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Title: Dig Me A Grave So We Can Bury Our Secrets

Summary: The five times someone confides in Stiles and the one time everyone tries to keep a secret from him. And fails. Miserably. Eventual Stiles/Derek with other pairings mixed in.

Warnings: None in this chapter

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To my complete and utter astonishment a week passed and Scott's little bendy secret stayed that way. To the passerby he and Allison seemed to be doing better, there was less screaming and arguing but I could also tell that there was something wrong. It wasn't something that would be obvious to anybody else but me but having known Scott since we were kids I knew him almost as well as I knew myself, wolfiness aside of course. It was if he had given up, resigned himself to this increasingly loveless relationship. It was hard to watch but in the end it was his choice and I would stand behind him no matter how dense he was being.

Though, being the supporting friend was especially difficult today. It was our first pack meeting since school got out for the summer and Scott's eyes were following Isaac all around the living room of the newly renovated Hale house as he passed out cans of soda.

I elbowed Scott in the side but didn't dare whisper anything because a gang of super hearing Betas surrounded us. Instead I relied on the timeless method of best friend communication, the silent looks. Scott of course started out by trying to look innocent, as if I hadn't just caught him ogling Isaac's butt when he bent over to pick up the can of soda he dropped.

In return I furrowed my brows and gave a little shake of my head, Seriously dude? I then nodded my chin to Allison who luckily was in deep conversation with Lydia over god knows what. She could have easily caught you staring.

Scott looked down and gave a little shrug Sorry, didn't even notice I was doing it.

I bumped his shoulder with mine lightly and gave a little smile. Just be more careful next time. I could hardly bring myself to be truly angry with him. You can't help who you fall for after all, something I reluctantly learning myself…

Scott let out a silent sigh and gave me a nod Don't know if I can but I'll try.

After that interaction Derek walked into the room with the newly arrived pizzas in hand and soon everyone's mouth was full of cheesy delight. There hadn't been another murder in over a week so there was nothing really new to talk about. It felt sort of morbid but until another body showed up we didn't really have anything more to go on. So this meeting was mostly just bonding time for the Pack.

After pizza everyone moved outside and the guys and Erica started playing some bizarre version of tackle Frisbee. It was times like this that being a human was really annoying, I could feel myself twitching with the need to move, to do something but at the same time I knew that I was much to slow and fragile to compete with their wolfy senses.

Allison and Lydia had also gone outside to cheer on their boyfriends, well supposedly, Lydia was actually just laughing because Erica knocked over Jackson and caught the Frisbee. Derek sat on the porch, watching his pack play with what was for him a fond smile on his face, on anyone else the look would barely pass as an unimpressed quirk of the lips.

I took a moment to admire that rare peaceful expression on the normally brooding face. I still wasn't used to this side of Derek, the proud almost caring side he would show when he thought nobody was looking and his pack was together. Because of my staring it took me all of ten minutes to realize something was missing, Boyd wasn't playing on the field with the others, frowning I also noticed he wasn't on the porch with the girls or Derek. I went back inside and found him in the kitchen, putting the pizza plates in the dishwasher.

"Hey, why are you holed up in here?" I asked and he jolted, looking to me if startled by my presence.

"Didn't hear you come in."

I raised my eyebrows "Seriously? Because I wasn't even tip toeing and even then Scott can always hear me coming no matter how amazingly sneaky I am being."

"Well I heard you, it just wasn't really registering." He explained and I cocked my head to one side, something Erica had nicknamed my 'pup look' and claimed that it was just as effective as Scott's puppy eyes.

"Had your mind somewhere else?" I guessed and he nodded, putting a few cereal bowls that had been soaking in the sink, into the dishwasher. "Was it anything you want to talk about?"

Boyd gave me a long look "Not really."

"Are you sure? I once read in a magazine somewhere that talking can help. Actually I think it was a comic book, Iron Man was having some horrible life altering crisis." I waved my hand dismissively.

"What happened to Iron Man?" Boyd paused, holding a few glasses in his hands.

