OKAY. Sorry it took me so long to update! I have had a lot going on at uni recently but I have finished for the year now and I am hoping to update this fanfiction every Monday or Tuesday and My Doctor Who one every Thursday and my 100 one every Saturday.

I Have made a plan because I'm super flakey but I promise to try super hard to update at the very least once a week!

~01~

What the hell was wrong with me?

I had been sitting in Stiles Jeep for the last 10 minutes kicking myself. Why did I even care that Lydia was all over Stiles? I was obviously coming down with something.

This wasn't me. I wasn't the type of person that felt these kinds of things. Not anymore.

I quickly wiped under my eyes as Stiles exited the Martin house, sitting up straighter in my seat. I was getting too close. I needed to back up.

"Hey, why are you waiting out here? Are you okay?" Stiles asked giving me a concerned look.

I shrugged nonchalantly "Yeah, I've never been better."

Stiles shot me a weird look but left it alone. After he had pulled out of Lydia's driveway he turned back to me "Want to come back to mine? I found something that I want to show you and Scott."

I shifted in my seat "Actually I have a lot I have to do, can you just drop me at home?"

His face noticeably fell. "Oh, yeah, yeah okay."

The rest of the car trip to my house was filled with an awkward silence. I quickly scrambled out of the jeep once Stiles had pulled to a stop but before I could escape he stopped me. "Hey, Lux!"

I sighed, turning back to look at him "Yeah?"

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "Are you – did I do something wrong?"

I sent him a wide, fake smile "No, Stiles, you didn't do anything."

Nothing at all.

~01~

It had been days since I had spoken to Stiles or even Scott. I had spent most of the weekend with Derek. Since his run in with crazy Kate in his family home he had finally been staying with me; although he still spent way too much time in that creepy burnt down building. I don't think Stiles and Scott were really on speaking terms either though. There was an actual mountain lion attack at the parent/teacher conference and the Sheriff had been hurt, so I'm pretty sure Stiles was mad at Scott.

"Come on, we have to go to Scott's house." Derek's voice shocked me out of my reading.

I clutched my pounding heart as I turned to see him standing in the doorway "Weren't you just with him?"

"He saw the alpha. We need to go ask him about it." Before I could reply he exited the room and all I could do was follow after him. Stupid demanding werewolf.

~01~

"This is super creepy." I whispered to Derek from my spot on Scott's bed. Scott wasn't home yet and Derek, being the super creepy person that he is, made me wait in the complete dark for him.

"Shh. He's coming." Derek hushed me from the seat next to me. This was so weird.

I sighed, flopping back on the pillows as Scott entered his bedroom, moving across the room to turn the light on. When he turned around and caught sight of us he jumped 50 feet in the air. "You seriously need to stop doing that. And, Lux what the hell are you doing here?"

I shrugged "I didn't want to do the Econ homework."

Derek ignored our conversation, turning to Scott. "So what happened? Did he talk to you?"

Scott sent him an incredulous look "Yeah. We had a nice conversation about the weather. No, he didn't talk." No need to freak out.

"Well, did you get anything off of him? An impression."

Scott calmed down slightly "What do you mean?"

Derek sighed, lifting himself out of the chair "Remember your other senses are heightened. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him?"

Scott thought for a moment "Anger."

"Focused on you?" My eyes widened as I sat up from my comfy position on his pillows.

Scott shook his head "No, not - not me. But it was definitely anger. I could feel it. Especially when he drew the spiral."

Derek's eyes widened slightly "Wait, the what? What'd you just say?"

"He drew this spiral on the window of my car, in the condensation, you know?" Derek turned to me and we shared a look. Okay this was so not good. "What? You guys have this look like you know what it means."

Derek turned back to Scott as I clambered off the bed to leave. "No, it's - it's nothing."

"Wait - wait - wait - wait a second." Scott jumped in front of us to stop us from leaving. "You can't do that. You can't ask me to trust you and then just keep things to yourself."

"Don't worry about it, Scott. It doesn't mean anything." I told him.

He ignored me though, looking at Derek "You buried your sister under a spiral. What does it mean?"

Derek looked down at me "You don't wanna know." Before he exited the room.

