Rated M for Safety


The Change

It wasn't the first time things had changed. You would think that Jackson would be used to the changes that surrounded his life. You would think he would be comfortable with the changes. But no, Jackson wasn't ready. He hadn't been ready for these changes that came at him.

Scott had changed everything.

It had started easy. Awkward, but it was easy. He'd gone to Scott first. With Derek's help, of course. He had tried to talk to Scott. But short of letting his fangs drop and claws pop, there was no way to get through to Scott. Jackson turned to Derek.

Scott had sat speechless for a good ten minutes before Derek had snapped at him. It had been hard for Scott to process. Hell, it had been hard for Jackson to process the first time around. Scott had taken a few deep breaths and nodded his head. He'd even given Jackson the hurt my brother speech.

Jackson wasn't ready to see Stiles. They hadn't been in close proximity . . . ever. Jackson had seen and smelled the human from afar and hadn't tried to get close to him. If he couldn't get to Scott, how was he supposed to get to Stiles?

He was scared. Derek had said to be careful and to be grounded. The first time you see a potential mate up close was far more dangerous. It had taken Jackson a while to understand.

Potential Mate and Mate, they were two different things. Jackson viewed Stiles as a Mate. But there was a chance that Stiles had Potential mates. Jackson was looking at Stiles and only Stiles. However, because Stiles was not a wolf he didn't view Jackson as the only one. And if there was another wolf that sought him out – Stiles would have more than one, making Jackson and the other potential mates.

And that was when it happened. Jackson walked through the doors of the homeroom classroom and froze. As Jackson breathed in deeply, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Stiles was his mate. There would be no potential. Jackson was going to be the only one for Stiles. He wasn't going to let the other go. Stiles was going to be his.

Jackson groaned. He wasn't going to make it through an entire year of seeing Stiles and not claiming him. It just wasn't going to work, impossible. Jackson had made it through the summer – but seeing him every day was something entirely different.

He parted his lips and breathed in. Because breathing through his mouth would be easier. LIE! A HUGE LIE! Now he could not only smell him, but taste me!

His upper teeth sunk into his lower lip. Today was going to be a long day and it wasn't fair.

Jackson raked his tongue over his upper teeth trying to dispel of his mates tantalizing taste. His mouth watered.

"Hey man!"

Jackson turned, a small smile started to quirk on his lips. "Hey Danny."

The other boy grinned. "How was your summer?"

Jackson shrugged. Hard? I puked more than I have in all of my life of lacrosse? I think Derek is an Asshole? I think I'm gay? I think I want to rut with Stiles? Why rut, you say? Cause I'm a werewolf and werewolves rut.Yeah . . . no. "It was okay, yours?"

"Not too bad. Hawaii was beautiful!" Danny grinned while holding up his arm. "I got a tan." He flashed the other a quick smile.

"You weren't tan before?" Jackson smirked. "Any hotties?"

"In whom's terms?" Danny wiggled his eyebrows. "Cause I remember the last time we had this conversation." Danny chuckled. "I thought you were seriously going to not talk to me for a week!" The hacker cackled at the glare that greeted him. "It was an accident!"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Either." Why not indulge? At this moment in time . . . he was gay, right? He shook his head and followed Danny to their lockers. "Well?"

"YES!" Danny exclaimed loudly. "I got this one guy's number." He whistled, his lips splitting into a Cheshire that he even remembered the guy, let alone his digits. One particular guy had been running through his head the entire vacation.

Jackson laughed. "Reel it in bro."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Are you gonna call him?" His brows furrowed. "What about that Lahey guy?"

Danny's eyes widened - he hadn't realized Jackson had actually been listening when he was ranting. "Um . . ." He shifted. "I'm not sure . . ."

Jackson smirked. "Is he the reason you can't remember the guys number?" He shook his head. "So?"

"I - Isaac is more of a catcher." Danny licked his lips and swallowed.

Jackson smirked after chuckling. "Buck up." He winked at the guy beside him.

Danny glared. Seconds later his face contorted - insecurity visible in his eyes. "I've never . . ."

"But you know the basics." Jackson shrugged. "Besides, maybe you can switch it up every now and then." A face of Isaac in wolf form flashing across his mind. "He could probably go macho once a while." Especially on a full moon.

Danny's lips pursed. "Really?" His nose scrunched. "You really think I could do that?"

"Ye- I'm done." Jackson threw up his hands. "I am never giving you advice again. It's creepy." He shook his head but made sure that Danny saw the smirk on his lips. They'd been friends since they were three - nothing would change that.

