You guys I had a hard time trying to figure out how to start this chapter, as it is all from her POV right now and I am going back over all the first season episodes...eventually it will be from different points...Argh, don't judge I work two jobs and thinking sucks atm lol

Ashley came home that night disappointed. Stiles had been put on first string, but for some reason had not shown up for the game. That worried her quite a bit as he and Derek had run off somewhere earlier that day, and wasn't answering his phone. She figured she would wait just a bit though, at least until about midnight, to talk to her uncle about it, as knowing Stiles he was doing something his dad really wouldn't approve of. Meanwhile, she supposed she could try to get a hold of Scott, and find out from him what was up. As Stiles best friend, he would be the one to know what was going on. Unfortunately, even he wasn't answering his phone, which meant either he hadn't got home from the game yet, or was with Stiles. Neither boded well for either of them, and it was a good thing the sheriff wasn't home yet.

She did, however, think she had at least made a friend with someone around her own age for once, as she had sat down with Allison at the game for a while and was introduced to her aunt Kate. Kate was a hoot, having just moved back to town to see her niece, and was in the same shoes as Ashley was, not many female friends, having been annoyed the hell out of most of them. She did, however, have an appreciation for fine-looking men, and they both shot the breeze while watching the game that night, with Allison looking on in amusement. Kate had also given her her cell phone number, promising a girls night full of drunken bar hopping. She left the game a mix of lighthearted and worried.

It was just her luck, however, that as soon as she headed into her room, she heard the front door slam open and shut, and Stiles came bounding up the stair and towards his room. "Holy shit Stiles, stop! Whats wrong with you, you look like you have seen a ghost...why wern't you at the game tonight? Your dad was looking for you ya know."

"I know, I just, something major happened, I can't explain. Just promise you wont go out again tonight? Or at all? In fact stay inside all the time and keep your window locked. Yea, that should be safeish. Or you know all those awesome knives you have? Keep like 5 on you at one time. And pepper spray. Maybe a dog whistle? No that's stupid, never mind. Oh and can you cover for me tonight? I will owe you like four, I just cant have dad knowing I was out with Derek at you cuz, you know, murder accusations and all that. Thanks!"

"Umm..." With that he turned around and ran to his room with a baseball bat in his hand, locking the door after he slammed it.

"Good grief." she thought. "Is he out of Adderall again? Did someone slip him drugs? I know he isn't drunk because I have seen him drunk and he is super chill..."

Sighing she heads to her room, taking out her phone and texting his dad why he wasn't at the game, making up some excuse about his jeep having some engine trouble and his phone going dead. He was right, he did owe her multiple times over. She fully intended to find out what was wrong as well, as she refused to cover for him anymore unless she knew why she was covering. She hoped Derek wasn't in any more trouble than he already was, the poor broody guy had enough on his plate as it was. She heads to her computer, pulling up Facebook and checking her messages and notifications, then goes to Funimation and found a good anime to watch. Currently she was going back over all the Dragon Ball episodes, noticing she had forgotten quite a bit about it, as well as there were a lot of characters you never see again. She was also introducing herself to TeamFourStar on YouTube, loving their abridged version of Dragonball Z. She watches that for about an hour before finally yawning and setting her computer to silent, walking over to the window to lock it. If it made Stiles feel better she would do it, even if it was just for tonight. Her luck her beast friend would try to get into her room and have a conversation with her again, and she was too tired for that tonight. With that she changes into her pjs and switched off the light, climbing into bed to fall into another night full of strange dreams.
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The next day Stiles had left for school early, not wanting to run into her most likely, knowing she would get the truth out of him one way or another and wanting to put it off as soon as possible. She retaliated by hiding all the tissues and lotion he had in his room and replaced them with sandpaper and Nair. Childish and silly, she knew, but it was that kinda day and she knew his head nearly explodes when he is too sexually frustrated. Ha.

Once school is out she gives Stiles a call, wanting to know is Super Smash Bros is still on for him and Scott. He answers just a bit more rushed than normal. "Yes what is it?"

"Hey you ok? Just checking on you about last night, and about game night tonight, you still in?"

"Yea maybe, right now Scott and me are for some reason saving Jackson from a creep practically breathing down his neck in an abandoned looking street. You know, the usual stuff."

"No offense, but your usual is far from being usual on anyone's scale. Just let me know, pretty sure your dad is going to be home doing research on something tonight, and btw he bought the story I made up for you, but barely. So you're welcome."

"Thanks again, I promise as soon as I can I will explain everything. I know I keep saying that but there is a lot of shit going on right now."

"I know. Oh, pps, I'm officially a staff member for the winter formal. So Ha! Later."

