I haven't realized how hungry I was until I reached the kitchen and saw Lydia setting four sandwiches that looked pretty delicious to me on the table.
"I'm really not a chef…" Lydia began saying.
"Shocker" I said, receiving a Lydia punch on my left arm. "Ouch"
"…So this is the only thing I could actually do. It was that or cereal." Lydia said.
"This is perfect." Scott said, eyeing one of the sandwiches.
"You made four?" I asked.
"Please, it's not like you guys are not going to eat them all, I actually was going to make six but you're out of bread." She told me.
"Fair enough." I muttered. She moved to her right and accidentally hit the mayonnaise bottle with her arm and it was about to hit the floor, the whole scene was displayed to me in slow motion so I was able to catch it before it landed on the ground. She looked at me a little surprised, and I just smiled and wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"Yep, super reflexes, might come in handy." I said. She rolled her eyes.
After the four sandwiches were long gone Scott stood up and said he really had to go. So I took him to the living room because there was no way in hell he was going to leave me alone with Lydia.
"Dude you can't leave okay?" I begged.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because you can't leave me alone with Lydia, what if I hurt her? You can't go."
"Stiles you are over reacting. A LOT. You're handling this pretty well and I'm sure you wouldn't hurt her." He said. Was he for real? I had been a werewolf for what two hours and I was handling pretty well?! Probably because I was still in shock or something.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"I can just tell Stiles."
"Fine if you're leaving why don't you just take her with you?"
"Because she's pretty capable of making her own decisions, thank you very much." Lydia's voice came from the kitchen.
"See it's fine." Scott insisted.
"It is not okay, and you quit eavesdropping it's rude." I said.
"Well it's way more rude to talk about someone behind their back. Just leave Scott, I have to talk to Stiles anyways." She said.
"Okay, I think I'll see you tomorrow, call me if anything comes up." Scott said while standing up. I glared at him.
"Scott if you walk out that door I swear to you…"
"Bye" He laughed, closing the door behind him. My best friend is an idiot.
"I don't bite Stiles." Lydia said. She sat on the couch and made a sign for me to sit next to her, and so I did.
"But apparently I do now." I said.
"So are you ready to talk?" She asked.
"I thought that's what we were doing."
"Don't play stupid you dork, you know what I'm talking about. How do really feel?" She questioned. Looking right at me with those big green eyes. And I had to again search deep inside me for control.
"I guess I've been worse. It's amazing and I'm pretty sure that I'm still in shock and that's why I'm not freaking out like I probably should, but I suppose that everything is better than being dead." She held my hand, and I just stared at both are hands intertwined. "That's dangerous you know, I have claws now." I said half joking. She just rolled her eyes at me, like usual.
"I'll take my chances. Hey I forgot to thank you." She said.
"For what?"
"If your dad hadn't been at the school, I'm pretty sure Mason and I would be berserker lunch."
"Berserker lunch? Oh Lydia, leave the bad jokes to me." I laughed. She just punched me.
"But seriously, there's nothing to thank me for, I'm actually sorry I left to Mexico, I should've gone to the school to look for you myself." I told her.
"It wouldn't have made anything different Stiles." She said. She was wrong; at least I wouldn't have been bitten, but I didn't say anything about it.
"Hey you know, I just realized that you are the only human left in the pack." I said.
"That's not true, I'm a banshee remember?"
"Well then I guess that you are the only one left with no glowing eyes."
"Shame, but I really like my non glowing pair of eyes." She uttered. And I liked them too.
"You know, I don't know how I'm going to look at my dad in the face and let him see that Stiles is gone, that I'm not human anymore." I sighed.
"Don't be such a drama queen Stilinski." She said with a smile on her lips.
"Okay. You are the one who just said that we should talk, and I open up and bleed my feelings out and you step on them like that, really?" I laughed. I wasn't mad at all, is just that I should've expected a Lydia comment coming.
"Stiles, you are still you okay? You are the same Stiles." She said, holding my hand a little tighter.
"You sure I'm not just another monster?" I adverted her eyes.
"You really think that Scott, Kira, Malia and me are monsters?" She asked.
"No… maybe a little." I smiled at the last part.
"Well not all monsters do monstrous things. And you are still Stiles, you just happen to have super powers and glowing eyes now. But it's you." She uttered.
"You are right, and I'm a super good looking Stiles now, right?" I said.
"Way to ruin a moment." She let out. And I just laughed. She stood up and went into the kitchen.
