Hello! I guess it's been a while, right? Well, never fear! The next Chapter is here! Like I said, I don't have a set schedule planned for updating. I might just write a bunch of chapters and then post them all in in one big bunch, or just stretch them out and see if I can get one out every few days. We'll see.

Enjoy, I guess. Took me a while to finish this one, so yeah, be happy.


Elijah groaned in frustration, falling backwards onto Stiles' bed. After discovering the video on Lydia's phone, Stiles sent the file to his phone and deleted it off of hers. Lydia was still passed out when they left, with a quick and awkward farewell to Mrs. Martin to follow. Stiles had invited Elijah over to his house, just to look at the footage in better, less rushed setting. Elijah agreed, since that's what they originally planned to do anyway. Stiles had tried getting in contact with Scott again, and from what Elijah was getting from Stiles' messages, he wasn't even bothering to look at his phone. So now they were both up in the room, Stiles calling Scott once more, while Elijah looked up at the ceiling, feeling a bit better about being included in this big mystery.

"Hey, it's me again." Stiles' voice rang out, obviously trying to talk to Scott, "Look, I found something and I don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great, or else I'll kill you!" He threatened, bringing a smile to Elijah's face. "Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you! And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm going to kill you, but I'm just going to do it, okay?" He yelled, before hanging up and throwing his phone onto the bed.

Elijah sat up, "So, you and this Scott guy sound close." He commented, sitting crosslegged. Stiles sighed, falling into his spinning office chair. He grabbed his face with his right hand and just pulled down, dragging his hand over his entire face.

"Yeah, I guess we are. It was only us two against the world for a long time, until this whole 'Werewolf' thing happened." Stiles told the other boy. "We've known each other since like we were two." He laughed, seeing how long they've been friends.

Elijah just sighed, "You know, I'd say that I wish I had a friend like that, but I won't because I'd be lying." He scoffed, "Friends are jokes, leading to disappointment, right before they get to the punchline." He spoke bitterly. The only real friends he's ever really had were Derek, Laura and Allison.

Stiles raised an eyebrow, "Really?" He asked, sounding surprised, "So why are you being so friendly to me now?" He asked.

Elijah rolled his eyes, "Because, you know about werewolves, and you have a friend who probably still needs to work on control and you can tell me everything that Derek has told you." He listed, sounding more and more irritated as he spoke.

Stiles was about to answer again, before there was a knock on the door. A man walked in, and Stiles jumped in surprise, while Elijah sat back, having heard the man's footsteps approaching a few moments before. "Please tell me I'm going to hear good news at this conference tonight." He pleaded, leading Elijah to figure out that this was Papa Stilinski, the Sheriff.

Stiles laughed sheepishly, "Uh, that would depend on your definition on 'good news'." He reflected.

Sheriff just sighed, "Well, I'd expect straight A's with little to no behavioral issues." He supplied, making Stiles shift uncomfortably.

"Well, you might want to reconsider that definition." He said, wincing, like the words were hurting him and his family. Sheriff sighed, before noticing Elijah on the bed, and before he could get a word in, the boy stood up.

"I'm Elijah. I'm new to Beacon Hills." He explained, "Stiles was just helping me get a bit caught up on the classes that we have together." He lied, smoothly. See, lying to Luna was a hardship, but to other people he didn't know, it was easy and fun.

Sheriff smiled, "Well, it's nice to meet you Elijah. Welcome to our town." He said, shaking the boy's hand. He then left the room, letting Elijah relax again. He sat on the bed once more, and Stiles spoke again, "I'm just thinking about deleting the video." He muttered.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

Stiles shrugged, "Well, you and I have seen it and we've analyzed the crap out of it, so why should Scott get to see it?" He asked. Elijah shrugged, earning Stiles to smile, "I'm gonna delete it. Teach that bastard." He muttered, smirking to himself.

Elijah just smiled in amusement at how the other boy was acting. Not that he was attracted to Stiles or anything, but there was something about the hyperactive boy that just felt right. Being around him, it wasn't hard, and he didn't have to force himself into any conversation.

After Stiles deleted the video from both his phone and computer, he spun around in his chair, "So, we have about three hours to kill before it is ten and I have to get you home, so you want pizza?" He asked.

Elijah shrugged, "Sure, sounds good." He agreed.

Stiles grinned, before standing up, "Alright! I'll order. You okay with only pepperoni?" He asked.