I went to follow him but Scott stopped me. "Look, don't worry-"

"It's not that." He interrupted me. "It's about Stiles. Have you… has he said anything about me?"

"You sound like you have a crush on him." I grinned, amused before shrugged "I haven't really spoken to him since that day either. Look don't worry. It's Stiles. He'll come around."

~01~

The next day I was extremely late for school so when I entered English, just my luck, the only seat left was next to, yep you guessed it. Stiles Stilinski. I don't actually know why I was avoiding him but every time I looked at him, I just remembered the way he looked at Lydia when she fell onto his lap, and I just couldn't handle it.

I sighed, moving into the seat anyway as Scott took the one behind him. "Still not talking to me?" I heard Scott say to Stiles, but Stiles didn't budge. "Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big - You know I feel really bad about it, right?" Stiles scoffed slightly causing Scott to sigh. "Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and - That I went to Derek for help?" I coughed, shooting Scott a look to which he rolled his eyes "I went to Derek and Lux for help." I sent him a cheesy thumbs up.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." Stiles replied. Not even turning around.

"Come on, Stiles. He's trying." I spoke up.

Stiles scoffed, looking over at me. "What so you're speaking to me again?"

I rolled my eyes "Grow up, Stiles."

There was a short silence before Stiles turned back around to Scott "What did he say?"

~01~

"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asked incredulously, as we all exited the room.

Scott shrugged "Yeah."

"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me."

"Us." I corrected. "Usually us."

Scott sighed "I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

"Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?" Stiles questioned.

"You were bitten not born a werewolf. Derek was born this way. I don't think he even knows what he's gonna do." I answered, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket.

Stiles turned to Scott "Okay. When are you seeing him again?"

"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day."

Stiles rolled his eyes, putting his arm out to stop him "When?"

Scott shrugged "He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."

Stiles nodded "After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then."

I sent him a confused look "To do what?"

Stiles sent me a grin "To teach him myself."

~01~

I decided to sit with Lydia and Allison for lunch. Scott was avoiding Allison because Derek told him to, which I thought was completely stupid.

"The what of who?" Lydia asked, stabbing her fork into the unappetizing salad in front of her.

Allison had a large book in her hands while another was strewn out over the table. "The beast of Gevaudan. Listen. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it." "Okay maybe it was a good idea that I had lunch with them today. Allison's family was obviously starting to ween her into the supernatural life.

"Boring." Lydia stated causing me to smirk at her slightly.

""Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.""

"Still boring." I sang causing Lydia to give me an amused look back.

Allison raised her eyebrows, still trying to interest us. ""Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mysonichan.""

"Slipping into a coma bored." Lydia yawned.

""While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster.""

"So what does this have to do with your family again?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"This. "It is believed that la Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." His name was Argent." Okay definite werewolf crap right there.

"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia shrugged.

"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture." She flipped the book around so that we could see the drawing of a large wolf with red eyes, looming over a sea of bodies. My eyes widened. Oh my god. That looked exactly like the alpha. "What does it look like to you? Lydia? Lux?"

I looked over to Lydia to see her break out of her trance "It looks - like a big - wolf. See you in History." And with that she flounced off.

Allison turned to me but before she could speak I was pulled out of my seat. "Come on we gotta go." I heard Stiles whisper to me. I only got a chance to send Allison an apologetic look before I was pulled away. Rude.

"Where are we going?" I groaned as Stiles pulled me down the hall "And let go of me. I can walk."

Stiles rolled his eyes but let go anyway "We're going to coach's office. And maybe if you had replied to any of my texts then I wouldn't have to drag you away. What's been going on?"

I shrugged as we entered the coach's office "What are we looking for?"

Stiles ruffled through the drawers before holding up coach's phone "This. And don't change the subject. Why have you been avoiding me?"

Before I could answer the bell rang. We were going to meet Scott in our free period "We have to go meet Scott come on."

~01~

I flopped myself down on the front bleachers as Stiles threw a lacrosse bag next to me. "Okay. Now - put this on." He handed him a strap with a heart rate monitor attached.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked.

Stiles shrugged "Yeah, I borrowed it."

