Today (November 14th in case you're not reading it today) is my birthday. So because I've got presents today, I figured I'd give you guys one too!
When Scott and Stiles got back to Scott's house to rest, Melissa was getting ready to leave for work. They were making her work the day shift, which she kind of hated.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"Yeah. Jackson's second time and Stiles still did better," Scott told her.
"You may want to phrase that better, honey. It sounds like you just got back from a giant werewolf orgy."
"What? Eww, no, mom no. That is definitely not happening." Stiles just snickered behind him. "Eww, how do you even know what an orgy is?"
"I'm not that old, Scott. I know what those kind of things are."
"Holy crap, are you saying you've been in one?" Scott gagged.
"I'm not responding to that. I'm glad everything is good with you guys though," Melissa said. "I'm heading in to work. There's stuff in the fridge and make sure you get some rest."
When they got to Scott's room they collapsed over the bed.
"So, what did Allison say last night that was so funny?" Stiles asked sleepily.
"Oh, I sent her this picture," Scott said holding out his phone.
"Did I really look that freaking pitiful?"
"Yeah, but wait until you see what Lydia said." He changed messages and showed Stiles.
"Lydia said I was cute and Jackson wasn't because he was too sulky?"
"According to Allison," Scott said.
"First she shoves me on her bed, then she says my eyes are sexy, now I'm cute? Is this a dream?"
"No, its not. But don't get too excited over it. She's pretty in love with Jackson."
"Unfortunately," Stiles muttered.
They fell asleep and were woke up a several hours later when Isaac climbed through the window.
"What time is it?" Stiles slurred.
"A little after noon," Isaac said. "I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to do something cause I'm bored."
"Do you ever sleep, dude?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, but very little. Its just something I've grown used to. I don't need a lot of sleep. It was kind of hard to sleep while locked in a freezer all night." He spoke the last sentence quietly.
"Damn. I didn't mean to remind you of that, Isaac, I'm sorry," Scott said.
"Its alright. Its in the past. My life is way better now. I don't have to deal with that and I actually have friends now."
"Alright, what do you want to do?" Stiles asked. "You choose. Maybe it'll cheer you up.
"Ice skating. Boyd can get us in like he did for you guys that time. Its closed on Sundays so it'll be us. We can invite the others too."
"Maybe I can get Lydia to skate with me again," Stiles said. "It'll piss Jackson off nicely."
"Call them and ask," Scott said. "I'll call Boyd and get us the keys or see if he wants to come."
Boyd was going to bring them the keys. He and Erica were going to skip the invite because they didn't like ice skating. There was no chance of Derek coming. They all laughed at the idea of him ice skating anyway. Jackson didn't want to come, but Lydia dragged him along. Allison accepted right away.
The only three people that did not bust their ass at least once were Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. Scott kept falling just like when he, Allison, Stiles, and Lydia went skating. Jackson fell once almost bringing Lydia down with him. She managed to let go of his hand in time and skate away. Isaac fell a few times, but no where near as many times as Scott.
"I think you're finally getting the hang of it, Scott!" Allison said as she passed him. He fell on his face immediately afterward.
Lydia was twirling like a ballerina and Stiles couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Jackson saw him and came over to him.
"Keep your eyes off of my girlfriend, Stiles," he said.
"Its a free country, I can look where ever I want, Jackson," Stiles responded.
Before Jackson could respond, Scott accidentally crashed into him causing him to fly into Stiles.
"Damn it, McCall, you klutz. Watch where you're going next time."
"My bad," Scott said getting to his feet.
"Get the hell off of me Jackson," Stiles said loudly. He purposely stayed on top of Stiles to piss him off. "I said GET OFF!" He yelled the last part.
Lydia and Allison jumped and backed away. Stiles shoved Jackson off, hard. He flew a few feet away. Stiles got to his feet glaring.
"Damn you Jackson!" Scott yelled. "You started this on purpose. Now he's going to-" he was cut of by Stiles punching Jackson in the face. He was going to say 'he's going to piss you off now.'
Jackson's eyes flashed and he started wolfing out.
"No where near as rewarding as the last time I punched Jackson," Stiles admitted as Jackson clawed at him but Stiles jumped back, turning in the process.
"Girls, get off the ice," Isaac said. "This is going to get ugly, you know how Jackson is when he's pissed. Should we stop them, Scott?"
"Um, not yet.," Scott said. The girls had gone to the safety beyond the plexiglass wall. "I love seeing Jackson get his ass kicked."