Again, Elijah shrugged, "Whatever Stiles, you're ordering. I'll pretty much eat anything." He stated. That wasn't exactly a statement that allowed Stiles some comfort, but he knew what the werewolf meant. Elijah stood up, following Stiles out of the room. "So, Stiles, what's the story behind Scott's bite? I mean, has he killed anyone yet?" He asked.

Stiles shook his head, "No, but he's come close a few times. He's nearly killed me about three times, and he almost attacked Allison, twice, and then he got into a big fight with Derek." He listed, using his fingers to count. "So yeah, Scott's pretty dangerous right now, but I'm trying to help, since he's the only friend I've got."

Elijah didn't know what came over him, but he patted Stiles' shoulder, smiling, "Not anymore he's not. Count me in on your little quest to teach Scott control." He announced.

Stiles' eyes widened, "R-Really? You're serious?" He asked, like it was a big deal.

Elijah shrugged, "Eh, why not? I had to give the 'friend' thing a try, and you're pretty much the second person in this town willing to give me the time of day." He explained. "Besides, I doubt Derek's been a very good teacher." He spat, not even bothering to be nice when he talked about Derek.

Stiles grabbed the phone and quickly order the pizza, before going back to the conversation, "What's up with you and Derek? You get kind of angry whenever he's mentioned." He noted.

Elijah sighed, sitting down on a chair in the living room. "It's complicated." He answered.

Stiles smiled, "I got time."

Elijah rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "No, I can't. I don't like talking about it, because whenever I do, I lose it." He explained.

Stiles sighed, but nodded, "I understand. I don't like talking about my mother." He replied, which surprised Elijah once again. This guy was incredibly sympathetic, and it was weird, in a good way.

Things were left in a comfortable silence, the two of them just sitting there. It was about fifteen more minutes before the pizza came and even though it wasn't his house and his order, he pitched in five dollars towards the pizza. They just started eating when Sheriff opened the door and limped inside. Stiles nearly dropped his food, and ran to his dad, "Dad, what the hell happened?" He asked.

Elijah got up too, making sure that the man was okay. Sheriff sighed, groaning as he sat on the couch, laying against the cushions. "There was a mountain lion running loose in the parking lot after the conferences were over. Mr. Argent killed it." He explained.

Elijah's eyes darkened at the mention of his old enemy. He'd probably never forgive him for that wolfsbane bullet. He lied to Stiles when he told him about healing himself. No, it wasn't him. He was too weak to steal the bullet. It was that other werewolf who lived in the woods with her pack. Satomi or something. It was a Japanese name, he knew that. He ran into the woods, hoping to lose the Argents, but he ran into Satomi and she helped chase the hunters off, even getting the bullet from Chris. She helped patch him up, and sent him on his way, saying that she would be keeping an eye on him, since he was a Hale. He smiled slightly, thinking about the werewolf lady.

Stiles spoke up again, "But how are you hurt? Did the mountain lion get you?" He asked, all types of concerned about his father.

Sheriff shook his head, "No, a car just bumped me lightly. I'm fine." He stated, groaning as he moved, trying to get up. He saw the pizza and sighed in relief, "Just what I need, food." He stated, like it was a gift from God above.

Stiles pushed the pizza away from him, "Nope, no pizza for you. We are getting you to the hospital to see if you're hurt." He scolded, like the Sheriff was the teenager and Stiles was the father.

Sheriff rolled his eyes, "Stiles, all that hurts is my back." He tried deflecting the question, looking at Elijah like he would be on his side.

The boy just shook his head, "I think Stiles is right, sir. You might have something out of place." He agreed with Stiles. Not just because he was right, but because it made Sheriff whine and groan.

Sheriff shook his head, "I don't need to go to the hospital." He said, getting up. Well, he tried to, but as soon as he stood up there was a loud pop and he groaned in pain. Stiles looked to Elijah, who nodded. Stiles packed the pizza back in the box and placed it in the kitchen. He then grabbed the keys while Elijah led him out of the house, towards Stiles' Jeep. Sheriff wasn't protesting anymore, as his back was probably the more important issue.

Once the Sheriff was in the passenger seat, Elijah ran over to the driver's side so he could hop in the back. He always hated two door cars. Stiles jumped into his seat and started the car.

They probably went over the speed limit by ten miles, but they didn't care. The Sheriff was hit by a car and refused to go to the hospital, making the injury he had, worse. When they reached the hospital, Sheriff wasn't groaning anymore, but he had the look of major discomfort.

