Stiles hands were sweaty as he buried them in the carpet. He crawled forward, peaking his head around a table, his eyes locking on Dustin and Natalie. Dinner, apparently, was in a restaurant that was in one of the other buildings. It was completely run by students, Stiles had learned, and was a popular date place.

Stiles let his eyes narrow. Natalie had one hand placed on Dustin's shoulder, playfully shoving him as she giggled. Dustin, who was turned away from Stiles, was moving his hands around.

Stiles did his best impression of Scott's growl.

"What are you doing?" Came a voice behind him, causing him to jump and slam his head into the table. He let out a whine before turning around and coming face to face with Jamie. She was kneeling next to him, a small smile on her face, looking at him fondly, like a mother would look at her child.

"Looking for my... contacts?" He said, looking back at the ground.

"You don't wear contacts," Jamie said, cocking her head to the side. Stiles snorted.

"You don't know that."

Jamie rolled her eyes and moved closer to him. "I know what you're doing," She told him, and Stiles rolled his eyes because there was no way she- "You're trying to get Alec and Dustin together," -Huh, okay, maybe she did know.

"Is it that obvious?" Stiles asked, looking over his shoulder at where Natalie was now glaring at her dinner.

"Um, yeah," Jamie said, giving him a pitied look. "Asking them what they're favorite color is? Come on, Stiles. You seem like a smart guy. You have to do better than that."

"I'm a little off my game," Stiles admitted. He had had another panic attack, this time waking up at one, and his lack of sleep, along with the miles away from his pack, were taking a toll on him.

"Its understandable. A new place, a bunch of strange people, and classes on top of that, it's enough to make anybody, even the best of us, a little slow. Now I've known Alec since we were five. I know him better than he knows himself, and I've been choking on the sexual tension between him and Dustin since Dustin got here. Alec may cry and whine, but him and Dustin belong together, so I'm going to help you." Stiles stared at her. Ever since he had met Jamie, she had only supplied a few words here and there. He didn't even know she could say so much.

"We have a problem. A problem that's in the shape of a twenty-something girl with dark hair and a bad attitude. Alec said that Natalie was Dustin's girlfriend," Stiles told her, and then turned around to stare at her. She was attractive, Stiles could give her that. Not Lydia gorgeous, but pretty.

"I don't think they're together," Jamie said, and it was Stiles' turn to give her that 'Where have you been?' look. "Just go with me on this. They haven't kissed or held hands or even hugged since they got here. Now either they have a no PDA rule, and I mean no PDA at all, or they're not together. I'll admit that they're close, but I can't see them being in a relationship." Stiles turned back in time to see Natalie give Dustin the darkest look he's ever seen.

"What do you know about them?" Stiles asked, not taking his eyes off the pair.

"Not much," Jamie said, "They got here a week before you. Natalie is possibly the scariest person to walk this planet and Dustin is a pretty cool dude." Stiles nodded. "Why are on the floor, though?"

"I tried to get Alec and Dustin to talk to each other, but that was kind of a fail, so I decided to try this from a different angle. I'm trying to figure out a way to get Natalie out of the picture." Jamie hummed behind him.

"Natalie is not the problem. It's these two idiotic boys. It's already obvious that Alec and Dustin have the hots for each other, but now we need to get one of them to admit it. Like, how about we get one of them jealous?" Jamie asked. Stiles turned around completely, staring at her.

"How do we do that?"

"What would you say to being Alec's date to the school dance?" Jamie asked, a smile tugging its way onto her face. Stiles grinned back.

"There's a school dance?" Stiles asked as he turned back to Dustin and Natalie. "How are we going to ensure that Dustin will be there? Dances don't seem like his and Natalie's thing." But when he turned back around, Jamie was gone, leaving him to wonder what the girl was up to.

And what was she anyways?


Jamie and Alec were in the dorm room when Stiles finally picked himself off the ground and left. Alec had refused to talk to Stiles after Dustin had left yesterday, but once Stiles' panic attack had awoken him in the morning, Alec warmed up to him again.

There was something about Alec that Stiles found comforting.

"Go ahead," Jamie whispered harshly once Stiles entered. Stiles blinked at her for a few moments before realizing she wasn't talking to him. Alec was sitting on his bed, biting his lip.

"Um... Stiles? I was wondering if you would want to go to the school dance with me?," Alec said, watching Stiles closely. Stiles smiled while Jamie nodded her head up and down.

"Sure, dude, but as friends, right?" Stiles asked. Alec looked up at him and nodded while Jamie face palmed behind him. "So this school throws dances? Isn't that sort of... high school?"

"Well, as you can imagine, this isn't exactly a typical college. Dances are sort of the schools way of throwing MBs and hunters together." Alec shrugged, and Jamie glared at Stiles. He took a few steps back, suddenly fearing Jamie. She looked evil when she glared, her eyes flashing a deep yellow. Alec sensed that something was wrong and turned. "Jamie, stop doing that," He said.

"I'm sorry," She said, blinking, her cheeks flooding pink. "Some times I sort of lose control."

"Okay," Stiles said, licking his lips.


The night air was cold as it hit Derek's shirtless body. The moon was high above, but it wasn't full. The light that fluttered down from it was a bright yellow, guiding the young alpha through the woods. This was what Derek did when the world became too much.

Lydia and Jackson had left yesterday, giving Derek worried looks before climbing into their sports car and driving off to Yale or Princeton or whatever Ivy school they attended. On normal days, if Derek ever forgot, Stiles would shun him for not knowing and then tell him. Stiles always knew the right answer.

Derek growled, the noise shaking the leave off the trees.

Erica and Boyd left shortly after Jackson and Lydia. Erica had a family thing, and Boyd had followed her. They had promised to stay, "until we find Stiles," they had said, but Derek told them to leave. He promised to call if he found out anything new.

Scott was still there, at his and Stiles' house, while Isaac was out looking and Allison was at home, dealing with hunter business. Peter, being Peter, was off being creepy.

Derek had needed to leave, to get out of there, because everything smelled like Stiles and his wolf was whining and crying. It was no wonder Peter had problems, he had to deal with this pain for nine years. Derek could barely handle a couple days of it.

Derek closed his eyes, begging his mind to stop thinking about Stiles. He breathed in and out, his eyes still shut, his legs still moving when he hit something, falling over.

Derek grunted and looked back, coming face to face with Sam's cold, dead body. He growled, his body shifting, looking into the darkness for a threat, but after sniffing, he realized Sam had been here a while.

Derek changed back, crouching down and pushing Sam over. The grass and leaves and dirt was drenched in his blood, and Derek frowned, looking around.

The moon light bounced off something, and Derek walked towards it, his breath catching when he realized it was a phone.

Stiles' phone.

A/N: Okay, so here's another chapter, I am so sorry for making you wait so long. You'll probably have to wait a longer for the next one, too. I'm sorry. This originally wasn't suppose to happen so fast, but I figured why don't we do something with the Derek side of this story, so here ya go.