It was a couple of nights after the ordeal at the school. Allison had broken up with Scott right after he had done his best to protect them. "What are we doing out here Stiles?" Scott asked.
"Wait a minute and you will see", Stiles informed him. "My mom will freak out if she finds out we were out here", Scott replied. "Look your mom isn't the sheriff, so it's no comparison. But anyway the reason we are out here is because when your best friend gets dumped-"
"I didn't get dumped. We are just on a break", Scott snapped.
"Okay when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they are taking a break, you get your best friend drunk", Stiles finished pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels. They had been out in the forest for about twenty minutes and they were finally starting to talk about the topic that really mattered.
"Look Scott don't worry there are more fish in the sea", Stiles muttered. "It doesn't matter Stiles if there are more girls out there. I only have eyes for Allison and I am going to get her back", Scott retorted. "Well, what about looking at the other girls? Like I wanna find one with strawberry blond hair, green eyes"
"You mean like Lydia?" Scott asked. "Yeah", Stiles answered. "How did you know who I was talking about?"
"Dude you have had a crush on her since the third grade", Scott replied. "Maybe it's time you moved on."
"You know what I think maybe I already might have a little. I noticed I like someone else and they are completely different to Lydia in like everyway", Stiles whispered. Before they could say anything more they were interrupted.
"Would you look at that. Two little bitches getting their drink on", a big guy grunted snatching the bottle of the floor and raising it to his mouth. "Give us the bottle back", Scott growled. The guy and his friend chuckled at him. Scott repeated his order while starting to shift, his eyes beginning to glow. The guy handed him the bottle back and Scott dashed it at a tree. Stiles led him away before anything more could happen or before Scott could shift any further into his wolfy self.
Scott and Stiles made their way back to Stiles' jeep and hopped in. "Wait a minute Stiles you can't drive you have had too much to drink", Scott told him. "So have you", pointed out Stiles. "Yeah but I don't feel it."
"Well I am not drunk either. Maybe your wolf metabolism means you can't get drunk, huh?" Stiles mused.
"What about you? How comes you aren't drunk?" Scott asked. Stiles glanced at the floor as he spoke. Uncomfortable with the question he just muttered, "Maybe you should see if you can smell the alcohol on me. I don't know why I'm not drunk." Scott didn't understand it but he could sense that Stiles was lying to him. He couldn't hear it in his friends heartbeat but he still knew it somehow. Scott sniffed his friend as suggested and discovered he was right. It was as if the alcohol had burned up instantly as Stiles drank it.
First day back at school after it was closed for those couple of days and they had an economics exam. Stiles thought to himself that his life sucked so badly. He was sitting outside the principal's office waiting to speak with his dad who he could hear inside with others. The men inside emerged and Stiles stood up. "Just give us a minute", he heard his dad tell his colleagues.
"What is it Stiles?" his dad asked him. "Don't you have a test to be getting to?"
"Yeah I do. But promise me you will be careful tonight", Stiles looked solemnly at his dad.
"You know I will be careful. I'm always careful", his dad replied seriously. "Yeah it's just you have never dealt with anything like this before", Stiles informed him. "I know I haven't", his dad replied. "That is why I brought in people who have."
"Dad I don't think even they know how to deal with this", Stiles whispered. "Are you telling me this is something you know stranger?" his dad asked in a knowing voice. Stiles smiled at the way his dad phrased the question and nodded. His dad sighed, "Okay just promise me you will keep safe too. I worry about you even though I know you can protect yourself. Just do me a favour? Keep the information to yourself. I think knowing too much would make my job harder."
Stiles was still one of the first to arrive for his economics exam even after his little detour. Scott came and in and tried to talk to Allison but Mr Harris put a stop to that calling, "Everyone to your seats please." Everyone moved to their seat and Harris began his mini lecture as usual before a test.
"Right everyone you have forty five minutes now to complete the test. You can earn twenty five percent of your grade right now by putting your name on the front. But as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to do so and I will once again be left wondering why I ever became a teacher. Okay begin!"
Everyone opened their test booklets and began the usual fidgeting that came from the nerves of taking a test. Stiles was used to hearing the noises and started to block them out. He noticed that Scott who sat in front of him was finding it more difficult to focus with the noises around him. After a moment he began to focus and looked at his test. A few minutes later Scott rushed from the room with his bag. "Mr McCall", Harris called after him. Stiles jumped up and followed him out of the room. "Mr Stilinski". Stiles moved down the hall way and found Scott's bag. Pulling out his phone he rang Scott's new number so he could locate his friend. He followed the sound of the ringing to the locker rooms.