Stiles jumped out of the car and before Elijah got into the front seat to get out, Stiles was already leading Sheriff out of the car and into the building. Elijah locked the doors and ran after them. Stiles left him with Elijah, going to the front desk where there was a woman in scrubs typing away at a computer. She looked up, facing the Sheriff, before nodding to Stiles. She got up and walked calmly over to them. "Okay Sheriff, your son says you were hit by a car at the conferences?" She asked. She looked like she knew him pretty well.

Sheriff shook his head, "No, I wasn't hit. I was bumped. I don't think that's too much of a big deal." He tried getting out of this situation, even if he knew that it was impossible, since they were already here at the hospital. The nurse just sighed, "Always the stubborn one, aren't you John?" She asked.

Sheriff, or now John, sighed, before nodding, "Yeah, I got hit. Damn you Melissa." He muttered.

The nurse smiled, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She asked, smirking a snarky smirk. Elijah laughed a bit. He liked this nurse.

Stiles and Elijah then followed after her with John on a wheelchair, since walking hurt him. She led them into a room, before kicking the boys out, telling them to wait in the waiting area. Of course, they weren't even halfway towards the area when Elijah heard his name called out from behind him. He groaned silently, before turning around, smiling. "Hey mom." He greeted, innocently.

Luna was standing there, in all lavender nursing scrubs. She had her arms crossed, with her left hand holding a yellow clipboard with paper hanging from it. She also had some sneakers on her feet and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She was not happy at seeing him at her work. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, stepping forward.

Elijah noticed that Stiles had vanished from his side, the traitor. Elijah just grinned, scratching the back of his neck, "Uh well, it was funny really. We were hanging out at Stiles' house and his dad came in, saying that he was hit by a car, and so, we rushed him here." He then laughed nervously. After his lie earlier to Luna, he was afraid of her catching any signs that said he did lie.

Luna's face went from anger to concern, "Oh my god, is he okay?" She asked.

Elijah sighed, in both relief and in uncertainty, "I don't know. He was in a bit of pain, but we wanted to make sure he was okay." He explained.

Luna nodded, "Well, I can forgive you for worrying me this time, but next time, you'll suffer my wrath." She teased, smirking a bit, before hugging him, "Now, I have a mother who just gave birth to attend to, so stay out of trouble." She explained, before running down the hall.

When she turned the corner, Stiles came out of nowhere, "Wow, that was close." He muttered.

Not easily scared, Elijah turned to face him, sighing, "Yeah, I guess. I feel horrible lying to her though." He admitted.

Stiles raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean? My dad really was hit by a car." He mentioned.

The werewolf shook his head, "No, about me telling her that you don't know about me and my powers." He whispered, so no one around could hear him, unless they also were werewolves, but he would've sensed them before then.

Stiles shook his head, "Well, I'd get used to it, if we aren't letting her in the loop just yet." He suggested, "Because, if she is this threatening when she doesn't know, I'm sort of afraid of how she'll act when she does know." He joked, laughing a bit. Elijah wasn't amused at all. In fact, Stiles' comment put him more on edge. Luna was his rock, or in other words, his anchor. He looked to her when he wanted to learn control. She taught him all of her techniques on staying relaxed and calm. Lying to her was like shooting an arrow straight into her back.

Elijah pushed past his new friend, walking away towards the hospital exit. Stiles called after him, "Elijah, come on man, it was just a joke!" He shouted. Elijah heard him take a few steps towards him, before he stopped. Elijah was thankful, as he opened the doors to the front and walked out. Once again though, someone in a hurry, bumped into him. "Sorry, my bad." The guy called out, running into the hospital.

Elijah turned around, a lingering taste in the air filled his mouth and nose. He smirked, seeing the boy approach Stiles, who just angrily shut him out. 'That must be Scott.' He thought to himself, as he watched the scene between his new friend and the other werewolf. He just stood, leaning against one of the pillars holding up the hanging roof. If that was going to be his new team to beat this Alpha, they were going to be in trouble. Stiles had a constant stench of anxiety and panic while Scott looked like he was still learning the basics, like how to extend his claws without having his eyes flash. That was what made Elijah a bit annoyed. He didn't have the best track record when it came to his patience. Sure, he could wait out an opportunity to fight, but if something wasn't done right the first time, he could get very annoyed.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the cement pillar. The cool air rushed into his nose as he took a deep breath in. Besides the lingering smell of Scott's werewolf, the air was fresh and only contained the smell of leaves and the small animals that were usually common in cities, like squirrels and birds. It relaxed him instantly, as he let his memories take over.

