Here's Scott being evil still. But this time its not just Scott though, its most of the pack. The idea for this chapter was great in my head, but for some reason it was difficult for it to be that good after I wrote it. I hope its not too bad.

Besides his daily training sessions with Scott, things were quiet for about a week. Until one day when Stiles was walking down the hall and Lydia pulled him into an empty classroom.

"Uh, hi?" Stiles said uncertainly.

"Hey," she said before giving him a hug.

"Um, you're scent is invigorating," he spluttered randomly.

"Thanks, its a perfume from France, my mom got it for me," she said pleasantly as she pulled away. "You're probably wondering why I pulled you in here."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"I wanted a favour. You have that super hearing and I know you'll do anything for me. Could you use it to spy on Jackson and find out what he wants for his birthday? I have no idea what to get him this year."

"S-sure," he said. "I can do that."

"Thank you, Stiles. You're a great person."

They stood there looking at one another for what felt like an eternity. Mostly because Stiles didn't know what to say next. Suddenly Lydia slammed her lips against his. Next thing Stiles knew, he had turned them around and was pressing Lydia into the classroom door, still kissing her hard. He felt Lydia's hands wander up his back under his shirt, her nails gently scraping his skin. Finally they broke apart.

"What the hell was that? Not that I'm complaining because I've wanted to do that for like ever, but Jackson. He'd kill me!"

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that. Its my fault. Our secret, right? He can't kill you if he doesn't know."

"Definitely," he said before slipping from the room before her and going to lunch.

He sat down between Isaac and Scott. Danny was a newer addition to their table. Lydia showed up a few seconds later and sat between Jackson and Allison.

"Lydia, you're lipstick is a bit smudged up," Allison said giving her a strange look.

"Is it?" Lydia asked faking surprise and reaching into her purse for a mirror and her lipstick.

"You smell like," Jackson started before sniffing her deeply, "Stiles."

"Stiles smells like Lydia," Scott said. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Lydia said.

"You're lying," Jackson told her glaring.

"Um, how do you know they smell like someone else?" Danny asked confused. Everyone looked at him and ignored the question.

"Alright, I'll tell you," Stiles blurted out. "Lydia pulled me into the corner in the hall asking me to do her a favour. Someone pushed me into her. That's why we smell like one another. Happy?"

"Not really, no," Jackson said. Everyone at the table had stopped eating and was staring at the Jackson, Stiles, and Lydia. "So, let's have it Lydia. What really happened between you two?"

She gulped and glanced around the table. "Alright, damn, we made out."

Everyone spluttered and choked. Stiles' eyes almost popped out. Isaac had taken a bite of his sandwich, inhaled it and started choking. Danny spit his Gatorade all over the table. Scott was looking between Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson. Allison dropped her bag of chips in shock. Erica just sat there looking very amused and Boyd looked as though he wasn't listening, but it was obvious he was.

"WHAT?" Jackson shouted. The whole cafeteria went silent and looked at their table. When nothing else happened, they resumed what they were doing. "What?" Jackson said quietly.

"I'm joking," she said rolling her eyes before adding, "My lipstick was only smeared because I bit my lip. I just gave Stiles a hug. Is that all right?" She was so ridiculously good at lying that it was kind of unnerving. Her excuse for the lipstick sucked, but everyone bought it.

"No, its not. Look here, Stilinski, stay away from Lydia. I don't want your foul stench on her."

Jackson picked up his plastic fork and stabbed Stiles' forearm with it. One of the plastic tips broke off in his skin. Stiles pulled it out and as it started healing the plastic piece popped out.

"Damn, dude. I'm sorry. It was just a hug," he lied easily. "Its a free country, I'm allowed to hug someone if they hug me."

"Just. Shut. Up," Jackson said through gritted teeth. He had his hands flat on the table and his claws were coming out. His eyes flashed too.

"Wow, man," Danny said. "I never noticed your nails before. I think you need a manicure. Those things are terrible to look at. Not my kind of thing, but I'm sure Lydia will take you."

"Jackson," Isaac warned. "Calm down, man, not here. Too many people."

He breathed deeply and his claws retracted slowly. He glared at Stiles.

"Look, I'll let you fight me if you think it'll fix this," Stiles said. He wasn't scared of Jackson. He'd never really be scared of him, but he might've been scared to fight him before being bitten. "I mean, that's what guys do right? I'm sure I've seen that on tv somewhere. But who fights over hugs?"

