"Uncle Jim, I've got to go or I will be late for class" Stiles grumbled at the big man. He could feel his anxiety rising. He hadn't heard from the Scott or the pack in days, he didn't know what was going on and he could imagine the grief he was going to get from the usual buttholes for his days off because of coming online as a sentinel. Stiles had hoped to get to school early enough to avoid the busy hallways but Ellison just clamped a hand on his shoulder and kept him in place.

"Don't panic Sport, first period is cancelled this morning, we are heading for the assembly hall"

Stiles turned in surprise to stare at the Sentinel and just caught the very satisfied smirk on his face before it was smoothed out. Stiles stomach dipped and his "oh shit" meter was going off the charts until Ellison reminded him with a wicked smirk "I told you to enjoy this kid, cos I am going to."

Stiles had still been protesting when they had entered the packed assembly hall in time to hear one of the strange Sentinel and Guide pairs introduce themselves to the school. The rest were scattered around the hall seemingly propping up the walls as they watched the students. For a second Stiles could feel himself bristle at the intrusion of so many Sentinels into his territory. The High School was his, just who did they think they were to…, but before he could get really fired up, he felt his Alpha Prime's hand on his neck and then he was suddenly calm again. He blinked uncertainly at Ellison, who grinned at him and nodded his head towards the stage.
Stiles frowned in confusion as he turned his head. The Guide on the stage seemed to be staring straight at him, her expression unreadable, but then she winked at him before she concentrated on her Sentinel once again. "It's okay kid Caro just settled your Sentinel instincts down a bit. Now listen to the spiel" Ellison's low voice could only have been heard by a Sentinel.

Stiles obediently concentrated on what was being said which confused him even further.
Guide Carolyn Plummer and Sentinel Megan Connors were definitely from further afield than San Francisco. What was going on? Where were the rest of the teachers? Where were the damn Argents?

Stiles had just opened his mouth to interrogate the big lug beside him when said big lug put his finger to his lips and nudged him to be quiet. Stiles glared at him but then his attention was diverted back to the bonded pair when he heard a familiar voice ring out in challenge across the hall. Lydia Martin even forgot to flick back her glorious hair she was so furious.

"Uniforms? We have to wear uniforms? We have to all look the same?" The outrage in the redhead's screech was priceless. Jim took a swift glance at Stiles' face.
The kid looked gobsmacked, but then as the rest of the stunned student population began to express their feelings very vocally, the trademark Stilinski smirk made its first appearance of the day. There was a strange sound, a combination of a giggle and snort that was hastily stifled with compressed lips and pursed mouth but the kid couldn't fool the Sentinel beside him. Tremors were visible in his shoulders and those bambi eyes shone with wicked laughter. If the kid wasn't careful he was going to bite through that bottom lip trying to hold in his amusement.

Jim remembered the same evil expression on John's face when they were in the Rangers together. Jim would shave off Blair's curls if the good Sheriff Stilinski had ever made his son aware of the fact that he had inherited his loyal nature and talent as an utter little shit from his own father. The guy had been infamous for retaliatory strikes against anyone who stupidly tried to take on members of his own team.

The effort he and Blair had made to get this situation ready for Stiles return to school was worth it to see the amusement in the kid's face. Maybe the kid could start to remember he was actually a kid and that his adults were going to keep him safe whatever it took.

The smiling Australian Sentinel gave a piercing whistle which shut the noise down. "Sorry Sentinels" she announced cheerfully to the room, whilst running a quick apologetic hand down the arm of her exasperated Guide who still stood beside her in front of the podium "but I need these guys to listen up"

"Now my little cherubs, a lollipop to the first one who can tell me what it means to be a Sentinel" she cheerfully offered in the same kind of tone an elementary school teacher used on the littlest of kids. The offended groans and mutters made her smile even wider. "Well stop reacting like infants and I won't treat you like them" She scolded lightly. Then her face turned stern and serious.

