tell me you understand." Flash.

Boyd.

"Tell me you understand."

Stiles gasped awake and he could only have been gone for a second and Boyd is looking down at him. He's fuzzy and out of place. All dark lines around a white fuzzy background.

"Are" his voice is layered and full with regret, "are you alright?"

"No sweat," Stiles said softly and that's when he realised Erica is so very close to him. Cleaning the wound on the juncture between his neck and shoulder with her tongue. "Okay. WHAT THE FUCK?"

She pulls back and the wound is closed and scarred. So maybe that's the fuck. Stiles should really remember this the next time he gets injured, but only if Erica does it. Stiles is very. Very glad it was her and not Isaac or Boyd who was doing that.

"I'm in your head," Stiles giggled deliriously as things came back into sharp vision. Boyd grimaced a little and nodded. "Then I welcome you graciously," he told Stiles seriously.

"Okay so… sleep? I think we should sleep."

******TEENWOLF******

He really, honest to God hadn't meant together. He figured that Erica and Isacc would want to be close to Boyd because he was still weak and Scott did that to him when he got sick because it was a wolf thing, but he didn't realise they had wanted to include him.

They had been all sneaky about it too.

Isaac had graciously given Stiles his bed because the couch was a piece of shit and sleeping in Derek's bed gave him the willies. He assumed they were all off to cuddle on Derek's bed and feel asleep quickly.

He woke up like he was on fire half an hour later to the sound of a phone ringing. Boyd was half curled around him and Erica was practically on top of him. In the dark he could make out the shape of Isaac on Boyd. This was a dog-pile. That was the only way he could describe it.

Stiles still half asleep addled and he groped for the phone and opened it before he realised. Wait. This wasn't his phone.

"Boyd honey this is just a wake up call. You need to get up now if you want to make it to school," Boyd's mother's voice range out through the phone. Stiles winced and it was layered with memories of her begging her son to understand something and a new one sobbing about something to do with Boyd's father.

"Um… hi sorry this is Stiles… Boyd's still sleeping," he said without thinking. Oh shit. Where did she think Boyd was right now?

"Stiles" she said warmly "it's so good to finally hear your voice. You know it really is so nice of you to let Boyd stay over when you guys have study sessions. I've never seen my son so impassioned about schoolwork before, and all your sessions are really paying off. I really would love to meet you."

What. The. Hell.

Stiles jabs Boyd hard in the side and Boyd's eyes snap open and Stiles glared. "Wow" he said a shade to brightly, "that sounds great, I'll just pass the phone off to your son then?"

Stiles watched Boyd's eyes widen slightly and snatch the phone off him as he disentangled himself from the group to answer the call.

"Does he pretend to be studying at my house a lot?" Stiles stretched and Isaac wiggled his way into Boyd's place. He didn't even have the energy to be mad about the gross violation of space. Nobody looked like they were going to kill him so this pack bonding shit wasn't all to bad.

"Yeah… I'm kind of an orphan and the whole town thinks I killed my dad," Isaac points out "and Erica… is a girl."

Boyd snorts as he walks back into the room "so she SAYS." Erica throws a pillow at him somehow without breaking her snuggle grip on Stiles.

"You make the most sense. My mum used to work with your dad before they kicked her off the force."

"Your mum and my dad have that in common," Stiles said bitterly and three sets of eyes snapped on him. He sighed heavily "apparently stealing a police car and the number of other of shady things I've done reflect badly on him so poof no more job."

"But-" Erica started but Stiles cut her off with a sharp movement of his head.

"I am so not talking to you guys about this" and stood up, wiggling free from Erica's grip. She had serious kung fu grip. What was she not hugged as a child? You know actually that would make a lot of sense.

"Does this place have running water?" Stiles asked, checking his phone to answer one of Scott's fifty messages. He then sent a message to his dad who was probably still asleep because he was doing that now that he was unemployed and told him he'd left for school early to work on an English project.

"Sort of?"

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Sort of really, really wasn't good enough Stiles had decided. He also had to suffer through the wearing of an oversized pair of Isaac's jeans, which he needed to roll up several time because Isaac was a lanky narrow fucker and this was the best he could do. He was also drowning in one of Boyd's shirts, luckily mostly hidden under a mercifully bloodstain free spare hoodie found in jeep.

Allison came up to him and school and wrinkled her nose. "You… smell weird."

"What? No. Thank God your alive Stiles after we got separated just a casual observation on my inability to have a proper shower this morning? That's it. I'm skipping lunch to wash in the locker room."

"No!" Allison grabbed his wrist "that's not what I meant."

She took his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder, which was weird and she seemed to think so too because she looked like she had no idea why she had done it. "W-walk me to the cafeteria?"

It was worse at the Cafeteria. Allison was content with an arm around her shoulder but Scott had plastered himself to Stiles' side and refused to move. It made it hard to eat lunch but Scott seemed unconcerned. Allison seemed unconcerned too, which was weird since she really shouldn't be seen in public with them. "Where were you last night?" Scott growled like Stiles hadn't texted him about his location.

"I had to help Boyd." Speak of the devil, Boyd walked up to them awkwardly holding his lunch tray.

"Hi… can I sit with you?"

Stiles said, "sure… aren't we supposed to be best friends or something?" in the cheeky manner that conveyed he really wasn't pissed at him so he didn't have to ask or anything. The exact time Scott growled "no."

Boyd sat anyway.

"I'm sorry about last night," he said regretfully "have you had anymore flashes?"

Allison was quicker on the uptake and looks appalled, gripping her bag with one hand (which probably holds her retractable crossbow) and the other on Stiles' bicep. "You… scratched him."

Scott tensed like a cat and Boyd did the same so Stiles waved his hands manically. "Not that I don't appreciate you willing to fight for my honour or whatever Scott it was totally an accident. Right Boyd?"

"You smelt like him before," Scott whined like he didn't know how pathetic he was being "and now you reek of all of them."

"Because I spent the night," Stiles rolled his eyes. "And before? Boyd was explaining scent marking to me, because Erica and Isaac were being douchebags by scent marking me to piss you off. Kind of like…how you two are marking me… now. Allison! Do you even know you're doing that?"

Allison pulled away in surprise, and clearly she had been acting on that weird pack instinct that affected both of them. Scott knew though and sighed.

"You're in my pack not theirs."

"Ah wrong actually. You joined Derek's pack meaning WE did too," Stiles explained and Scott's eyes widened in that predictable slow way he was prone to. Scott obviously hadn't thought about what joining a pack meant for the rest of them. They didn't just to continue being a pack and the pack certainly didn't dissolve without an alpha. The packs had just… merged. Even if Derek hadn't had time to initiate them officially.

Isaac walked up to the table (well slunk really, Isaac Lahey didn't just walk anymore, he slipped, skulked and moved like fluid.) "Hey" he ignored Scott completely and Allison moved over to Scott to comfort her boyfriend. "You okay now?"

"Yup" Stiles grinned, "Nothing keeps me down for long." Belatedly remembering that he didn't really like Isaac all that much. Damn it. Derek's pack had gotten under his skin. Was that the plan all along?

"Cool because our English assignment is due today."

"WHAT?"

Stiles dragged Isaac forcibly off to the library and was on the phone with Erica yelling to her that she better get her butt to the library ASAP because he was NOT failing another assignment due to this werewolf bullshit.