"I'm kicking your ass. After school. Derek is gone for the afternoon so we do it at his place," Jackson said before getting up and storming away.

"Well, I'm putting my money on Stiles to win," Erica said brightly.

Everyone just glared at her.

"So, Stiles is fighting Jackson after school," Allison spoke up. "Sounds fun."

Danny just sat there looking completely and utterly confused. No one paid him any attention.

After school, they made their way outside to their cars. And drove to the abandoned depot place that Derek called his home, for some unknown reason. All of them completely oblivious to being followed... by Danny. They drove all the way into the lot and made their way inside. Danny parked on the street and secretly made his way in the back way to spy.

"I've already lost two of my favourite shirts this month, I'm not losing another. Especially to Jackson," Stiles said. He, uncomfortably, took off his shirt and handed it to Allison to hold. Jackson followed his lead and gave his to Lydia. "Still don't know why we're fighting."

"Go Stiles!" Erica cheered.

"I'll let you make the first move," Stiles said.

Jackson rolled his eyes before walking forward and considered Stiles for a moment. His fist collided with Stiles' face with an audible crack. Stiles just staggered at the force, but was completely unphased. Stiles' claws shot out and he went forth and sliced Jackson from the middle of his chest down to his stomach. He wasn't really trying because he felt bad about what happened, even though it wasn't his fault and Jackson really didn't know.

Jackson growled at Stiles. Jackson kicked him in the gut, when he doubled over, Jackson's foot collided with his face. He felt his nose break and blood flowed down his face. When he stood up straight again, he headbutted Jackson in the face, breaking his nose as well.. Jackson came at him, dug his claws on one hand into Stiles' stomach and the claws on the other hand into Stiles back before leading him to a train car and slamming him face first into it.

Stiles latched his mouth onto Jackson's arm and bit down hard. It caused Jackson to growl again before kicking Stiles again.

At this point the other's stopped watching.

"This was a great plan," Isaac said quietly. "Though I'm sure we could've come up with a better set up."

"Definitely, but it worked didn't it?" Scott said. "Stiles' training is definitely showing."

Allison noticed Lydia looking really tense. "What's up, Lydia?"

"I just feel really guilty."

"Why? This was planned."

"No, I," she paused and looked at Jackson before pulling out her phone and texting Allison, 'I kissed Stiles.. Well, made out with him.'

Allison typed back, 'What? How did that happen?'

'Don't know. It was just an urge. I think I'm just attracted to werewolves.'

'Well you did make out with Scott that time with no objections.'

'Exactly, I'll have to do some research.'

When Jackson threw Stiles into a wall triggering a loud gasp from behind them. Scott walked back and found Danny hiding.

"Danny, what the hell are you doing here? Did you follow us?"

"Yeah, sorry," he said guiltily. "I just wanted to see what was going on. You all were acting strange at lunch and everything."

A loud howl of pain and Stiles shouting, "stop!" made everyone look around.

"Sorry," Jackson yelled. "Sorry! I got carried away." He was strangely seriously apologetic.

"Dude, what the hell? You weren't supposed to murder him!" Isaac shouted. "That wasn't part of the plan!"

"Stiles?" Scott said. He was covered in blood, but most of his wounds had healed.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. "What plan?"

"Oh, uh, we set everything up for you to get practise fighting. You won't put enough effort in when fighting me and I know you wouldn't with the others. Jackson offered since you feel about the same toward each other," Scott admitted.

"So this was a set up!?" he growled. "So I don't have to spy on Jackson for Lydia?"

"No, Stiles," Lydia said. "I always know what to get Jackson for his birthday."

"Good," Stiles said. "Ow."

"What's wrong?" Allison asked crouching down.

His breath was slightly ragged, but he said, "Broken rib. Or maybe ribs."

"Should I call an ambulance?" Danny asked.

"NO!" everyone shouted.

"Broken bones take longer to heal, Stiles," Scott told him. "You'll be fine in a few hours probably."

"Um, it takes weeks for broken bones to heal," Danny said.

"Danny, look, I know you're confused and you have no idea what the hell is going on, but trust me, he'll be fine in a few hours."

"How?"

"Danny," Allison said. "Look at them. Don't you notice something off? Stiles was in the middle of a fight, do you see any injuries? No he's just bloody."

"Medical condition that causes him to heal fast?" Danny asked uncertainly.

"Danny, everyone in this building, besides me and Lydia, is a werewolf."