"This school is an outreach S&G hub for the main San Francisco centre. The SGC now own and run this establishment. Your own District School Board had enthusiastically agreed to the use of this school in a long term pilot to determine the viability of this kind of hub and from today you all will be subject to S&G rules and regulations. Over the next six weeks the main buildings will be adapted. In the meantime temporary S&G acceptable buildings will be delivered to site. But here's the thing kiddies it's not just the buildings that will have to adapt"
Then she grinned unrepentantly as she gazed directly at the unimpressed frowning redhead.

"Let's be clear. You are all going to face some big changes. But change is a good thing guys. Everything you need to know is in the S &G pack you will receive on the way out so you can share it with your families, hopefully before they come to the Parents conference tonight, but let's give you the cheat sheet version." The bouncy Sentinel wiggled her eyebrows at her audience and then pointed to the screen behind her where a checklist was displayed.

"Yes. A uniform. Non- negotiable because it's a health requirement. Supplied free of charge. Everyone will wear it, including staff. And it doesn't even have stripes!

Yes. Extra courses on S&G studies offering extra credits. Specialist tutors will be available.

Yes. Sentinel friendly free of charge food offered in the cafeteria.

Yes. Sports will still be allowed, actively encouraged and funded.

Yes. Transfers into and out of the school are permitted. Subject to certain rules and regs.

No stinky perfumes or strong aromas.

No loud music or voices.

No bloody bullying. "

She leant forward slightly and her grin got bigger "And the icing on the cake my lovelies, well if you have the guts to last that long here and if we haven't chucked you out for not following the easy peasy rules then all graduating students will receive priority treatment from any University of their choice. Any university, because this school is now part of the S&G community and our beloved Alpha Guide Prime Dr Blair Sandburg is very keen on educational opportunities"

Jim snorted in the background and Guide Plummer hid a smile. The female Sentinel winked at Jim shamelessly and then continued in that insanely cheerful voice.

"Read the pack people and tell your families, carers, significant others, invisible friends and teddy bears that the S&G school will be open every evening this week to answer questions and deal with issues. Now scoot off to your classes and learn, learn, learn my beauties" She made a shooing motion at the wide eyed teenagers who after a beat of silence almost turned and ran for the exits.

Stiles saw the swift assessing glance from the irate redhead as she, Jackson and Alison Argent came to a halt beside him. "Stiles what the hell is going on? What have you done? You have some explaining to do" she demanded angrily but the ice cold voice of the Alpha Prime Sentinel of the United States interrupted her rant "No he doesn't little girl. He doesn't answer to you. He is a Sentinel in my pride."
The snarl of a very possessive panther was in the big guy's voice and Stiles blinked up at him in surprise, totally distracted from Lydia's attempts at manipulation.
"Now you have been told to get to your classes, move your butt before detention is the least of your worries."

Lydia paled, but rallied as she tossed her hair back "I don't do detention" she started to object. Then the darkening expression on the enormous Sentinel's face made her decide discretion was the better part of valour. Jackson must have had the same instinct because he pulled her away before she could get herself in more trouble. Ellison noticed that the dark haired Argent girl silently followed them but she was focusing all her attention on Stiles until she saw the way Ellison was staring at her, she tried to lift her chin in defiance but flinched when Ellison flared his nostrils and moved rapidly after her friends. He took in the scent of all three of them. It definitely corroborated Stiles' supernatural story time. Not that he didn't believe the kid, he knew he wasn't lying but gathering evidence was second nature to him.

Stiles watched open mouthed, then turned his head to stare up at the big guy. Cold hard realisation hit him straight between the eyes and for a second he almost couldn't breathe. Shit he couldn't afford to have a panic attack right now, in the middle of school. He was going to be blamed for all of this anyway. He couldn't let them see him weakened by an attack, and it would only make the bullying worse. Suddenly he felt one large warm hand hold the back of his neck again, soothing the tense muscles, calm words uttered too quietly for anyone not a Sentinel to hear. "It's all good baby sentinel, you're safe. You are safe. No-one can harm you."
To his surprise, Stiles felt fur beneath his clenched hand and allowed his fingers to spread and sink into it, the low rumbles of reassurance from Ellison's spirit guide thrumming through his fingertips.