Stiles entered the room carefully, unsure what had happened to his friend. He heard the running water of the showers and slowly peered around the corner to see what was happening. "Scott, you okay man? What's happening? Are you changing?"
"No", Scott panted. "I can't. I can't breathe." Stiles suddenly realised what was happening and begun unzipping his best friend's bag. He went straight to the pocket he knew Scott kept his inhaler in. Holding it out to Scott he said, "Here use this." Scott looked at him confused. "Just do it", Stiles told him. Stiles rarely led him wrong so Scott did as he was told and relaxed as he felt air rush once more into his waiting lungs. "I was having an asthma attack?" Scott asked incredulously.
"No man, you were having a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack stopped the panic attack. Irony! Any way it's all due to the placebo effect", Stiles stopped as Scott's expression changed to confusion. It was the same look Scott wore whenever Stiles started talking about something too complicated for him to understand. "How did you know how to do that?" asked Scott after a moment.
"Um, well you see I sort of suffered with them for a while after my mom died", Stiles admitted. "Not fun are they? Do you know what caused it? The trigger as they are called by medical personnel."
"I just looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer", Scott breathed. "Yeah that's heartbreak. There are about two billion songs written about it."
"I just can't stop thinking about her", Scott breathed. "Well how about you think about the fact that her dad is a werewolf hunter and you are a werewolf. You know it was bound to become an issue sometime", Stiles snorted. "That wasn't helpful. I mean dude you got dumped and it is meant to suck."
"No it isn't like that. It was like I could feel everyone else's emotions", Scott paused and took a couple of deep breaths. "Must be the full moon", Stiles muttered unsure. "Anyways tonight we will lock you up in your room so that way the alpha, who is your boss can't get to you."
"I think we need to do more than lock me in my room", Scott admitted. "Why? You think you might get caught by hunters?"
"No because I am worried if I get out I might kill someone", Scott said. His voice ringing with a certainty he rarely felt.
"Due to the recent pink eye epidemic, thank you Greenburg, I have been forced to move a few players up to first line. So the following players have made it to first line on a probationary basis. Emphasis on the word probationary. Rodriguez, welcome to first line. Taylor. And ahh, oh for the love of crap I can't read my own writing. Is that an 'S'? No that's not an 'S', that's a 'B'. That is definitely a 'B'. Rodriguez, Taylor and Bilinski. Stiles jumped up 'woop'ing.
"Bilinski", coach called. "Yes coach", answered Stiles. "Shut up, Bilinski."
"Yes coach", Stiles answered slightly calmer. "Alright from here on out, immediately we are switching to co captains. Congratulations McCall."
"What?" exclaimed Jackson. "Look Jackson, nothing is being taken away here this is simply me taking your unit and McCall's unit and making them one big unit. McCall it's you and Jackson now. Enough. Everyone else arses on the field. Arses on the field!" coach yelled.
They made their way out of the room towards the field. "Aren't you freaking out, Scott? Come on I'm first line and you are captain", Stiles thrilled.
"Who cares?" asked Scott. "It is just a stupid title. Besides I could practically smell the jealousy in there." Stiles stopped open mouthed in shock. It had taken him a couple of years to be able to smell emotions of the people around him Scott had been a werewolf for just a couple of months and he already he was getting good with his senses. "So can you smell anything else besides jealousy? Like, I don't know, maybe desire?"
"Desire?" mused Scott. "Yeah desire like, passion, arousal, sexual desire", Stiles confessed. Stiles had tried before but got very mixed emotions, maybe he had been trying too hard or maybe his personal feelings got in the way. He needed someone outside his head to find out for him.
"You mean sexual desire from Lydia to you?" Scott said again smiling with amusement. "Yeah, alright. From Lydia to me", Stiles admitted. "I need to know if I have a chance with this girl. I've been obsessing over her since the third grade. And now I have these feelings for someone else. I just need to know if I ever stood a chance with her. So would you just go over there and ask her?"
"Why don't you just go ask her yourself?" Scott demanded. "Cos I wanna save myself the crushing humiliation if she turns me down", Stiles whispered.
Stiles let himself into the McCall residence and paused as he heard Melissa call, "Scott?"
"Stiles", he answered as she walked around the corner. "I let myself in."
"Key?" she questioned pointing at the one in his hand. "Yeah, hope you don't mind but I had one made. Scott has one for my house too", he told her.
"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me", she sighed. Stiles dropped his bag to the floor as she spoke. "What is that?" she asked as it thudded to the ground.
"Ah, that. That is our um, our school project", Stiles stumbled over his words. Shaking her head she asked him the question she desperately needed an answer to, "Stiles, he is alright isn't he?"