Danny laughed. "You're still the best."

Jackson snorted. "Tell me something I don't know."

"You're not my type." Danny offered with a smile.

Jackson rolled his eyes and shoved at his friend. "Everyone's type, sweetheart." The smile dropped from his lips as he ran into a brick wall. A brick wall known as Stiles' scent. He'd forgotten they shared a homeroom together. Damn.

Danny frowned. "You okay?"

Jackson jerked his head in reply. "Where are we sitting?"

"In front of Isaac . . . If that's okay?" Danny bit his lip, but didn't dare peel his eyes away from the blonde haired boy across the room. He had missed the curly blonde. More than he was willing to say, more than Jackson could tell.

Jackson followed his line of sight. Dammit! Someone was out to get him - sitting beside Isaac was none other than Stiles. Someone really wanted him to suffer. Is this what Lydia meant by karma? Jackson shook his head and shoved Danny to take the lead. His slammed his eyes shut as they got closer. His pulse raced. Fuck. He was close to changing. Jackson could feel it. He flexed his jaw - his gums were starting to hurt.

Nothing like trying to hide the fact you're a werewolf from your classmates . . . and mate.

"Okay." Danny pushed Jackson forward and made him take the seat in front of Stiles so he could sit in front of Isaac. "Hey Isaac."

The blonde smiled brightly and leaned forward. "H - hi Danny."

Danny melted. Who wouldn't?

Jackson shook his head and crossed his arms before dropping his head on them.

Yeah, today was going to be long.

. . .

Scott frowned as he linked hands with Allison and walked with his girlfriend and best friend into the pits of hell . . . er- school. "Stiles?"

"Huh?" His friend jerked his head around, eyes wide. "What?"Stiles glanced up, chocolate honey colored orbs shot up. "H-hey."

"Where is your jacket?" Scott frowned as he looked his friend over. Brows furrowed in concern.

Stiles glared at his were-friend. 'We're not talking about that." His lips pursed unhappily.

"What?" Allison giggled. "Why not?" She smiled sweetly and moved towards the other.

Stiles held back on rolling his eyes. She was just too sweet to really be mean too. "Bad memories." Stiles replied cryptically.

"Ha." Scott snorted. "How?" His eyes widened in fake horror. '"Oh God! Did you wash it with the pinks and red again?"

Stiles' frown turned into a scowl. He jabbed a finger at his were-friend. "That wasn't funny."

"Yeah . . . Yeah it was." Scott grinned cheekily.

Allison smiled as her brows furrowed. "What did I miss?"

"Last yea-"

Stiles flailed as he turned towards Scott. "Bro - the light of my life. Don't!" Stiles cut in. His cheeks tinged pink. It was not something he was proud of.

"Stiles accidently washed all his socks and white briefs with the pinks in red." Scott smirked wickedly.

"I didn't know there was a color rule thingy!" Stiles defended.

Scott grinned. "His father had recently put a new red shirt in the pile."

"Aw." Allison giggled. Her lips split into a wide grin. "That's so adorable!"

Stiles groaned. No guy wanted to seem adorable! None! "Seriously?" He growled softly,. "Scott wore diapers until he was six!"

"Stiles!" Scott squawked. "Hey!"

He shrugged and turned back towards the school. "Serves you right. Bro of my life!" He shook his head and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "As if!"

"Oh!" She smiled brightly and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You should totally be gay!"

Stiles' jaw dropped. "Wha?" His brows crinkled in confusion. Where did that come from?

Allison's eyes widened. "Sorry! I just . . . You can cook - amazingly! You love shopping with me - you are great, you don't complain," She glared at Scott. "You share your feelings. And you love to cuddle!"

It was Scott's turn to glare. "You cuddled with my girlfriend?" He did his best to hide his smile. Jackson was going to flip when he heard this!

"Sure did." Stiles grinned cheekily. He wrapped an arm around Allison's shoulders and pulled her closer. "She likes me more." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Allison giggled as she glanced at her were-boyfriend.

"You cuddled with him?" Scott put on his kicked puppy look. It got her every time.

Allison cooed and pulled away from Stiles. She wrapped her arms around Scott's waist and leaned against her were-boyfriend. "You know I love you."

"When did you two cuddle?"

Allison tried to keep a straight face. She really did. No, she really tried. "It was at our girls night thingy we did a couple weeks ago with Lydia and Erica."

