Chapter Two: The Fantastic Five and the Energy That Flows Through A Pack

Melissa McCall took her eyes off the road for a moment to look at her son in the passenger seat. He was staring out the window, obviously a lot on his mind. She then glanced at the rear view mirror at Isaac in the backseat. He had his head back and his eyes closed, and was taking deep breaths through his nose. Good, he was working on it, that was good. She didn't want to bother him, but she knew this had to be said.

"Okay boys, we're just going to have a light fun evening, no supernaturalish stuff. Okay?"

Scott nodded, but Isaac didn't respond. Melissa leaned towards Scott.

"Is Isaac like, okay?" She asked in an unsure whisper. Scott glanced back to Isaac then turned to his mom.

"You know he can hear you right?" He replied.

Melissa shrugged, "Yeah I figured."

Scott sighed, "There's sort of a… link between an Alpha and his pack, so I can kind of feel part of what Isaac feels. Isaac's strong, he can handle it." He assured her.

Melissa took one last look back at Isaac, then pulled into the parking lot of what, as Scott realized with a groan, was the bowling alley. As soon as Melissa stopped the car, Isaac threw open the door and hopped out, looking like he was gonna start kissing the ground. Scott noticed, with somewhat relief, that Stiles' jeep was already there.

When Scott walked into the building, Stiles was sitting at a counter, back to the lanes and facing the door, twirling a straw but ignoring the actual drink. Sheriff Stilinski was at one of the lanes, trying to figure out how to start a game. Scott's mom followed him in, then Isaac, eyes sweeping the practically empty venue. Melissa went over to help the Sheriff, and Scott sat down across from Stiles, Isaac stood by his side. Scott turned to face the tall standing blonde.

"Okay Isaac can you chill? Sit down, I can feel the nervousness like waving off of you."

Isaac rolled his eyes but took a seat beside Scott goodnaturedly. Scott and Isaac swiveled around in their chairs as the bell on the front door chimed once more. Lydia and Allison walked in chatting animatedly, and Mr. Argent lagged behind, but he seemed to be smiling. Isaac's face lit up with a grin when he saw Allison, and Scott noticed his atmosphere change into something lighter and happier. However, Scott had to admit he was a bit jealous about what was already going on between Isaac and Allison. The two girls said down, Lydia next to Stiles, and Allison next to Isaac, and Mr. Argent joined the other parents.

Scott leaned in towards the middle of their once again completed group of five.

"So, what do you think they're planning?"

Now, it was an innocent question. All five of them had realized that their parents were ganging up on them. They realized it could be to get information the five were unwilling to give, or it could just be bowling. But a self-hating storm had been building and swirling and darkening inside Stiles for a couple of days now, and he let a little slip.

"NOT EVERYTHING IS A CONSPIRACY AGAINST US!"

This exclamation of frustration stopped everyone in their tracks. The three adults a small distance away from the kids looked up alarmed. Chris Argent's hand moved slightly towards his hip, where Allison knew a shotgun was hidden. The Sheriff took a couple of steps towards his son. The other four kids leaned slightly back in their seats, away from stiles. The bad feeling that Isaac had been able to slightly diminish returned, and Lydia just stared at Stiles open mouthed.

"Shit." Stiles whispered, as he buried his head in his hands. Scott and Allison met their parents troubled gazes and tried to casually wave them off. Nothing was wrong. No, nothing. The parents reluctantly turned back to their plight with troubled looks, except for the sheriff who kept staring.

Lydia put her hand on stiles shoulder. "Stiles?" No response.

"Stiles, pick your head up, your dad's worrying." Stiles took a deep breathe and took his head out of his hands.

The sheriff turned to the other two parents

"What the hell was that about?" He asked very worriedly.

Mr. Argent glanced towards the kids, they weren't saying anything but we're staring at Stiles, Stiles was staring back down at his drink.

"Something's wrong." Chris noted.

"I have this theory." Melissa interrupted. "That there's this sort of energy that flows through a, um, pack per say."

"They're not all werewolves Melissa." Mr. Argent responded bitterly. He still had a hatred towards the damn furry things.

"They might not all be werewolves but they're most certainly a pack." Melissa insisted. The sheriff nodded his agreement.

"Now as I was saying there's this sort of energy. An aura maybe? And I think they can all feel it, maybe some more than others. Now I don't know what's wrong with Stiles, Sheriff, but a lot of this seems to be coming from him. Also Isaac seems to be able to pick up a lot of it, he's been on edge for a while. Lydia too."

Mr. Argent and Sheriff Stilinski stared at Melissa.

"What? I'm a mom, it's what we do. Watch you'll notice it." She insisted.

"Kids! Game!" She shouted to the on edge group. The group of five joined their parents and they played with two lanes, one for the kids and one for the adults.

Scott stepped up to the lane for his turn and assessed the assortment of bowling balls. Lydia leaned across stiles to Allison.

"So how will we know if he's cheating?" Lydia asked.

Allison smiled. "Well he's not that good of a bowler so if he's does well there's a good bet it's not his natural born abilities." This got a small smile out of Stiles which made Lydia smile.

Scott rolled a strike. Naturally, Isaac did also.


Sorry this chapter was shorter, again the next chapter will be up quickly. Please comment with praise criticism or suggestions.