Stiles kicked Jackson and impaled the ice skate in his stomach. Blood gushed over the ice turning it crimson. Jackson snarled and grabbed Stiles around the throat. Stiles kneed him in the balls causing him to howl. Apparently that is painful to werewolves too.
They kept going at it. A few minutes later everyone was getting bored of watching. Jackson slammed Stiles into the ice. That's when Isaac and Scott decided to step in. Stiles barely had a shirt left and he had a gash on his arm that was taking a little while longer to heal because it was deep. Jackson's jeans were torn completely down one leg, his scrapes and cuts already healing.
Isaac took Stiles and threw him into the plexiglass wall. The part of the wall that was in front of the girls, they screamed as Stiles' slammed into it and fell to the ice. Scott grabbed Jackson around the neck and bent him over kneeing him in the stomach before slamming him to the ice. They both returned to normal after the abuse.
"Sorry," Stiles said, rubbing his head.
"Not your fault," Isaac said helping him up. "Jackson provoked you by staying on top of you. Its his fault."
"Apologise, Jackson. You started it," Scott said.
"No. You started it McCall. Your clumsy ass caused me to fall on him in the first place. You need to apologise."
"Uh, I did. Now its your turn." Scott glared at him.
"Fine then! Stiles, I'm sorry."
"Say 'I, Jackson Whittemore, am a weredouche' and I'll accept your apology."
Jackson growled and forced himself to say, "I, Jackson Whittemore, am a... weredouche. What ever the hell that is."
"Its a douchebag werewolf," Stiles said brightly at his creativity.
"There really are no limits to your wit," Jackson said sarcastically.
"Leave the sarcasm to be, asshole," Stiles growled.
"Thank God that's over," Lydia said as she and Allison made their way to the guys.
"More like thank God this place doesn't have cameras. That'd be a disaster," Allison said.
"For the record, Isaac, there was no need to slam me into the glass," Stiles said. "I was fully in control. I could've turned back to normal at anytime, it was Jackson that needed to be stopped. He provoked me into provoking him."
"Sorry, but we couldn't be sure of that. It had gone on for too long. Fights are fun to watch for a few minutes, if they reach a certain point, it gets old," Isaac told him.
"Which is why we stepped in. It started getting boring, though who would've guessed Stiles could fight like that. The only time I ever saw him get violent on his own was the night the alpha trapped us in the school and Stiles punched Jackson in the face," Scott said.
"Good times," Stiles sighed. "So, Lydia, care you skate with me?"
She looked at Jackson and saw the outraged look on his face before saying, "Sure." She took his hand and he led her away. "You barely have a shirt left, you know, and you're covered in blood."
"Its alright. Its all healed, and I'm definitely not cold in here. Are you complaining? I mean I know I don't have a body like the others, but its not like I have another shirt to put on."
"Calm down, its fine," Lydia said. They glanced at Jackson who was just standing there glaring. Scott and Isaac were both holding one of Allison's hands in an attempt to not fall. For Scott, falling was inevitable, but Isaac was still having trouble even though he only fell a few times.
"Aww, does Jackson want to come skate with us and hold Lydia's other hand?" Stiles asked him. Lydia stifled a laugh at the rage on Jackson's face.
"Screw you, Stiles," he said before stalking off the ice and sitting down to take off the ice skates.
"No thanks dude, not really into that. If I was, you wouldn't be my type."
"I'm everybody's type!" Jackson snarled. Stiles just scoffed.
"Keep telling yourself that, bro."
When Stiles got home with his ripped up, bloody shirt, his dad freaked and started questioning him.
"Stiles, what the hell happened? You barely have a shirt left and you're covered in blood."
"Oh, I just ripped it on something. See, I'm fine, see no bruises or cuts or anything, but the shirt wasn't so lucky. Shame too, I loved this shirt," he sighed. He knew his lie sucked, but he didn't know what else to say.
"I want to know what happened, right now," his dad demanded.
"Alright, Jackson and I got into a fight and he walked away not looking too great."
"Jackson Whittemore? Are you saying you fought him and won? You're not even hurt. How? Are you saying that's his blood on you?"
"Yes, yes, don't know, and yes?"
"If he presses charges, you're paying for it."
"He won't. He knows he was in the wrong."
I loved the episode Ice Pick in season 2 so I had to have another fight on the ice. I'm pretty shit at fight scenes, so I hope it came out okay.