"And you can't tell anyone," Scott said. "Not that they'd believe you anyway."

"Okaay?" Danny said confused. "I'm torn between running away in terror and staying to hear more."

"What do you want to hear?" Allison asked him.

"How did this happen?"

"Oh, I was bit before school started last fall. Then it was Jackson, but he ended up as a serial killer lizard controlled by that lunatic Matt before he finally became a werewolf almost two months ago. Isaac, Erica, and Boyd were bit while Jackson was the lizard. Then Stiles got freaked out over something and asked for it because we were driving him crazy protecting him," Scott explained.

"So you can bite someone?"

"No. Only Derek Hale can. He's the alpha."

"You mean the guy that was accused of murder?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Stiles said. They had almost forgotten about him. "Otherwise known as my cousin Miguel."

"What!? Stiles, you had a criminal in your room that day?"

"Yeah, and I knew he wasn't a criminal. That was before we knew him very well and we made a mistake."

"And my family hunts werewolves, but I refuse to hurt my friends," Allison said.

"What about Lydia then?" Danny asked. Lydia was just standing there silently.

"She was bitten by Derek's uncle before Derek became the alpha. He was the one that bit me. She's immune," Scott told him.

"This is a lot to take in," Danny said awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, but you're taking it better than my mom. She freaked when she found out and didn't talk to me for like a week. I felt pretty awful."

"Who all knows this?" Danny asked.

"Just me, my dad, Scott's boss, and Scott's mom," Allison told him. "You can't tell anyone."

"Right. I'm not being locked up for being crazy!"

"Anyway, I'm going to get Stiles home," Scott said. "Isaac?"

"I'll help you."

"Oh, and Danny. This is all we're comfortable telling you. There's an alpha pack out there and they are dangerous. They tried to get Stiles, that's why he asked to be bitten. We don't want you caught up in this because you could get hurt," Scott told him.

"Alright," Danny said. "I appreciate you telling me though. And thanks for trying to keep me safe."

"Well, it might be a risk now since he knows something," Allison said. "Maybe I could train him like I did with Lydia. That way you can protect yourself if they come after you. We can make it girl time.. I didn't mean it like that, sorry."

Danny laughed at her. "Its fine. And sure we can have some 'girl time' and you can teach me some stuff. It sounds interesting."

"Jackson, you got a little carried away during lunch. There wasn't any need to stab Stiles," Isaac told him.

"I know. Smelling him on Lydia caused me to get a little too pissed off."

Stiles was still healing, so Scott carried him to the jeep with Isaac opening the door. All three of them got in and headed to Stiles' house. Their hearts skipped a beat when they saw the sheriff's cruiser in the driveway.

"Damn, he was supposed to be at work," Stiles mumbled.

"Its fine. The blood is dried, so Isaac help him get his shirt on so the sheriff doesn't see the blood all over him. Clean your face off with... this," Scott said fishing around in his bag and pulling out a blue shirt.

"Ow," Stiles said when Isaac helped him into his shirt. "Broken rib here you know. Though its not hurting as much so I think its almost fine."

"Good. Now pretend to be asleep or out cold or something. I'll make something up when we get you in the house."

Scott carried an 'asleep' Stiles up on the porch and Isaac opened the door. When they came in the sheriff called from the kitchen, "Stiles?"

"Kind of," Scott said not knowing how to respond.

The sheriff came into the hall and took in the sight of Scott carrying Stiles with Isaac right behind him.

"Alright what happened? First he comes home with a ripped up shirt claiming to be in a fight with Jackson Whittemore. There wasn't a scratch on him. Now he's knocked out. You know, I don't even know if I want to know."

"Oh, he just hit his head, sir," Isaac said. "Not hard enough to do anything but knock him out."

"I see. That doesn't actually surprise me. I'm trying to find my cell phone. I got to work before realising I didn't have it."

"I'll help you look," Isaac offered. "Scott'll take Stiles upstairs."

Scott got Stiles up to his room and onto the bed. "You alright?"

"Yeah. I think its almost completely finished healing. Its still really sore though."

"Good. I'm not going anywhere until I make sure you're completely fine. Don't want anyone to come in and attack you when you're still sore."

Isaac came in five minutes later. "I found his phone in the couch. Then I thought he'd never leave. He was determined to stay and take care of you, but I told him he was the sheriff and he had a job to do and we'd take care of you."

"Sorry about this Stiles, it seemed like a great plan. Lydia came up with it actually."

"So she was supposed to kiss me?"