Scott sent him a look "Stole it."

"Temporarily misappropriated." He corrected. "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that coach's phone?"

"That, he stole." I jumped in causing Stiles to send me a glare.

"Why?" Scott asked, confused.

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?" Stiles started to explain. When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

Scott smiled, goofily. "Like the Incredible Hulk."

Stiles shrugged "Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah."

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk."

I groaned "Would you shut up and put the strap on?"

Scott grinned at me but put the strap on anyway. After he had done that Stiles led him to the middle of the field and started to tape his hands behind his back. I continued the lounge back in my seat as Scott started to complain. "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."

I rolled my eyes. "Me either, buddy. Me either."

Stiles stood up, moving away from Scott "All right. You ready?"

"No."

"Remember, don't get angry." Stiles continued, pretending he didn't hear Scott.

"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." Scott shifted slightly, causing me to grin. Oh this was going to be interesting.

Stiles started to peg lacrosse balls at Scott. I moved across the field to stand next to Stiles and watch the heart monitor. I looked up just in time to see one hit him right in the face. "Oh, man. Okay, that one - kind of hurt."

Stiles sent him a look. "Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm."

"Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face –" and with that he was hit in the face again. "Aah! Son of a bitch!"

I laughed slightly and Stiles grinned "You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."

Scott gritted his teeth "Wonder why."

"Don't get angry, Scotty." I called to him and then looked at Stiles "My turn." He shrugged and handed the lacrosse stick over to me. I lifted it slightly before launching in at Scott. I watched it fly through the air until-

It completely flew past him.

Scott started to laugh so I loaded another ball "Come on, Lux you can do better than –"

The next one hit him right in the crutch.

I turned to Stiles grinning "I think you can take it from here."

Stiles started to launch balls at Scott again. ""Stop." A hit to the chest Just– " another hit to the chest. "Can we just hold –"as Scott fell to his knees the heart rate monitor sped up. 153. 160. 164

"Scott?" He ripped through the taping on his wrists, slamming his arms on the ground. Okay. Not good. Not good.

And then suddenly it just stopped. His heart rate slowed and he looked up. "Scott you okay?" I asked, moving closer to him "You started to change."

Scott nodded "From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

Stiles and I shared a look. "So it is anger, then. Derek's right."

"I can't be around Allison." What?

"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles questioned.

Scott shook his head. "No, because she makes me weak."

I sent him a wide eyed stare "Seriously? Did you actually just say that?"

"Lux-" he tried to speak but I cut him off.

"If you actually think that then maybe you don't deserve Allison in the first place. I'll see you guys later." I then turned on my heel and made my way back to the school, but before I could get through the door I was stopped by Stiles.

"Lux! Wait up!"

I sighed, spinning on the spot "What do you want, Stiles?"

He halted looking slightly taken back. "I just – please talk to me. I'm sorry for whatever I did to stop you from calling or texting me back all weekend."

I laughed without humour. "Seriously, Stiles. How many times do I have to tell you? You didn't do anything."

"B- but you didn't talk to me all week-"

I threw my arms up in frustration "We aren't dating! We're just friends and friends don't have to talk every day without something being wrong." I sighed as he just stood there staring at me "Just give up, Stiles."

~01~

After Scott's totally chauvinistic revelation about Allison and my outburst at Stiles I quickly retreated to the girl's bathroom. It was between classes and a lot of people had seen my blow up at him, including Allison.

"Lux? Open the door. It's me, Allison." I heard her voice echo through the empty bathroom. I sighed exiting the stall to see her giving me a sad look. "What was that all about?"

I shrugged, leaning against the sinks. "Nothing. He just kept asking me why I was mad at him when I wasn't and it got annoying."

Allison rolled her eyes. "Please. I can tell just from the end of that conversation that it's more than that. He's practically in love with you and you broke his heart."

I scoffed "No, he's in love with Lydia. He was pretty much all over her when we went to check up on her."

She sent me a knowing look. "So that's what this is about. Trust me. Stiles is so head over heels for you it's ridiculous. And I know you like him too, so why did you say those things?"

"Because-" I sighed before looking back over at her. "The best way not to get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one."

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