Besides Scott, who he hasn't really officially met yet, Elijah hadn't met any real werewolves since the fire. Sure, there was Satomi, but she was in his life for only a half an hour, healing him from a wolfsbane injury when he was thirteen. She had been nice, but she was constantly migrating. She was constantly on the move, keeping to no place for too long. She had offered him a place in her pack, but he refused, as he had to stay with his family. She understood, and she left without another word. That was the only outside experience he's ever had from another werewolf, an Alpha, at that.

Scott probably only had Derek and the Alpha, who were both horrible mentors when it came to teaching. The only lesson that Derek taught Elijah was that breaking promises were okay if you didn't get caught. If that was the type of crap he was teaching Scott, then Elijah would just half to take on the teaching role himself. No matter what the costs. If it meant running into Derek a few times, so be it, but he was not about to allow some teenager who probably had this forced upon him to roam the world without a proper teacher. That was a promise, and unlike his cousin, it is very difficult to get Elijah to break his promises.

The silence was surprising when Elijah exited his head. He looked around, seeing he was still at the hospital. Stiles was gone from his view, but Scott was walking out with his head looking down. Elijah was about to walk up to him, when a faint howl sounded from the surrounding forest. Both his head and Scott's snapped up, and when they looked into the darkness of the trees, they both saw a flash of red eyes, before they vanished as quickly as they appeared.

Elijah glared at where the eyes were, clenching his fists and his eyes glowing yellow. He growled, letting his fangs extend. Scott was similar, except he wasn't trying very hard to control himself. He only was leaning on a different pillar of the hospital.

Looking around quickly, Elijah's mind worked a mile a minute. He quickly settled himself down enough to turn his transformation off and ran over to Scott. The moppy haired teen was groaning in pain, like it was hurting. Elijah knew all about the pain of transforming during a full moon, but he has never experienced being forced to transform by an Alpha, since the only Alpha he's ever considered his was his Aunt Talia, and she never forced him.

Scott heard the footsteps that approached him, assuming they were Derek's. He quickly swiped his claws out to slash at the boy, but the other guy was faster. He grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it hard and pushed it behind his back. "Scott, calm down." An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears. He looked up to face whoever held him and was faced with a new face.

Elijah sighed, happy that he calmed the boy down enough that he wasn't struggling. He let the boy go, "There, better?" He asked, brushing his hands off, like they got dirty when helping him.

Scott took a deep breath, allowing himself to get himself together, before facing the other person in his presence. "Judging by the fact you know who I am and you seem like an asshole, I'm going to assume that you're Derek's cousin." He deadpanned, as if it bothered him.

Elijah smiled, "In the flesh." He joked.

Scott sighed, "At least you can joke, unlike your cousin." He spat.

Elijah grinned, "Well, I like you already if you hate Derek." He said, nudging the boy. Scott shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face. Elijah was proud of himself. Not only did he prevent an inexperienced bitten teenager from running into the woods to find the Alpha, he was actually getting along with said bitten teen. Maybe he had more social skills than he first thought. He smiled back at Scott, "So, Stiles tells me that you're dating my old friend Allison, eh?" He asked.

Scott's eyes grew to the size of golf balls. "You know Allison?" He asked.

Elijah shrugged, "I lived in one of the towns that her family happened to station in for a few months. I got along pretty good with her at school, until her father found out about me and shooting a wolfsbane bullet into my shoulder." He explained. When Scott got an overprotective look on his face, Elijah chuckled, "Relax, I'm not gonna steal your girl. She's not my type anyway." He joked.

Scott's face softened, as he spoke, "Yeah, her dad's pretty scary, but I'm more scared of her aunt." He told him.

Elijah's face twisted, "Kate's here too?" He asked.

Scott nodded, "Yeah, the night she got here, she was attacked by the Alpha and shot Derek in the arm with the same bullet Mr. Argent shot you with." He told him. Elijah nodded, taking in this new information. If Kate was in town, then things were going to get difficult. Derek and her had history together, he just wasn't sure what type. He'd catch them together in the woods around their old house laughing and having conversations together. Elijah was only eight when he caught them first. He remembered Derek was in a state of depression for a while for some reason, and Kate made him happier. Since she was in town, it would be a distraction for him, and she seemed to have changed for the worst.

