"John!" A teenage Chris Argent calls out to John Stilinski, the future Sherriff of Beacon Hills. School had just let out and John was leaving as Chris came towards him from down the street.

"Oh, hey you weren't in class today." John said to his friend as he walked to meet him.

"Yeah, I know. My dad had me run some errands for him." Chris said as he looked off into the distance, he seemed troubled but John decided not to press him on the matter for the time being. "Actually, John I wanted to show you something."

"Um… okay, what?"

"Well I can't show you here, we have to go to that warehouse just outside of town." He said as he gestured towards the direction he just came.

"It's not illegal is it?" John asked feeling a little uneasy.

"No, it's perfectly legal; we just can't let anyone find out. Got it? If I show you this you have to promise to keep it a secret."

"Okay."

"No! That's not good enough. I need you to promise." Irritation flared across Chris's face but quickly went away. "Come on, you're my best friend. Would I ever lead you astray?" he asked almost mockingly.

"Fine, I promise."

The Sherriff sat up on the couch in his living room, head pounding, side throbbing, and his throat felt like sandpaper when he swallowed. Sunlight poured in from the open window blinding him for a moment, he covered his eyes with his hands then the blinds seemed to close themselves.

"Dad! You're finally awake. Hey he's awake!" Stiles closed the blinds and called into the kitchen, he then joined his dad on the couch where his father had sat up to make room and to look in the direction of the kitchen to see just who exactly his son was talking to.

"John" a familiar voice said as Chris walked into the room with the town veterinarian following him closely. "How are you feeling?" he said as he sat in a chair across from the couch, the vet taking the one next to him.

"Well my heads a little sore but I think I'll live." Recollection flashed across the Sherriff's face and he reached down to touch his side expecting to feel the jagged, torn flesh but instead felt nothing out of the ordinary. "It bit me! Dammit Chris it bit me! I'm going to turn into one of those things, oh my god." The Sherriff stood and began pacing.

Standing quickly and grabbing his friend by the shoulders turning him to face him, he looked into the eyes of his old friend and an emotion that John couldn't quite identify crossed the hunter's face. "I'm going to help you through this, the worst is over. You survived the bite, that's step one. Don't you worry about anything; we're all going to help you through this. Right Stiles?" he said and looked pointedly and Stiles.

"Ye-yeah, of course." He stammered. "It'll be great; we can do all sorts of father son stuff now like… you know, throw a ball or a frisbee." He said and looked almost ashamed as he said it, unsure of how the others would react. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as a small smile crossed his dad's lips. "Oh crap, Scott!" exclaimed Stiles, "he was there last night in the woods! Oh shit I have to call him and check on him, aw damn I'm like the worst friend ever." He rambled as he rummaged around

"Relax Stiles; you have a long way to go before you can be labeled as the worst friend ever." Chris said and gave a knowing look to John. Nothing else was said as Stiles found his phone and nodded to the group as he dialed his friend's phone. "Scott, it's me. Stiles, you should know that but anyways I need you to call me as soon as you get this, it's urgent. Like Lydia agreeing to date me urgent. Call me back." He hung up and looked at Chris and the vet looking at him blankly while his father gave him a sheepish smile.

"That Lydia girl finally said yes?" his father asked hopefully.

"No dad it was more a hypothetical situation so Scott would get the urgency of it." Stiles said and began looking around for something to distract him from the awkward situation in the room.

"Oh" was all his father could say to that.

After a few hours of not hearing anything from Scott, Stiles decided to go to his house and check on him, his dad, Chris, and Deaton, which was apparently the vet's name would be busy for the rest of who knows how long as they tried to get John ready for the inevitable full moon that would be here soon. He got to Scott's house and barely stopped before leaping out of his jeep and running up to his front door nearly crashing into Scott's mom as she was closing the door behind her.

"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed as he came to a halt directly behind her, causing her to jump and spin around mildly flailing her arms about as she did so.

"Stiles!? What the hell are you doing?" she asked

"Oh you know looking for Scott, is he in?"

"No, he's at school. Which did start today, so don't you think you should be there too?"

"Well, yeah but my dad's going through some stuff- I mean he needed my help with some stuff. Anyways, right off to schoolio." Stiles said nervously.

"Right, well I have to get to work. So, goodbye Stiles." Melissa McCall said as she locked the door and walked past the boy and went to her car.

"Right bye." He called after her.

Stiles went by the school. He got there as the final bell rang and kids came filing out of the building but found no trace of his friend, panic began to build in his chest and he remembered something Chris had said before he left.