She hears him groan as she hangs up the phone, grinning at the thought of being able to laugh at his attempts to flirt with Lydia, and dance like he is having a seizure. Not feeling like staying cooped up in the house she goes for a quick bike ride, heading out for fried rice and coming back, heading up to her room to catch a couple more episodes of Dragonball before realizing how dark it is outside. She pauses it and heads downstairs, at once noticing the smell of whiskey coming from the kitchen. She peeks in to see Stiles and his dad, looking over a bunch of paperwork on the table, the Sheriff nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels and Stiles reading a report. She gets in a bit closer, neither of them noticing her behind them, when she notices that it's the case from the Hale house fire she had researched, along with files about all the people who had been murdered already. She had mentioned to him something about the fire a couple of days ago, and guessed he had finally taken it to heart and looked at her notes. Stiles had a look on his face like he had figured something out, as his dad said how much he missed talking to him like that.

"Dad, I really have to make a call"

"And I miss your mom..."

Hearing that tore at her heart, so she knew it had to of hurt Stiles as well as he turns around and looks at his dad, taking away the whiskey.

"Thanks." said she sheriff, giving a sad smile.

Stiles then turns around and heads out the door, looking worried about a text he had just gotten. "Stiles, what wrong?"

"I need to go, Scott has an emergency."

"Not without me you aren't. I have covered for you enough, I am going with you this time, I think I deserve it."

"What, no you cant...come on really?" She crosses her arms and glares at him. "Fine, whatever, get in. At least I will have an alibi this time."

"You know it really says something about you that you need and alibi."

"You have no room to talk miss get drunk on the roof."

"Whatever." She grins and sticks out her tongue at him as they make the short drive. Stiles stops outside the house and talks to a worried looking Scott, who is flailing his arms wildly. They both walk fastly back to the jeep, Scott looking at her confusedly (a normal look on his face) and hops in the back, giving Stiles a direction to go and they speed off. "So, um, how come you came along?" he asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"I don't know, boredom? Curiosity about why I keep having to give his dad excuses? Just curiosity in general? I like a good adventure? Pick one."

He stares at her for a moment then turns to Stiles. "I know where they are going but we have to be quick, I think they have stopped, it's about a block from here. Let me out of the car here, when you see it you know what to do." With that he jumps out of the car and they drive off, Ashley looking at Stiles strangely.

"You know, I'm not even going to ask, I'm just going to go with whatever happens because I'm going to assume its easier than waiting for you to explain the situation. Hey, watch out for that car...and that animal, what the hell Stiles!"Ashley grips the front of the car, pain shooting through her arm from her old wreck injury, as Stiles swerves to avoid hitting an animal that runs through the road, slightly hitting a car that, unknown to her, he was going to hit anyway. They hit it just hard enough to jerk both cars a bit, though her old injury was screaming something fierce at her. Stiles jumps out of the car to talk to whoever they hit.

Who happened to be Scott's mom. Great.

"You have to be kidding me, Stiles?"

"Mrs. McCall? Wow, this is crazy, what a coincidence huh?"

"I, I do not know what happened, you guys just came out of nowhere.."

"Came out of nowhere we were parked on the side of the road Stiles!"

"Don't put too much on him Mrs. McCall" said Ashley groaning, massaging her wrist in pain. "There was an animal that ran out in front of us, he swerved to avoid hitting it."

"Yea, how crazy is that right? We should probably call the cops or something..."

"Stiles we aren't calling the cops you dope, it was just a little love smack between cars."

"Yes that wont be necessary." Said the man with Melissa, his back towards them.

"Are you sure? I think I may have whiplash or something.."

"You hit us!"

"Besides I'm pretty I hurt more than you right now, my wrist is killing me from bracing myself with my surgery wrist. And I would kind of like to know what happened to the animal that ran out..."

"Ashley, are you ok?"

"I'm sure Mrs. McCall, I'm sorry if we interrupted your date." Suddenly Ashley sees a pair of glowing eyes on the other side of the road, bright blue, peeking through a pair of pushes. She slowly makes her way over to them, hearing a soft whining coming from them, not to mention a bloody paw print on the sidewalk, quite small in size. She gets down on her knees in front of the bushes, really hoping whatever it is doesn't jump out and attack her, and slowly parts the bushes. Inside, huddling down in the middle of the bush, is a small wolf cub, bleeding on its front paw. Pitch black, with handsome silver streaks down its side and on its face, she can tell its scared and in pain. She put her hand to it slowly, not wanting to scare it, letting it smell her so it knows she isn't a threat. It growls a bit at first, but gets closer after a couple of minutes, somehow able to sense it isn't in any danger with her. She then picks it up gently, cradling it in her arms and standing up, heading back to the group.

"I think I found our culprit" she says, showing them what she found. Melissa immediately softens a bit at the sight of the small creature, though still warns her that it could be dangerous, no matter how small it is.

