Stiles doesn't know how it's come to this. Really. He'd given Scott a few rules to follow while learning to control his wolf from the Hales.

1) Don't piss off the Alpha. You may not be in her pack, but you're in her territory and that means; her house, her rules. She will beat you into submission if she has to.

2) Try not to get frustrated. If you get frustrated, you lose control and you can't afford that now.

3) Don't piss off the Alpha. Seriously, Scott. She will rip you a new one and Melissa gave her permission.

4) Don't reveal anything about Stiles' past. Well, that one was more for Stiles' benefit than Scott's but hey.

5) DON'T PISS OFF THE ALPHA. HOW HARD WAS THAT TO GET?!

But here he was, three weeks later, on a Saturday – which he's been spending trying to get Scott under control in his own way – in the Hale family driveway watching Talia yell at Scott. Stiles, personally, is sitting on the hood of his Jeep watching the train wreck happen and eating Red Vines.

"I don't understand why I can't go out with Stiles! I don't shift at school, I don't shift in public, and I don't lose control! We always hang out on Saturdays so why is it suddenly a problem?"

"Because you are not ready for this! Scott, I know you think you're infallible, but you aren't."

"That's not a reason!"

"I'm the Alpha! How's that for a reason?" Talia snaps, her eyes flashing red.

"You may be AN alpha, but you're not MY Alpha!"

"I took you in! I am teaching you everything you'll need, but none of it will work if you don't listen to me when I give you orders, Scott!"

"I've learned more from Stiles in the two weekends we've spent together than I have from you in three weeks!" Scott yells, frustrated.

Because Stiles couldn't have been lucky and had Scott be immune like Lydia had been. No, no, that's asking for too much. Unlucky in every universe, apparently.

And really, that's unfair to Talia. Stiles has been talking technical Werewolf jargon to Scott for five years now, he's simply putting it all into practice now that Scott's been turned.

Talia turns to glare at Stiles, who puts his hands up in surrender, "Don't bring me into this!" He chews on the end of his Red Vine, "He has a point though."

"You've been teaching him how to control his wolf? You? A Fay?"

"What does my race have to do with this?" Stiles asks, offended.

"You're not a werewolf! That's the point."

"Maybe it's because he knows Scott." Laura calls from the porch where most of Talia's children are watching the argument. Stiles' still hasn't met the fourth sibling, though.

Talia turns around and growls in warning, making Laura duck her head, "Just saying."

"She's got a point mom." Derek is the one to come to Laura's defense.

"You taught us so well because you know us inside and out. Maybe Stiles would be a better teacher or at least a good teaching aid."

Talia seems to still be boiling, but reluctantly takes the statement into consideration, "Perhaps they have a point. Still, you can't go out tonight, Scott, it's a full moon. You have to stay here where we can keep you in and away from people."

"She does have a point, Scott." Stiles chimes in.

Claudia, who has been listening from the door way, calls out, "So you both compromise. Stiles teaches Scott what he can and defers to you for anything he doesn't know. Scott stays here on full moons. Does that work for everyone?"

"I…I guess." Scott backs down and makes his way over to Stiles and sits on the ground in front of Stiles' feet with his back resting against the front of the Jeep.

"That's fine by me." Talia admits, looking as if compromise is difficult for her. Maybe it is, Stiles doesn't know much about Alpha's.

"On one condition. You need an actual werewolf present. At all times when you're training. Do you boys understand?"

"I agree. I wouldn't feel comfortable if it was just the two of you."

"What's the worst that cou-" Stiles hits Scott with his foot.

"Dude, you never say that, it always gets worse when you say that."

"Fine. It's okay with me."

"Same here." Stiles wiggles a Red Vine in front of Scott's face, which the shaggy haired werewolf immediately grabs.

He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Scott's constant nuzzling while he was growing up the second time. The little touches that Werewolves seemed to crave all the time. He leans his elbows on his knees and runs his hands through Scott's mop of hair much like he would a dog.

"Who's going to volunteer?" Talia looks at her children.

Laura just starts laughing, Cora turns a funny shade of crimson, and Derek looks like he swallowed a bug.

"I'm sure the twins would be willing." Derek shifts, uncomfortable, and turns to push Laura's foot out of his back.

"Oh, Derek, how nice of you to volunteer!" Claudia smiles before turning and making her way back into the house.

"Wha – I didn't! Mom!" Derek turns to his mother, looking scandalized.

"Thanks, Derek. You should make sure they're well fed by the time you come home, as well." Talia makes her way passed her children and inside.

"What!? Wha – mom, no. Come on, that's not fair!"

"It's settled, boys."

"And what if I had plans?"

Laura, who'd recently gotten her laughing fit under control, starts laughing again.

"I could have had plans!" Derek defends, looking offended beyond belief.

"I highly doubt it!" Cora teases, quickly darting out of Derek's hitting range.

Laura's laughing so hard now that her laughter is silent and her hands are imitating a seal.

"Shut up, Laura! Like you have any room to talk! The only social life you have is your job and no one even likes you there!" Derek defends, sounding childish.

"I – I do, t-too!" Laura breathes out, crying in her laughter.

"And that's not why I'm laughing so hard, Der-Bear."

"Don't call me that!" Derek growls and tackles Laura, who squeals and tries to wiggle away from Derek's tickling fingers.

"Derek! St-Stop! P-please!" Laura laughs, but Derek just sits on her to keep her in place.

Talia rolls her eyes and looks at Stiles and Scott; who is almost comatose from his petting, "You boys are staying for dinner I take it?"

"Sure, I guess. I mean, I've got nowhere to be. Scott will have to call Melissa, though."

Talia walks up the porch, steps over her children, and goes inside.

Stiles' focus is drawn when he hears Derek scream – not unlike terror – and the brunet looks up to find that Cora has tackled him off of Laura and the two girls are now getting revenge.