"If he was bitten you have to find him, check everywhere, if you can't figure out where he is call and I'll send someone to find him. It's extremely important. With us he'll have a chance." Chris wouldn't say anymore, hell he already acted like he didn't want to tell Stiles anything about what happened, it was Deaton that ultimately revealed most of the secrets and Chris just sort of glared and filled in minor details. Either way, Stiles knew everything now and he would not rest until he found his friend and brought him back to Chris.

"Okay Stiles, you can do this. You're going to have to go back to the preserve; you're going to have to search everywhere for Scott, it's still daylight. There should be no werewolves."

"Werewolves?" a female voice said chuckling. "And you're giving yourself a pep talk about finding… love? In the preserve? From Scott?"

"Wha- Lydia? How long have you been there?" Stiles stammered, not realizing he was still in the school parking lot or that his window was down and there were tons of kids milling about but the most pressing matter was that Lydia, the girl he's been in love with forever was now making fun of him as she passed his jeep. "No… I was uh… just practicing for drama. Yeah it's a play the school's going to be doing."

"Oh? How interesting, I hadn't heard anything about it."

"Yeah, no auditions or anything, it's supposed to be a surprise for a pep rally."

"Weird." She seemed like she was going to say something else but was interrupted by Jackson coming up and putting his arm around her, giving Stiles an 'I'm so much more awesome than you' kind of look that made Stiles seethe, he's always hated that boy's expressions. Jackson whispered something in her ear and she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well have fun with playing with Scott or I mean have fun with Scott in your play."

"Right…" As the two walked away Stiles hit his head against the steering wheel accidentally hitting the horn causing a whole parking lot of teenagers to stop what they were doing and stare at the boy in the blue jeep like deer in headlights. After further embarrassment Stiles decided to go, he'd rather face an alpha wolf than the mindless stares of his peers.

"Hey, let me out!" Scott called into the darkness, he knew there was no point in calling for anyone, no one was there and if they were they weren't going to just release him. The room he was in was pitch black, the sounds of dripping water could be heard, it echoed through wherever he was. He explored his captivity only to realized he was in a cage with thick steel bars, about a half inch was between each bar, if he stood straight up his head touched the top of the cage and there was only about enough space for him to put his arms straight out to either side. He was trapped, he wasn't sure how but he had survived that night in the woods, how long ago was that? He felt like it had been weeks, he remembered walking out of the trees and into the road clutching at his side and then darkness. When he awoke there was more darkness, he was hungry and thirsty and his cage was beginning to reek of urine from his designated piss corner. He was alone in the dark and it seemed he would be left there to die, like whoever locked him up then forgot about him.

"Scott!" Stiles called out to his friend for what seemed like the thousandth time but to no avail, he just kept wandering deeper and deeper into the preserve determined to find his friend. He knew he could have Argent send someone but Stiles had to do this on his own, in his mind if anything happened to Scott it would be his fault, he talked him into coming with him, and he pushed him down the hill to keep him from getting into trouble but what if that's what lead to his death? Stiles couldn't help it as his mind constantly took a turn for the worse.

"Hey, what are you doing out here!?" a strangely familiar voice called to him from behind. He spun and couldn't help but gape, he put his hand over his mouth but couldn't suppress a squeal sound that surprised and frightened him. He looked at the throat of the man that produced that voice, then up to his clean-shaven face, the black hair, and finally those green eyes. Not quite as glowing as they were the other night but this was definitely that cop from his dream, flashbacks ensued: hot breath on the back of his neck, feeling so powerless held against the hood of his baby with his legs spread and the cop's hard- "This is private property" the man said, snapping him from his flashback and back into reality where he found himself semi-hard staring at a man he was pretty sure was just part of his deep subconscious. The man had a strange look on his face almost like he could read Stiles mind and then it went expressionless as it was when he first appeared.

"Oh… oh!" he stammered for words, "I didn't know, I was just looking for-" he was caught off as the man tossed him something, he tried to catch it but missed and it bounced of his chest and onto the ground in front of him. He reached down to pick it up and realized it was Scott's inhaler. "Where did you get this!?" he stood up but the mystery man was gone leaving Stiles alone in the preserve. With no other options he returned to his jeep, pulled out his phone and called Chris.

"Did you find him?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, but there was a guy out here in the preserve. He said it was private property and he had Scott's inhaler."

"Stiles get back here right now!" and with that Chris hung up. Stiles returned home.