"Lydia?" I called out.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you." I stood up and went to find her in the kitchen.
"Anytime." She winked at me. And I felt my heart beat increasing. I heard a car approaching and realized that it was my dad.
"My dad's here." I muttered.
"Hey I'm going to go now." Lydia said. She walked to the door and gave me one last hug, which lasted nothing to my displeasure. "Call me if you need anything." She said before walking out. I heard her saying hi to my dad, and then I saw him walking in. He looked at me and I felt like crying, because his eyes watered at the sight of me. He walked to where I was and hugged me with all he could.
"Wow easy there paps, you been working out?" I tried to joke.
"I thought I was going to lose you. I can't lose you Stiles." He said.
"You won't lose me dad, I promise. I'm okay." I moved a little so I could see him. I hadn't realized that I was crying until I tasted the salty substance in my mouth. My old man was crying too.
"We'll get through with this right? We can do this." He let out shakily. I only nodded, cause I couldn't speak because of the huge lump in my throat.
"Stiles! Stiles!" I heard Lydia's voice shouting my name.
"Lydia? Where are you?" I ran but everything was so dark I couldn't see a thing. "Lydia!"
"Stiles!" I finally came to where she was. She was crying.
"Lydia what's going on?" I asked her, but before she could answer she just banished.
"Don't worry Stiles." I heard a familiar voice. No it couldn't be. I turn to the direction from which the voice was coming.
"Allison?" I asked. There she was standing in the dark, looking right at me.
"Stiles, you have to help me." She whispered.
" What do you want me to do?"
"Help me Stiles." She insisted.
"How do I help you?" I was beyond desperate now.
"Help me Stiles!" She yelled.
"How?!" I yelled back at her.
"HELP. ME!"
"Stiles wake up, wake up Stiles!" I opened my eyes to see Malia shaking me.
"Malia? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I came to check up on you, and you were having a nightmare." She said. She started running her fingers up and down my arm to comfort me. "You want to talk about it?"
"Not really, it was nothing." I lied.
"So what did she want? I mean how did she look? Like frighten?"
"For the tenth time Scott, I don't know. I woke up before I could get the chance to have an actual conversation with her, she just screamed for help." I said. Scott was taking me somewhere deep in the forest, for God knows what.
"Okay, so maybe it was nothing, just some actual nightmare with no real meaning behind." He said.
"I sure hope so. Where are you taking me exactly?" I asked.
"Well I told you I would teach you all I know, so I'm taking you to see who taught me all I know." And then we stopped, and I saw Derek standing there with his arms crossed.
"Derek? Seriously?" I asked Scott.
"Is good to see you're not dead Stiles." Derek said.
"Likewise. So you growing fur now?" I smiled.
"Are you ready to quit kidding around and start your training?" I almost snorted.
"My training? Are you my sensei? That's why we are here in the forest and not at your loft?"
"So you are not ready then." He said.
"He is." Scott said, sending me a warning look.
"I am, but wait no introduction, no welcome to werewolf 101?" I asked Derek. He gave me his usual look. "Okay I'll shut up."
"Thank you." Both Scott and Derek said at the same time.
"Okay, how do we start this?" I asked. And Derek just smiled.
"First we are going to get you to shift." He said.
"How?"
"Like this." He said while punching me in my abdomen.
"Ahhh what the hell?!" I said, feeling my pulse rising by the second.
"It might hurt a little, so just don't fight it back okay?" Scott said. This was so not okay.
"Yeah, that's why you have to get angry first." Derek punched me again, until I lost it and felt fangs and claws coming out of me. Let's just say that it HURT. I felt how my face started to change. When it was all over I realized I was growling at Derek, and Scott was pushing me back.
"Okay this is perfect. Now try to remain calm Stiles." Derek told me.
"Calm?" I said through snarls.
"Yes calm, focus on remaining control, and when you get control try to shift back." He said firmly.
So I waited and tried to calm myself. I counted to ten, then that didn't work so I started counting until I could see more clearly, when I got to 183 I wasn't shaking anymore and I closed my eyes tightly and when I opened them I was back to human.
"See that wasn't that hard." Scott said.
"Exactly, now do it again." Derek said.
"What? Again? How on Earth am I supposed to do that?" I gasped.
"You want me to punch you again?" Derek asked.
"Of course not." I said.
"Then try it until it works." And so I did.