"Anything can be dangerous in the right circumstances" Ashley tells her, noticing her date looking at her with a curious expression on his face, something niggling at her mind that she knows who this is but never clicking. "Besides, evil isn't born, it's made. This little guys just needs some kindness shown to him, that's all." She thinks she sees a small smirk on the face of Melissa's date, but its gone when Melissa turns back to him.

"Come on Stiles, pretty sure we have ruined their date enough for the night, and I want to clean this little guy up a bit so I can take him to the vet tomorrow. Goodnight , and sorry again. Goodnight Mr..."

"Peter" he says, shaking her hand. She still can't get over the feeling she has met him before, but someone that handsome would stand out in her mind...but this is someone else's date we are talking about here, down girl!

Smiling and shaking his hand back she lets go and walks to the jeep, practically dragging Stiles by his shirt. The wolf cub stays nestled in her arms as she sits down and buckles up, her trying to keep him as warm and calm as possible. As they drive away, she asks "Was that what you came out here to do? Ruin that poor woman's date? Because that's the feeling I get, even though I'm pretty sure this guy was unexpected."

"Yes, it was." He said after a while, unusually silent.

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"Its complicated."

"I hate it when people say that, it's never actually complicated, they just don't want to explain it." then after a while "What time does the vet open tomorrow?"

He glances at her for a moment, then back at the road. "I'm not sure. I think 9, but I will text Scott to make sure, he still works there."

"Thanks."

They get home and the sheriff had finally went to bed, all the papers put away, bottle of jack back in the cabinet. Ashley says goodnight to Stiles, grabbing a first aid kit and a thick blanket from the dryer, and heads to her room with the pup. She places him on the bed, wrapped up a bit in the warm blanket to keep him calm, and gets some stuff out to clean and wrap his leg until tomorrow. The poor thing yelps a bit when she cleaned it, the antiseptic stinging a bit. It quickly calms back down though, staying still long enough for her to wrap it up and secure it. She goes downstairs quickly to get a bowl of water and a piece of deli meat for it to eat, then comes back up to it half asleep in the blanket. She sets the water and piece of meat on the floor next to the bed and strokes the pups soft fur a bit before putting on a pair of sleep shorts and a batman tank top, about ready to hit the hay herself. She sits back down on the bed next to him, letting him crawl on her lap and hunker down there, liking how fast he seemed to connect to her, how smart he seemed to be.

It wasn't til he started growling softly at the window that she noticed someone else was in the room. She starts, looking up quickly to see the beast/wolf/man from before standing there, eyes glowing red and nails sharper looking than when she was drunk. "You have a brave little protector there." it growls, as the wolf pup jumps down on the floor and stands in front of her, growling at it still.

"I suppose I do" she said warily "Can...can I help you? You aren't here to ask me if I want to be bitten again, are you? Because I'm pretty sure the answer will still be no, but thank you. I am grateful to you for putting me back in my room by the way...it would have hurt falling off the roof."

It gives what Ashley supposes was a laugh. "You're welcome, it's not every day i get to carry a lovely lady in my arms, hairy or not. And no, I won't ask you again this soon, especially as I am pretty sure if I get any closer your new friend will try to stop me, small or not. I do ask that you treat him well...wolves tend to be extremely loyal when treated right, and he will be a fierce protector..as you can already tell a bit. He will be a steadfast friend. Have you named him yet?"

"I was thinking Gwaine. One of King Arthur's most loyal and fierce knights, and considered to be quite handsome. I think he is pretty handsome already, but what do I know?"

He considers her a moment. "A good name, which I think he will live up to. Just remember what I said."

"So, did you just come here to tell me to treat him right? Because I'm very confused about whats going on now."

"Am I not allowed to want to come by and see you? We did, after all, share a very tender moment the other night.." He gets closer as he says this, bringing his nose down to her neck and breathing in her scent, seeming to sigh. She stays perfectly still, not trusting herself to move, waiting for him to finish before looking up at him.

"As fun as this is...I'm sure Stiles will hear the growling in a minute and come in here swinging his baseball bat, which I'm pretty sure would do nothing to you. So, if you don't mind, I'm tired, and have to bring him to the vet in the morning." She is pretty sure she is insane saying this too him, but he did say that he wouldn't hurt her at one point, and, as insane and beast like as he was, she believed him for some reason.

He bows his head slightly to her, breathing her in one more time and licking her neck, causing her to shudder, warmth spreading to her nether regions unexpectedly as he backs up and just jumps straight out of the window. She runs over to it to see a black streak running off.

Gwaine finally stops growling and presses up against her leg and whines, so she picks him up, closing the window and turning off the lights and crawling into bed, letting him find a comfortable spot up against her. Once she does her mind starts to drift off, wondering how in the hell she keeps getting into these situations.

That, and what on earth her nether-regions are thinking getting turned on by it, him, again. Stupid horny-making hormones. That was her last thought as she drifts off to sleep, for once having pleasant dreams.