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Stiles the Bunny

10 – Pass the Stiles

The TV is on, showing some documentary that Peter's supposedly watching, the rest of the Pack are all acting weirdly around each other. They've been coming together for the full moon to keep the unanchored werewolves under control but they normally separate after breakfast, being together for this length of time has to be strange to them.

I'm too busy having my belly rubbed, and belly rubs are now in my top three things to have every day, they are totally awesome.

Jackson's hand is gentle and finds all the right spots to make me grind my teeth. When I lazily open an eye to look up at him that arrogance is gone from his face and he's almost vulnerable.

Scott's phone starts ringing and he answers it, "Mom," he listens and then says, "Sure I'll come out and get you," he hangs up and says, "Mom's here, I go and see her in," and then he's gone.

Reluctantly I roll over and stretch out with a yawn, I'm normally much more energetic than this, and I idly wonder if this is another change brought on by my rabbit-hood.

It's not long until Scott and Mrs McCall walk in the door and I bounce over the laps of the werewolves to greet her, my little bunny tail wiggling like crazy, she stops in her tracks to stare at me as I sit up on my back legs and make the begging move I used on Peter earlier.

"Stiles?" She asks and I nod to her, I move closer and beg again. "Oh Stiles," she bends down to scoop me up in her arms, she automatically pets me and I snuggle in and nuzzle her. "Oh sweetie, we've been so worried…"

Scott brings her up to speed quickly, he trips over some of the things but he gets the gist of it across, and Mrs McCall gives him a stunned look, "Stiles is supposed to be pure and innocent?" I've been called many things but this is the first time I've ever been called that.

"Yes," Scott reaches out and ruffles my fur, "He really is."

And that's when Lydia calls Jackson, he goes to fetch her, doggie joke intended, as I get to sit on Mrs McCall's lap on the sofa. I'm fairly sure I'm supposed to be excited about Lydia being here, but that part of me isn't working, so I'm not interested, oh Lydia is still smart and I like that, but I don't feel that pull towards her, I'm happy being cuddled and petted here.

The door opens and Lydia Martin, all round awesome siren of my human life floats in on a cloud, or that's what I would have thought as a human, now I'm a bunny I only feel the same type of pull towards her as I do to Jackson and the other werewolves.

I think I'm sensing their need for cuddles and stuff, at the moment I'm simply not physically attracted to Lydia in the slightest. That's upsetting because it's suggesting that I'm mostly physically attracted to her, but I've spent years worshipping her intelligence, her smarts add that something to her that made her irresistible to me.

Made.

Past tense.

Damn it.

It's also not helping that she's staring at me with even less enthusiasm to be in my company than usual. She really doesn't like rabbits. I don't know all the particulars but it was a bad experience as a kid, she can handle toy rabbits but not the real thing.

Not that I'm a real rabbit, but hey, this is my life.

"Stiles?" The strawberry blonde goddess sounds very startled and is almost hiding behind Jackson. I wonder if her dislike of rabbits has turned into an actual phobia, in which case me staying here is the best option. An option that includes cuddles with Mrs McCall.

Though I do sit up and turn to look at Lydia, I nod to answer her question and scratch my ear with my back leg, still awesome, that's never getting old. Then I flop back down and stretch out to enjoy being stroked by Scott's mom.

"Why is Stiles a rabbit?" Lydia is almost horrified by this and she gets the story from everyone, except Derek and Peter. Derek is brooding and silent, while I think Peter is still sulking.

As she's Lydia she thinks over everything and the plan to get me back in one piece and sniffs, "Well it's adequate I suppose," Peter glares at her and she smiles sweetly at him with a 'fuck off and die' glint in her eye.

Taking off her coat she sits down, far away from me and drags Jackson down next to her, he sighs heavily and gives me a longing look, and I know I'm going to miss him and his awesome belly rubs.

"Mom," Scott sidles up to his mother, "Can I have Stiles? He's been on your lap a long time."

Mrs McCall's hands cradle me and for a moment I think she's going to say no, "If you want to Scott, but be careful with him," and then I'm passed to Scott who cuddles me and ruffles my fur as his mom hovers and 'helps' him take care of me.

From the way the other Betas, including Peter, lean forward I can see a recurring theme of pass the Stiles staring up, and sure enough Erika kicks off until Derek makes Scott pass me over, and then around and around I go.

Erika snuggles me like I'm a teddy bear, Isaac is tender and buries his face in my fur, Boyd acts like he's worried I'll break if he uses any pressure, Peter presses kisses on my face and I nuzzle him in return, Derek is Derek but his hands cling to me a little as I'm passed to Jackson who helps me lay on my back for the awesome belly rub.

And then it's Lydia's turn, I point a paw to me and then to her lap and she shakes her head. I make as an exaggerated shrug as I can and then I hop off of Jackson's lap and go for some hay.

Going back to Mrs McCall I let them start the game all over again and bask in their cuddles. Though I'm surprised they don't all get bored, it can't be that interesting to watch me being petted and fussed over, they're barely speaking to each other though Scott and Isaac are chatting happily about lacrosse which drags Jackson in for a while.

Even though I'm enjoying the attention I'm glad when the front desk call through and ask Peter to register me. It gives me the excuse to escape from the apartment and hop along the corridor beside Peter.

Registering means I stand in front of a coloured screen of paper and the nice security man takes a photo of me, I behave and then I can't help posing for him, though Peter glares at me so I hop over and sit on his foot.

"He's an intelligent one isn't he," the guard is saying and adds my photo and the name 'Storm' to the list of registered pets.

"In some ways, yes, in others, no," Peter says and I roll my eyes at his little dig.

It really doesn't take long and I hop back to the apartment, where Scott picks me up to cuddle moments after I walk through the door, and then it's back to them bickering over who gets to cuddle me and in what order.

Clearing his throat Peter asks, "Well I guess that means you're all staying for dinner, we don't have enough food," which is a blatant lie as he bought meat from the butchers last night when I hit his ankles thinking he was Derek, "Should I order take out?"

And suddenly Lydia and Jackson have to leave, while Scott's mom is making him go home too. Erika and Boyd are reluctant but also stand up and the big cuddle-athon is over.

As she's leaving Lydia bends down and holds her hand out to me, I go as still as I possibly can so she can stroke my fur, "Stiles, you're so soft," and there's a touch of wonder in her face. "Call me when you're human again, and yes I know you have my number even if you've never called it, and I never gave it to you," I innocently look away and pretend I didn't sneak the new number out of Allison's phone one day.

I'm hugged goodbye by everyone else and I wave a paw at them as Peter practically slams the door in their faces, then he goes to the freezer and pulls out some steaks for them to eat for dinner.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.