"What?" I asked surprised that that's what he latched on to but I shrugged and tried to remember. "Well actually I think he got the crap kicked out of him later in the issue but hey, he was beat up with a clear conscience because he talked about what was bothering him." Boyd just looked at me incredulously. "Okay, I get it, you're not talkative guy. Just trying to help, I'll just go back and watch everyone tackle each other over a tiny piece of neon colored of plastic." I said and headed out.

"I'm just…not used to this sort of thing yet." Boyd said just as I reached the threshold leading out of the kitchen. I turned around and walked back over slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"I never had friends and my family wasn't very close. I got used to being alone, it wasn't always a bad thing, I never had to worry about anyone else when I wanted to do something, I didn't have to check in with my parents whenever I wanted to go out. I was free to do what I want but at the same time I never had anyone to do it with. Now all of a sudden I not only have a pack but I have friends too. It's overwhelming sometimes and still a bit weird. I don't always know how to act, I spent so much time alone that my social skills kind of suck." He let out a low chuckle.

"Are you kidding me? If we can put up with Jackson being a constant dick and Derek being…well a rock we can handle you. Actually there's nothing to handle because you're awesome guy. I mean seriously, Scott told me about what happened during that run in the forest a few weeks back. When you guys came across a bear cub stuck in a trap. You stopped and spent an hour and a half trying to get it free." I smiled and Boyd looked down embarrassed.

"It would have only taken half that time but the mother bear kept on circling. Scott and Jackson had to keep her distracted."

"Yeah but most other people would have given up or called animal control to take care of it. You did it on your own because you care! You're an awesome guy Boyd, don't worry if you're not the most talkative guy in the room because everyone likes you."

"You think so?" Boyd asked "I mean I know they don't hate me but I'm never able to tell if they like me or are just indifferent."

"I'm sure they like you. I mean when you're quiet everyone knows it's just because you're thoughtful not because you're brooding like Derek. Derek sends off waves of unfriendliness and bad boy mystique. You have a more relaxed and philosophical silence about you. Like that statue with its chin resting on its fist! And, hey, if you're nervous go out there and play with the others. There's no talking involved in their game, bone shattering body slams yes, but it's a good way to involve yourself with them without having to really put yourself out there. So you go, I'll finish with the dishes."

"Thanks." Boyd nodded, still a bit hesitant but not as nervous as before. "And can you not mention this conversation to anyone. I don't want..."

"To seem weak?" I guessed,

"Strength is what I'm supposed to be good at." Boyd shrugged and I took the glasses out of his hands, putting them in the dishwasher.

"You're good at a lot more than that my man." I patted his shoulder and Boyd nodded at me before leaving and I continued to fill up the dishwasher. I rearranged some of the bowls and larger dishes to make everything fit a bit better. I made just enough room to put in the big glass casserole dish. I turned around to put it in only to see a wall of muscle and leather suddenly standing in front of me.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air and sending the dish flying.

For once I was grateful for the wolfy reflexes, Derek caught the dish before it hit the floor and set it in the dishwasher while I recovered from my near heart attack.

"I heard what you said to Boyd." He said after a few seconds of silence.

"That was a private conversation." I said indignantly but he just raised an eyebrow at me in an I'm the Alpha, rules don't apply to me expression. Given more time to think on the matter it might disturb me to realize that I could interpret the micro expressions on his stoic face as well as I could read Scott's more open and sometimes painfully honest expressions. But even so I wasn't expecting the hard punch that Derek delivered to my shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?" I gasped, clutching my arm. I could already feel the bruise forming, the bastard.

"I do not give out waves of unfriendliness." He said with a scowl on his face.

"Well this is not the way to convince me of that!" I responded, resenting the petulance in my voice. He just glared at me, I should probably be scared but I wasn't, his look lacking the regular malice. "You know you could say thank you Stiles for creating pack unity and stuff."

"Thank you." He muttered so low that I almost didn't hear him. I paused startled, not having actually expected him to say it.

"What was that again? I don't think I quite heard you." I smiled

He groaned and punched me in the arm again before stalking out of the room.

"You're welcome!" I yelled after him and didn't know what was worse, the, no doubt ridiculously loud, pounding of my heart or the throbbing in my arm.


Well there ya go! Chapter two! I hope you enjoyed it. Things start to get a bit more serious next chapter so hold on to your horses!

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