Stiles was still panting by the time he reached the Hale house. The scene with Jackson's car kept playing through his head and it scared the hell out of him knowing that he was even capable of something like that. Ofcourse he knew that being a werewolf meant he had super everything and that he was angrier than most, but knowing it from books was far different from experiencing it. If he could stop a speeding car by simply pulling on it, how much more can he do? How much more will he do?

"Derek!" He yelled. He didn't care about his earlier notion that Derek had to trust him first before they talked again. He needed help and there was only one person who could give him that.

He wasn't sure if Derek actually lived in the Hale house, it looked abandoned and not at all fit to live in. At first he thought that maybe Derek lived in an apartment somewhere in town and only took their training here so they wouldn't wreck his much nicer house. He really wished that wasn't the case. If Derek wasn't here, he had no idea what he would do. Or who could stop him if all these emotions got the best of him again and he ended up hurting someone worse than he did Jackson.

There was a pile of freshly dug dirt by the side of his house. He could tell it was fresh not only by looking at it, but by the strong smell of something buried inside. He didn't know what it was, but the horrible stench was enough to keep his mind on the here and now.

When Derek came out and talked to him, Stiles told him everything that happened.

"This is the third time in one week that you went out of control." Derek said, "The first time it was because of the full moon, but yesterday and today? I don't understand how you keep slipping."

"I know." Stiles replied, "I'm sorry."

"I don't care how sorry you are Stiles. You don't have control which means you're a risk to our kind, especially with that family of hunters around. You have to stay out of situations that might affect your control."

Stiles frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that until you learn control, you can't play lacrosse."

Stiles' jaw dropped. He had to give up lacrosse? But he only just got to play. For once his father could sit in the stands and watch him actually play instead of sitting on the bench. This was his one chance to impress Lydia and make his dad proud. How could he give that up?

The look in Derek's eyes however let him know how serious the older werewolf was about this and he knew he was right. It was only his first official week as a werewolf and already he slipped twice. The second time he actually got someone physically hurt! If he slipped a third time, he was afraid of what he'd do. Afraid that he'd do more than just cause a car accident. And as much as he loved to play lacrosse, he loved not being a killer a lot more.

"Okay."

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Scott was feeling kind of nervous and scared and anxious. He was starting to reconsider this whole Jackson thing. Maybe there was a better way to help Stiles with whatever was going on with him. He didn't have to go to Jackson. Stiles' reaction after he told him about Jackson really bothered him. His best friend looked at him like he was a completely different person. The look on Stiles' face was enough to make Scott feel like the worse scum that ever lived.

That settles it, he was going to bail on Jackson, he can find out what Stiles' secret was on his own. He could go with his first plan and ask his mom about Stiles' symptoms without letting her know it was Stiles. He could say it was a school work or extra credit, anything to help his best friend without getting either of them in trouble or involving Jackson.

Decision made, Scott got started on a packed dinner for his mom. He couldn't really cook per se, but he could give it a shot, maybe he was a natural cook.

Twelve minutes later, the pan was in the trashcan and Scott was on his bike to the nearest diner.

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The hospital was quiet and empty save for the few nurses walking around and the odd patient or so. Scott was used to this, being a small town hospital, Beacon Memorial was hardly flooded with sick and injured people. Usually it's just people who get into the odd accident or so and patients with fever, pneumonia or some other easily treated illness. Sometime Scott would wonder if his mom's low salary was partly due to the hospital not getting a lot of patients. After thinking that, a part of him would wish that the hospital get more patients, maybe that would get his mom paid more.

This was a thought that Scott McCall would regret in the days to come.

"Hey Scott." A blonde nurse at the nurse's station greeted Scott as soon as she saw him

"Hey Emily." Scott smiled. Emily was a young nurse who started working at the hospital about six months after his mom did so it was kind of up to his mom to show Emily around and tell her how things were done. He would never tell anyone this but back when he was younger and Emily would babysit him, he had just the tiniest crush on the blonde.

"Is my mom here?"

"No Honey," The nurse replied, "She's with a patient. It's a VIP so she might take a while."

Scott was disappointed he couldn't see his mom and ask her about Stiles' symptoms but he was used to this. Times like these were just further proof of how good his mom was at her job.

"Oh, could you just tell her I stopped by and give her her dinner. You can help yourself to the extra cheese burger there if you want."

Emily laughed and accepted the bag, "Always a treat when you visit Scott. Is there anything else I could help you with?"

Scott thought for a minute and said, "Actually, how much do you know about —"

The sound of ambulance sirens interrupted Scott. They were on the first floor near the emergency room so Scott could hear the sirens loud and clear.

"What's that?" He asked

"Probably an accident or something." Emily frowned, "That's what we usually get. Though I don't know why everyone's panicking."

"Terence!" The blonde called the attention of a nurse coming from the ER, "What's going on?"

"Car accident, some kid out on a joy ride who hit the brakes too soon while going too fast. The big deal is that it's the Whitmore boy and he denies everything."

Emily and Terence started talking about their opinions on the Whitmore boy while Scott just stared at the ER door. It seemed as if fate really wanted him to talk to Jackson because here he was only a few feet from the other boy in a situation where he couldn't hurt Scott as retaliation for him reneging on their deal.

Quietly he slipped away from the preoccupied nurses and, abandoning his mother's golden rule when visiting the hospital, slipped into the emergency room.

There were two other patients in the ER other than Jackson who was getting treated by a doctor.

"I already told you it wasn't my fault!" Screamed Jackson, "The car malfunctioned and stopped suddenly."

Scott watched the doctor treat Jackson, he wondered what happened to him. Ever since Jackson got his precious Lamborghini, he never missed a chance to show it off and how great he was. There was even a rumour going around (probably spread by Jackson himself) that he was a street racer. Even without that rumour, he found it impossible that Jackson would get into a car accident in a straight road with no traffic.

Once the doctor was done with Jackson, Scott took a deep breath and prepared to piss off one of the biggest hot heads he's ever met.


AN: I am so sorry for being gone like a month. My grandfather died a few weeks ago and he was laid to rest a couple of days after my last update. My family all came home for him and I haven't been able to write since.

Anyways, enough about the sad stuff. Scott does tell Jackson that he's done with their deal but I won't be putting in their conversation 'til later. The next updates might come in a little slow because I have some catching up to do, but don't worry I'm not done with this fic. I've got big plans for all of this going up to the last season.