AN: Sorry for the wait, I'll try to not do that as often with this story. However, I am in College again so homework does come first. This chapter took me awhile to start since I didn't know how to go about it. Should I quickly skim the first episode or should I actually go into a little detail? I didn't want to rewrite the whole episode since it's not much different than the original right now. As a result, this chapter is about half the size of the first chapter.

In addition, I would love to thank all of those who left a review, as each one left me so happy and inspired me to write more for you. So thank you.

Sorry about the long AN, I'll try to keep them short in the future, if I have one at all.

Title: Seeing Is Believing

Rating: T (For now)

Pairings: None for now but might turn into Stiles/Derek later

Spoiler: Episode One

Chapter: My Best Friend is a Werewolf

The week following that night in the woods was crazy and unbelievable. Despite his gift Stiles didn't think, didn't even entertain the notion, that there could be more out in the world; creatures of the night and people with extraordinary gifts.

That night in the woods Scott was bitten by a werewolf. They didn't know that at first though, as Scott had told Stiles that he had been bitten by a wolf. Of course Stiles was all too happy to inform his friend that there hadn't been any wolves in California in over 60 years. But Scott was adamant that it was a wolf that had bitten him the night before. Stiles just figured that Scott had been so afraid at the time that he just thought he saw and heard a wolf when it was probably just the wind and some big rodent. Or at least, that's what he thought until lacrosse practice started. Scott had done things on that field that Stiles hadn't even thought his friend even knew how to do, much less actually be able to do them.

After school ended and lacrosse practice was over Stiles and Scott had gone back to the woods to look for the other half of the body that Scott had said he had found and to grab Scott's inhaler that he had dropped the night before. Scott started to freak out again, thinking that he was going to die from some sort of infection or something. Stiles tried to lighten the mood by jokingly telling Scott that he had lycanthropy. Scott, ever the gullible and naive one, actually thought that it was a real disease.

By the time that they had entered the area where Scott had said he had found the body the tension was gone and the air was a little lighter. At first Stiles thought that Scott had made a mistake. There was no body in sight, whole or half. The boys began to search the ground, Stiles for the body and Scott for his inhaler.

Despite the absence of a physical body Stiles knew that Scott was right, there had been a body in the clearing, and recently too. Stiles could feel small traces of something he couldn't describe. Like a lingering scent or a static felling that made his hair rise. Not strong enough to get anything off of it, but just enough to know it was there.

Before Stiles could investigate further he spotted a dark figure in the corner of his eye. Thinking that it might be the ghost Stiles turned towards the blur and noticed that the figure was actually a man who stood a few yards off, staring at the two boys as they searched the clearing. Stiles nudged Scott to warn him of their company. The dark figure scowled at them before demanding to know why they were trespassing. A vague sense of familiarity overtook Stiles as he studied the man. It was like Stiles had seen him before but couldn't remember who he was. It wasn't until the man threw Scott's inhaler at him, warning them to get off his land that Stiles remembered. He was a Hale, meaning that he must be Derek, since Laura and Derek were the only ones to survive the fire.

Scott, ever the clueless one, didn't seem to remember the Hales or the fire until Stiles reminded him. It didn't matter though because the return of one of the Hales wasn't the important thing right now. What was important right now was trying to figure out where the other half of the body had gone. Unfortunately there wasn't really a trail to follow, physically or "spiritually". That left the two boys back to where they started; nowhere.

Scott left for work before he was late and Stiles had stuck around for just a bit longer, making sure that he hadn't missed anything. As time slipped passed so, too, did the feeling Stiles got when he first arrived. Now there was almost nothing.

Angry at the person or animal who moved the body, irritation at the police for stopping his search yesterday, and furious with himself for not finding anything Stiles had gone home and spend half the night on the internet searching for information on Laura or Derek Hale, trying to see what had happened to them since the fire.

By morning Stiles still had nothing about the two sole Hales other than the fact that the fire was suspected to be arson and that they both had an uncle in the permanent intensive care wing at the Beacon Hills Hospital due to severe burns all over his body and being in an almost comma-like state. Information that was both something Stiles couldn't do anything about and wouldn't help him in his current problem. However, as Stiles was getting ready to leave his house for school he overheard his dad on the phone. Results from the autopsy were in and the hair on the first half of the body was identified as wolf hair.