After making me shift back and forth, each time hurting a little bit less than the last one, we went over some werewolf basics like what do some specific scents meant, how to get to only shift partially like only getting claws or fangs without the rest. That's the one thing I was surprisingly good at. I sparred with Scott to test my strength, he totally kicked my ass but you know, whatever.
"Well Stiles you were decent enough." Derek told me. I was just laying on the grass feeling pretty freaking exhausted.
"Yeah, you are pretty good with your anger management, I don't know if you remember but I wasn't that good at it before." Scott said.
"Yeah of course I remember." I said rolling my eyes.
"You were very good for being your first class, you proved me wrong." Derek uttered.
"I proved you wrong?" I asked.
"When Scott told me he bit you I couldn't help but think that you were going to be the world's worst werewolf in the history of werewolves." He said.
"Oh gee I'm touched, thanks for the vote of confidence." I said throwing him a thumbs up. He just smirked.
"Now though you are good at fighting an urge to kill and pressing it down, you do have to find an anchor, we still have time before the full moon but it's better if you find one already for you to become accustomed to thinking about it and letting it ground you and preventing you from shifting when you don't want to. I would suggest you find something not as predictable as a girl, like our friend Scott here." Derek said. Scott gave Derek a funny look. I chuckled.
"When I wasn't dating Allison anymore, my mom told me to be my own anchor, kind of like relying on my own inner strength." Scott said. Derek nodded.
"Okay, I'll think of something." I told them. But I was already thinking of something, more like thinking of someone. Someone with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. I knew it was wrong of me to do it because I was with Malia and I really liked her, but I couldn't get Deaton's words out of my head; "emotional tether." And no matter what the situation was or if I had a new girlfriend, Lydia was my tether.
I got home feeling pretty exhausted, after I took a shower I went to lay on my bed and couldn't help but stare at the baseball bat that was there standing against the wall in the corner of my room. All the times I had taken it with me for some kind of defense. Now I didn't need it, I had claws. Among other stuff. A wild thought came to me and I found myself jumping out my window, yep you heard me, jumping. Superpowers what can I say. I had the baseball bat with me; I walked until I found the house I was looking for. Lydia's house. I climbed to her window, which was already open so I entered, she wasn't there so I figured she was in the bathroom or something. Then I heard it, the sound of her heartbeat and I felt mine increasing. She was probably washing her teeth I couldn't really tell since this whole thing was new to me and there were a lot of noises going around. She walked out the bathroom and I suddenly realized how much of a creeper I probably looked like. She jumped when she saw me and a little squeak left her mouth.
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing, are you trying to kill me?" She said, bringing a hand to her chest.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I really didn't think it through." I said.
"What didn't you think through, using the front door?" She said.
"In my defense I really had to test these new abilities." I told her, smirking. She rolled her eyes.
"In the future please call me before you do something like that." She laughed a little. "So what brings you here?" She asked, and I was about to answer. But I hadn't really paid any attention to the way she looked before; she was wearing a super tiny pyjama shorts and a long t-shirt, she had no make up on and her hair was tied in a messy bun. And I just stared at her, because she looked beautiful. Really beautiful. I think she caught me staring at her, because she looked down and blushed a little. "So…" she said.
"Oh right uh… I just wanted to give you something." I said. She lifted one eyebrow at me, her eyes landing on the baseball bat.
"Your baseball bat?" She asked.
"What happens is that I don't need this baseball bat anymore, so I'm giving it to you. So you, you know, kick some supernatural asses with it." I said. And Lydia just smiled.
"You know, the last and first time I ever used a baseball bat against anything supernatural I ended up almost getting killed." She said.
"Yeah my dad told me about that, well you used it against a berserker, which was totally crazy and suicidal by the way. Maybe you can start kicking their supernatural asses and then I'll get there and finish the job with my werewolfytude." I told her. She grinned.
"Deal. Wait hold on, you are not implying that you can kick more ass than me are you?" She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Oh of course not I wouldn't, I wouldn't dare." I shook my head vigorously.
"Fair enough." She said.
"I should leave now, let you get back to whatever it is you were doing." I said, feeling strangely nervous.
"Thanks for the gift Stiles." She smiled at me.
"You are very welcome Ms. Martin." I said. I went to jump out the window wanting to do it perfectly well to leave an impression, but of course failing miserably landing on my ass. I heard Lydia laughing at me. Yep, that answers it, not even as a werewolf could I ever be slightly gracious.
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