"What?" asked Scott and Isaac at the same time.

"Oops, nevermind."

"She kissed you?" Scott asked.

"Yes, is it really that shocking she wouldn't want a piece of this?" Stiles said and the other two rolled their eyes. "Don't tell Jackson, he will really kill me this time."

"This is what I get for biting teenagers," a voice said behind them. Derek had come in the window. "Well, except Scott. That wasn't my fault."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked him.

"I mean the fact that you get caught up in all this high school drama and almost reveal yourself. Then the fact that we have another human we have to watch out for because you told that Danny boy. We just got rid of worrying about protecting Stiles and it was down to Lydia and Allison, now you added another one."

"Firstly, there was no drama, it was a set up for Stiles to get fighting practice. Secondly, what else were we supposed to do? He followed us to your place, Derek," Isaac said. "We didn't know."

"Fine, but next time keep your little training ideas private before the entire damn school finds out or something okay?"

"No one else will find out, Sourwolf," Stiles said.

"I thought I told you to never call me that again," Derek growled.

"Actually you told me to not call you 'Captain Sourwolf,'" Stiles said. When Derek's eyes turned red and his expression was murderous, Stiles continued, "but when have I ever listened?"

"You're worse than Scott and I bit you," Derek said. "Let me make myself clear," he said approaching the bed and shoving Scott and Isaac out of the way. He grabbed Stiles by the collar of his shirt and yanked him up. "If I ever hear you call me any of those names again, I will rip you apart and it'll take you longer to heal and you'll be in pain for days."

"Derek, Jackson broke his ribs," Scott yelled. "Don't you think manhandling him will make it worse?"

"He's almost healed and he'll heal again," Derek said. "Last warning."

Stiles gulped and said, "Okay. Sorry, but I'm a very sarcastic person, you can't change that."

"I can't but you can," Derek said before jumping out the window. "And I want to talk with this Danny kid."

The next day, they took Danny to meet Derek officially. He was in the middle of his workout when they got there and Danny was basically drooling.

"He's so hot," Danny whispered.

"Danny, he's a werewolf, he could hear you whisper that from a mile away," Stiles told him.

"You mean he heard that?" Danny said looking embarrassed.

"Yes, I did. But thank you anyway," Derek said smiling. Everyone was creeped out by the smile because Derek rarely smiled. "I wanted to explain a few things to you."

"Oh they already told me about the alpha pack and the hunters and I'm not going to tell anyone, I swear," Danny said sounding flustered.

"Good. Now, the alpha pack, we're not sure why they're here. They're dangerous and by being around us now, they're bound to know and that makes you a target. They came after Stiles because he was an important member of the pack, even as a human."

"I heard a little about that and why he wanted to be bit."

Derek gave him a summarised version of the events leading up to Stiles wanting the bite.

"And its something none of us ever thought he'd do," Scott said.

"Exactly," Derek said. "I was reluctant but I understood what he meant and he was pretty demanding."

"Is that why he went off on Harris twice?"

"Yeah," Stiles said. "I was having problems controlling it. Actually the second day I had it out with him, I ended up turning in the locker room and it took Scott, Isaac, Jackson and Boyd to stop me."

"Interesting," Danny said. "Well, I'd better go. I have to meet Allison and Lydia, Allison is very keen on this 'girl time.' Though I've never heard of girl time involving archery and guns."

"What?" asked Derek.

"Oh, Allison wants to show me some basics about hunting and everything. Just because I accidentally got mixed up in this, she wants me to be able to defend myself in case those lunatics come after me next. I'm not normally violent, but when you're life is at risk, its helpful to learn some tricks."

"Derek is the only one of us Allison won't have anything do to with," Jackson told Danny.

"He bit her mom by accident," Scott said. "She tried to kill me and he saved me."

"Maybe you should apologise to her," Stiles told Derek.

"I didn't do anything wrong. It was a mistake, its technically Gerard's fault. He's the one that forced her to kill herself, I know it. She could've just been a wolf on the Argent's side, but no, they're psychotic."

"Yeah, a werewolf in the werewolf hunting family, that makes perfect sense," Stiles said sarcastically.

Derek slammed Stiles' head into the wall. "Maybe you'll learn to keep your mouth shut."

"I doubt it," Stiles mumbled rubbing his forehead.

Stiles is still just as insubordinate as ever and he will forever remain so. He might recognise Derek as the alpha, but he's still very difficult. That will not change.