"Who? Scott? Yeah he is fine he has just had a bit of a rough week", Stiles mumbled again.
"It's just he doesn't talk to me anymore, not like he used to. Yeah but I get that he has had a rough week. So you will both be careful tonight won't you? It's a full moon tonight", Melissa warned.
"What?" exclaimed Stiles in surprise. Only werewolves and those in the know usually paid attention to such things. "There is a full moon tonight", Melissa repeated. "You should see how the ER gets. It brings out all the whack jobs. You know that is how they came up with the word lunatic."
Melissa left after that as Stiles stood there in silence for a moment. He headed up to Scott's room and almost had a heart attack when he turned on the lights to find a scary looking Scott sitting in the dark. "Oh god Scott", Stiles cried as his pulse began to slow down again. "Your mom said you weren't home yet."
"I came in through the window", Scott told him in a monotone voice. "Okay" Stiles answered. He could tell something was up with Scott. "Let's get this set up. Wait until you see what I bought."
"I'm fine. I'm just going to lock the door and go to bed early tonight", Scott said again in that monotone voice that didn't belong to him.
"Are you sure about that? Cos you have this searial killer look in your eyes at the moment. And I am hoping it is the full moon causing it", Stiles muttered. "I'm fine. You should go now", was Scott's reply.
"Okay so I will go then. Would you just look in the bag though and see what I bought? Maybe you use it, maybe you don't." Scott slowly got up and moved over to the bag. "Did you really think I would let you put these on me? Let you chain me up like a dog?" Scott growled.
"No, not really", Stiles answered slowly. Quick as a flash he handcuffed Scott to the radiator and backed away.
"What the hell are you doing?" screamed Scott. "Making sure you don't hurt anyone. And giving you some payback for making out with Lydia", Stiles sniffed as he felt his eyes tear up slightly at his best friends betrayal. "Yeah that's right I know you lied and I know you made out with Lydia in coach's office."
A few minutes later Stiles returned from downstairs with a bottle of water and a bowl marked 'Scott'. "I bought you some water", Stiles smirked as he poured the water in the bowl and placed it down near his crappy friend. He turned his back to go sit in the hallway. Suddenly he felt the bowl hit the small of his back as Scott shouted, "I'm gonna kill you!"
"You kissed her Scott! You kissed Lydia! That's like the one girl I have ever really liked. You know for the last three hours I have been thinking that it was the full moon. You know he probably doesn't even know what he is doing. That tomorrow you would wake up totally normal and not even remember what a dumb arse he has been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend he has been", Stiles rushed out.
"She kissed me Stiles", Scott smirked at him. "And that wasn't all she did. She had her hands all over me. She would have done anything. Anything, do you get that?" he roared. Stiles left the room to sit outside and calm down.
Stiles sat outside the room for what felt like hours listening to Scott's psycho babble. He tried every trick in the book to get Stiles to come and let him out. Stiles heard when he lost hope because he started to tug against the handcuffs until the next idea crept into his head. He blamed the full moon, he blamed his behaviour on the break up he had with Allison. Suddenly he heard Scott let out a roar and covered his ears. After a moment there was silence.
"Scott?" Stiles called. "Scott?" Opening the door he saw the broken handcuffs in pieces on the floor. "Oh crap", Stiles breathed pulling out his phone.
Hey, Derek. Scott got loose and he has this serial killer look. Can you find him before he does something he regrets, please? Stiles.
He rushed out the room and down the stairs to his jeep. His only thought was of finding his friend.
Half an hour later Stiles received a text back from Derek. He opened it so he could read it.
Found him. He is home now but I think we need to talk. I might have made things worse. I'll be at yours. Derek
Stiles didn't see the Camero parked nearby as he walked up to his house, so he was surprised to see Derek standing waiting outside the front door for him. Stiles nodded a welcome to him before unlocking the door and walking in to switch some lights on. "So Derek what did you do?" he asked immediately.
Derek just glared at him. Stiles just stared right back at him. He could see Derek was grinding his teeth. "Scott asked about a cure for the bite. I told him there was a theoretical one and he believed me. The truth is there is no cure."
"So you told him there was why?" Stiles asked.
"He said he couldn't handle it anymore, being a werewolf. I had to give him something to hope for. But I think you could help him even more", Derek growled. "Me help him more? How?"
"Tell him about your secrets. Show him. If he sees his best friend copes with the supernatural maybe he will find the support he needs. It's werewolf life or death for him."
"Ahh man, I really didn't want to do this. Not until he accepted he was a werewolf but maybe you're right. If I can help him accept it then I guess it would be worth it", Stiles babbled. "Just give me a few days. I'll tell him and then we can all talk about where to go from there."