Scott cleared his throat, "So, who's side are you on in this?"

Elijah shrugged, "Whatever side is for going after the Alpha. I don't need some asshole making all of us look like murdering, bloodthirsty monsters." He explained. Scott nodded, seeming to accept his answer. Elijah sighed, happy. "So, how is Stiles holding up? I walked out before he got any reports on his dad."

Scott sighed, looking very stressed, "He's angry with me. I skipped the whole day with Allison and apparently he had some important things to talk about, but I had my phone off the entire day." He explained.

Elijah nodded, "Yep, I'd be pissed too. I'm not now, because you don't know me, but I would be angry if I was in Stiles' position. His dad got hit with a car, so that's just a trigger." He explained. This whole mentor thing was easier than he thought at first. Plus, Scott seemed to be an easy person to talk to, especially with their seemingly to be equal hatred for Derek Hale.

Scott sighed, "I'm so stupid. I'm a horrible person, and I am a terrible werewolf." He lamented, leaning on the pillar and sitting down on the ground, his head in his hands. Elijah walked over awkwardly, patting the boy's head.

It was pretty uncomfortable, the silence the followed. Scott and Elijah didn't speak for the first like ten minutes. All that was heard were the occasional sighs that Scott released. All Elijah could do without making a complete fool of himself was to just sit next to his new ally. It was about five more minutes, and when Stiles hadn't come out still, Elijah spoke up, "So, Scott, since we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other, why don't you tell me about yourself?" When the Beta didn't respond, Elijah smiled, "I can go first if you want." He offered.

Scott just let out a grunt of agreement. Elijah sighed, "Well, you already know that I'm one of the only surviving Hale's from the fire. I'm sixteen, and I think I have total control over myself. except going up against the Alpha. I just moved back to Beacon Hills with my adoptive mother and older brother. And now, I have two people who finally know about me that I actually feel comfortable knowing they know, you know?" He finished.

Scott looked up from the ground, giving the other boy a weird look. Elijah raised an eyebrow, "What?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's just, you seem way different than Derek." Scott stated, sounding surprised.

Elijah scoffed, "Thanks for the compliment." He stated, meaning it, "He's my cousin, not my father." Elijah snapped, annoyed. It was only a matter of time that he'd be confronting Derek, that much was obvious. Elijah knew he'd be pissed off, but he knew that Derek knew more than anyone about all things werewolf, so he couldn't rip his throat out, yet.

Scott raised an eyebrow, but he remained silent. Elijah stood up, stretching a bit, "Well, I'm gonna run home. Just because there was a mountain lion there tonight, doesn't mean we don't have school." He announced. He pulled his phone out, "Here, program your number in here. Let me know if something happens." He requested. Scott took the phone and programmed the number in, entering Elijah's number in his phone as well.

Elijah started walking away, winking back at Scott, "Well, see you around Scott." He called. Not letting him respond, Elijah took off in a quick sprint. Thankfully it was night, so he had darkness to cover for anyone that he might pass by.

Scott was left standing in front of the hospital, confused as to how that just happened. Had he really just met the 'big and bad' cousin of Derek Hale? Elijah seemed a lot nicer than Derek, plus he was willing to help, even if he wasn't involved that much. Scott could appreciate that. The only thing that bothered Scott about the new Beta, was that he couldn't see why Elijah got all ticked off about Derek. Granted, he hated the guy from the minute he first met him and he put Allison's life in danger. He kept interfering with Scott's life, telling him that he had to not play in Lacrosse games, cancel plans with Allison and even forcing him to go through Allison's house to look for some magic bullet.

He had no idea what Derek did to Elijah, because at the animal clinic the night before, he seemed to have a bit of happiness in his voice. So either he did something that he didn't know upset Elijah so much, or he just liked to cause his cousin emotional pain.

Scott looked from the pillar where Elijah was just standing to the inside of the hospital, where he saw Stiles pacing in the waiting area, looking very nervous. He sighed, looking down again, before deciding to head back home, that way his mom doesn't blow a fuse if she found him here. After the skipping stunt he pulled all day, she grounded him, so he wasn't even supposed to be here, but he was worried about the Sheriff, who's been a second father to him.

He did question whether to trust Elijah, since he was new to town, and who knows what side he was on. He'd have to keep an eye out for this guy.


So, yeah, that's that. Review, and hopefully this'll tide you over until the next one comes out. It's Moonday, after all, so I might get some inspiration from tonights episode.