When Stiles went to go tell Scott this at the morning lacrosse practice he was ignored. Scott was too busy trying to impress the coach with his "skills" and get on first string that he completely ignored Stiles. Which was rude, Stiles knew that, but it wasn't entirely a new thing. Whenever Scott was focused on something he wanted, nothing would stop him. But that didn't mean that Scott was in control. As soon as Stiles recognized what might be happening to Scott he knew that all the jokes from the day before weren't just jokes anymore.

Stiles' best friend was now a werewolf. This meant that Stiles was going to have to be there for him to make sure that he didn't hurt himself, or anyone else, as was the job of the best friend. So that night Stiles took more Adderall than was safe and spent another all-nighter on the internet googling facts about wolves and myths about werewolves.

However, despite his now almost expert advice and knowledge about the supernatural canines, convincing his friend what he now was became a whole different challenge. Scott didn't even believe Stiles, which had hurt Stiles' feelings because why would he lie about something like this?

Throughout the whole fight about whether Scott should go to the party or not Stiles mind went into a hundred different directions. What will happen if he couldn't convince Scott to stay home tonight? What's going to happen to him once the moon came out? How will he keep his friend from hurting others and himself? If Scott was a werewolf, who was the one that turned him? Were they good or bad? Who was the murder victim? Why were they killed? Does the return of the Hales have anything to do with werewolves? But out of all the unanswered questions that buzzed around in his head the one thought that bugged and hurt him the most was, if Scott couldn't even believe that he was a werewolf, even with all the evidence, than how would he ever believe Stiles when, or if, he told Scott about his gift?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Stiles tried to focus on the here and now, because now his best friend was going to a party, with a girl, on the night of the full moon. This could lead to nothing but trouble for everyone.

So, pushing his feelings to the back burner for now, Stiles had left to go to the party and to make sure that Scott would be okay. After studying the claw marks Scott had left on the back of his computer chair Stiles grabbed the keys to his jeep and a sweater as he left for the party, hoping that everything would work out in the end.

At first, everything was fine. The party was great and the music was nice and loud. Scott seemed to be fine and having a good time with his date. If it hadn't been for those claw marks Stiles might have just thought that he was mistaken.

But a little after the sun had set Scott started to look like he was in pain. Allison, the girl he went to the party with, was getting worried. Seeing that his friend was about to change Stiles went to step in to help. Unfortunately Scott had beaten him to it and left the party instead. Allison was left alone on the front lawn next to Stiles. He muttered out a quick excuse before he went to his jeep to leave as well. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Stiles from noticing Derek Hale from his side mirror as Derek helped Allison into his Camaro. Regrettably, Stiles had more important things to do than to investigate that right now.

The rest of the night passed in a burry, crazy, emotional haze as Stiles drove from Scott's house (where he found his friend freaking out), to Allison's house (where he found Allison perfectly fine), the all over the back roads around the reserve. Stiles swore that he was going to lose a few years off of his life if every night continued on like this.

He called Scott periodically the rest of the night, in hopes of finding him or at least finding out if he was alright. He didn't' actually spot Scott until almost morning when he found Scott walking along a back road headed towards town. Despite the fact the Stiles had been up all night driving and trying to find Scott, and therefore had no sleep, Stiles was bursting with anticipation to find out what might have happened to his friend.

The result of his patience came with a rushed explanation from Scott. After which Stiles felt guilty because while he had been complaining of his lack of sleep the past few days Scott had been shot with an arrow and hunted almost the whole night. This information brought up more problems for them to deal with, such as the fact that there were people called Hunters. Apparently people still hunted werewolves in this day and age. The only reason Scott was even still alive was because Derek had helped him escape because, shocker of all shockers, he was a werewolf too. With this revelation in mind Stiles figured that meant the Laura could be a werewolf as well. He was going to have to bring that up the next time he saw her now that they were back in town.

Despite all the world crashing revelations and life changing events that were now the two boys' lives it was nothing compared to the shock Scott felt when he had found out that Allison's dad was the Hunter that had shot him in the middle of the woods. As if things weren't complicated enough already.