Suddenly a stronger feeling off calm dropped over him like a snuggly blanket which blunted the effect of the rising panic. A no nonsense female voice hit his ears though his senses could tell she was still on the stage. "It's called an empathic buffer little Sentinel. Your panic attack was stressing out your senses and you aren't hitting a zone out on my watch. The effects will last for an hour and will negate any overwhelming emotion to allow you to deal with whatever set this off more calmly and rationally. I haven't taken your emotions away, just given you a breathing space. I will monitor you for the rest of the school day so I can step in if you need it. You are safe Stiles."

Stiles missed the nod of thanks Ellison offered Caroline Plummer. The guide's help allowed him to focus on the cause of his melt down. He drew a deep breath, and turned his head carefully so he didn't dislodge his Alpha Prime's hand on his neck.

"Dude, you just can't turn Beacon Hills High School into an S&G Centre." Stiles spluttered up at Jim. Those expressive eyes were wide with disbelief. Ellison couldn't believe that he wanted to pinch those adorable flushed cheeks. He blamed Blair. It was all his fault.

Ellison widened his own piercing blue eyes as he teased "I can't? Woops. Oh dear, so sad, too bad" The kid's face was a picture. Not even his Blair would have been able to resist that response.

"You can't do this just for me." the kid almost wailed. "Well of course I can but really it's not just for you, although you are the catalyst. Blair and I having been discussing this for years. Regional S&G schooling that allowed young emerging Sentinels and Guides to stay in the homes and with their mundane friends if possible. The main centres will be for special or difficult emerging cases. Your situation just gave us the kick up the ass to deal with it. Consider it a pilot. The High School will take any emerging Sentinels and Guides from the surrounding School district. Friends and family will be allowed to attend as well if appropriate."

Stiles blinked at him, silenced by the response. That was surprisingly logical. It actually made sense. He felt a bit of a brat for making a fuss about it now. Ellison smiled down at him as if he knew what Stiles was thinking and feeling, and to be honest Stiles wouldn't put it passed him.

"Suppose I best get to my classes now" Stiles offered weakly as his swift glance around told him the hall was empty except for the Sentinels and Guides. But the big guy shook his head and his grin widened though it was the female Sentinel who cheerfully answered him.

"You get a pass today Sentinel Stiles. Official S&G business. We have to deal with all the staff who are now on temporary contracts subject to S&G regulations." Stiles stared at the beaming woman. Confusion seemed to be his BFF today. What the hell did that have to do with him?

Her guide rolled her eyes and Ellison snorted. "Megan he doesn't know what you are talking about"
The Aussie Sentinel actually laughed. "Come on kid, don't you want to be in the staff room when we tell everyone from the janitor up that they have to undergo psych evaluation and a full empathic scan before their positions are confirmed as permanent?"

Only one part of that explanation made an impression. "The Council's going to keep Gerard Argent as Principal?" the betrayed horror in the kid's voice made all the Sentinels in the room flinch and take a threatening step towards the group. Caroline Plummer gently touched Stiles' shoulder, and the blanket of calm snuggled him even tighter for a few moments.

"Stiles, I believe the phrase "a snowball's chance in hell" is an accurate reflection of the reality of the post of School Principal remaining with the incumbent".

Caro smiled down at the slowly receding fear in the boy's face. Jim would have to get in line for the delivery of any ass kicking because she could see the young Sentinel's emotional profile and she was righteously pissed off. What the actual hell had been done to the kid? Ellison would need to give them an in depth debrief because she was personally going to target all the bastards who had hurt Stiles, then sic her darling vicious Sentinel on them. Blair and Jim could have the remains to play with. But from Stiles' reaction, the down fall of this bastard Argent was top priority.

She continued speaking, her smile wide, bright and predatory.

"But unfortunately for him Stiles, he is not going to find that out until he has undergone the psych evaluation and full empathic scan."