"I thought you said it was a girls night?" Scott pouted.

Allison shrugged.

"Yeah." Stiles grinned. "That's why I'm The Man."

Scott snorted. "More like the The Girl." He chuckled. "You know I'm not letting you live the girls night thing down . . . Right?"

"You tell anyone - I'll tell them I cuddled with Allison." Stiles jabbed.

Scott glowered playfully. "Uncool."

Allison giggled and rolled here eyes. "I think y'all are both missing the point."

"What was that honey?"

"I said Stiles should be gay." Allison grinned. Her big brown eyes glittered with mischief.

"Seriously!" Stiles whined.

Allison pointed at their ADHA ridden friend. "You're whining, much like a girl would. And dare I say, you whine better than me."

"He does." Scott laughed at the horrified faces that turned to stare at him. He held his hands up in defense and moved towards class. "Stop staring! It's rude."

"That's not fair! I want new friends!" Stiles exclaimed half-heartedly.

Allison smiled and edged closer before whispering. "Drag friends?"

Scott let out a boisterous laugh.

Stiles' shoulders sagged as he started to pout. "Oh my gooooooood~" I really want new friends! You two are so mean!"

"Erica!" Allison grinned before bouncing over to Erica. "Don't you agree?"

Erica smirked. The wolf hearing simply meant Allison didn't have to really the entire conversation over again.

Not that that stopped the blush from spreading across Stiles' cheeks.

"I agree, hell! He's an amazing nail painter." Erica wiggled her fingers.

Scott whistled.

Stiles groaned and lowered himself into the chair next to Isaac. "They're mean . . . Can I sit next to you?"

"Yeah, I got a couple more questions about that thing." Isaac smiled. "Sure."

Stiles grinned. "How are you and Danny?" He asked softly.

Isaac shrugged.

"I'm not sure . . ." His brows furrowed as his lower lip stuck out. "I really like him, but I'm not sure he likes to pitch." Issac's nose scrunched as he looked down towards the ground. A soft blush stained his high cheek bones.

Stiles nodded. "It's okay . . . You never know, maybe he's been taking these lat couple of days to find his inner dom." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "And you have my number, just text me with any questions." His eyes sparkled, "At our last intimate meeting you were ah-mazing!" Stiles laughed at the flush that covered the other's high cheek bones.

"Really? I will, I tried to make it again . . ." His brows furrowed. "I still didn't burn the onions enough." Isaac blushed but chuckled softly. His eyes shifted around the classroom as he moved closer to whisper, "You think?"

Stiles nodded. "Of course!"

"Thanks." Isaac shifted, his back going ram-rod straight.

He frowned and leaned over to poke Isaac on the cheek."What's wrong?" Stiles whispered.

"He's here."

Stiles squeezed Isaac's hand under the table. "It'll be okay."

"Hey," Danny smiled as he sat down in front of Isaac - immediately turning around to face the curly haired teen.

Isaac beamed brightly and leaned forward. "H - hi Danny."

"Isaac," he whispered softly as he leaned back in his chair. He placed his arms on Isaac and Stiles' table/desk. Danny leaned closer. "I missed you." He whispered.

Isaac blushed before murmuring, "Me too." A blush flitted over his cheeks. "I - I mean . . .I missed you." Isaac licked his lips and swallowed.

"So cute," he whispered a she leaned back in his chair. Stiles smiled at one of his were-friends as Isaac continued to chat with Danny. Cute. His smile dropped as a shiver coursed through his body and settled in his spine.

Scott leaned forward in his seat behind Stiles. "Spill." He squirmed in his chair and edged closer. "Come on man, what happened?"

'Kanima', Stiles whispered.

Scott frowned. "He ripped it up?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded as he shivered once again. A pout formed on his lips as he wrapped his arms around his waist. It was going to be a long day.

Scott heaved a sigh. He knew Jackson's ears were tweaking. He knew the Were would do anything for his mate. But . . . Scott was tired of playing with weird go between with an oblivious mate and an over protective scared werewolf. He sighed. It was happening again.

Stiles needed something.

It was then the routine started all over, again.

But this time, Scott took a different approach. No longer was he going to let Jackson live vicariously through him about Stiles. He was tired of looking at the love sick puppy. However, according to Isaac, Erica, and Boyd, he has the exact same look when thinking of Allison.

It became a new regular occurrence. Something they had not really planned. Something fate had planned for them. Fate had set the events in motion long before any of them knew let alone could understand them. But that didn't mean they were going to stop it.