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Stiles the Bunny

03 – Decisions and Journeys

Blinking at my reflection, where I'm a goddamn rabbit, I'm so stunned I'm really not sure what to do. Or where to go. I'm a rabbit, I'm like the bottom of the food chain.

A food chain that contains werewolves on a full moon night.

Aw crap.

I go through the few people I know and rule most of them out for either not knowing about the supernatural, and there's a shockingly small number of those, and those that do know about the supernatural but most of those are werewolves and could eat me.

There's no pursuit yet, but there's no guarantee there won't be either, so home is out, I refuse to go to the Argents because they will torture me and turn me into stew, Lydia doesn't like rabbits, and the werewolves are all out because they're werewolves, and I've run of people to go to.

Aw crap.

Huffing I look around the garden and spot a rabbit hutch with real rabbits in it, and I've got an idea. Dr Deaton. The guy is a vet but he's so much more, all I have to do is make it to his clinic, hang around until he shows up for work and then not be a rabbit in front of him, he has freaky advisor powers, he'll realise I'm not a rabbit, we'll powwow somehow and bam, I'm back to being Stiles.

Awesome.

In the distance are some more explosions and I head for the road and sidewalk, time to make my bunny-self scarce before I get picked up by animal control and adopted by kids somewhere.

Hopping down the sidewalk I get to see all the lights come on in the nearby houses and people stumbling out, the intense but lucky lightening storm must have woken them up, there are of course kids and a few of them spot me calling out things like, "Bunny!" and "Mr Floppsy Ears," oh my god please don't let that kid keep me as a pet.

Running faster I dash towards the corner and speed on into the night, the wail of sirens getting closer, they're fire engine sirens and I'm tempted to halt and wait to see if my dad turns up but he won't know that the rabbit is Stiles his son, nope I'm going to have to go to Deaton.

I'm making good time and I'm two blocks further on when something lands on my back and I'm sent skidding, instinctively kicking out I catch the cat in the stomach and it hisses at me as it comes towards me again. I dodge the springing attack and I flee across the road barely dodging an ambulance, I make it by a whisker and the cat is left sulking on the other side of the street.

Shuddering I carry on but go slower and look out for cats and dogs and pretty much any other animal out there.

Luckily the dogs I meet are all on chains and can only bark at me as I hop past their owners gardens and fences, I see a few more cats and get away unscathed but this is much more dangerous than I thought it would be.

Even if I make it to Deaton's I have to hang around until someone gets there and avoid being a late night meal to any stray or wild animal out there. More determined than ever I keep going but it's so much farther by rabbit than by jeep, and I'm getting dizzy from lack of food.

Crap I've not eaten for days, I've been watered and that's about it. I've not even slept properly and I may be used to weird sleep patterns due to ADHD and side effects of Adderall but it's taking it's toll on me.

Reaching the edge of the residential area I take a moment to sit on a lawn and eat some grass, which tastes nicer than I thought it would. Rabbits' digestive systems aren't the best, so my new stomach won't get a huge amount of nutrients from these few blades of greenery, but it's better than nothing.

Nicely situated on a corner I contemplate the easiest route to Deaton's verses the safest route to Deaton's. The easiest route consists of alleys and places that cats congregate in, so I'm thinking the long way, which is much more open and will take me nearly twice as long, but I'll be harder to ambush.

My light colouring is making me an easy target in the dark so if I hang here for a while and eat and then use my newly rested strength I should make it with time to spare. I'm sure there's a few patches of vegetation near Deaton's so I should be able to eat there for a bit too.

So of course that's when the Camaro zooms past the garden and if there's one person I trust to not to lose control on a full moon night and have an awesome sniffer nose, it's Derek. Even if he is the grumpiest snarliest person I've ever met.

Changing the plan I hop after the tail lights and they turn into the nearby retail park, one I know has a 24 hour butcher, he must be here to pick up some choice cuts for the puppies and creepy uncle Peter.

By the time I reach the parking lot he's out of sight but I know he's in here somewhere, I just have to find the car and lurk nearby. Now that is funny, Stiles the Rabbit lurking near the Alpha werewolf's car so I can spring out and loom at his ankles.

Bouncing through the parking lot a few people see me and point, mostly the women, though a few men coo at me and I have to dodge a few well meaning do gooders who try to catch me to take me to the animal shelter.

Finally I locate Derek's Camaro and I double check the license plate to make sure it's his and I've not gotten side tracked, but no it's his car. Awesome, something is going right.

Hiding under the car I stay near the driver's side wheel so I can spring out before he gets in the car and tries to run me over, I do not want to become road kill.

Peering about I try to spot him and his boots, because he never wears anything else, honestly he's like a hobo, I get that he doesn't have a job and probably eats deer in the forest to save on food money, but you'd think he could hit up a charity shop and get a few spare pairs of shoes or boots.

Sitting down I scratch my ear with my back foot and that is kinda awesome, I bet Scott can't do that and I smirk to myself, which means my nose twitches, but it's a smirk-y nose twitch.

Laying down on the concrete I'm impressed with how good my fur is because I'm not cold, I could have done with this earlier when I was being held captive, awesome rabbit changing abilities could have meant I escaped earlier, and I've had a great new idea.

Crawling out from under the car I hide between Derek's car and the next car, then I concentrate on being me, on being Stiles and human. I remember human hands and arms and legs and how to stand up on two legs, on stumbling along the way I normally do, of how to hold a lacrosse stick and throw a ball.

Opening my eyes I discover I'm still a rabbit and there's a little girl standing there sucking her thumb, "Mommy," she points at me, "Bunny mommy," I slide back under the car as her mother patronises her and the kid gets dragged off, "But mommy there was a really pretty white bunny rabbit, he was beautiful," and I know I'm a white rabbit now, no wonder I stood out so much.

Albino animals rarely last long in the wild, their lack of colouring is a distinct disadvantage for them, and their pink eyes kind of freak me out. I can make out the mom asking the little girls about the pink eyes and the little girl huffs, "No mommy, the bunny's eyes were brown and lovely, and he's got gold bits on him too."

Wow, so not an albino then.

Cool I can live with that, though the gold bits is strange but they might help Derek and Deaton find out what happened to me faster and fix this.

Footsteps get closer, and I'm not paying them a huge amount of attention because they're not Derek's old boots, and then they're stopping at the driver's door and the door is unlocking and Derek must have gotten new shoes.

Shit, I don't have time so I barrel forwards and thump headfirst into his leg, I tumble to the side and shake myself to look up to see a werewolf staring down at me, but it's not Derek.

It's Peter.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.