Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long and isn't very long, I've been so busy, I haven't had like any time.
Naomi had come every day of that week, she didn't stay with him because apparently she had a things against tents, and dirt. She was there, she brought him some animal blood from the butcher. His face was currently shifted, because under her instructions he hadn't had anything to eat for two day. He kept trying to force his face back, but the blood was so enticing. It shouldn't be so enticing, but now it was there in front of him, it was all he could think about. Even if animal blood was no where near human blood. If he wasn't so hungry he would have thought about that more. All he though about at the moment was the blood in front of him and how much he wanted it.
"Focus Stiles." Naomi said.
"I am focusing." he said irritably. Nothing was happening his fangs were still there, he wanted the blood, even if he wanted it less then if he could hear it's beating heart, he still wanted it.
"Focus Stiles..focus on the fact that there's no beating heart." Stiles tried to focus on that but the smell the smell...it made him so hungry.
"Focus on the fact that's it's cold and not warm." he didn't care he just wanted to drink it. He closed his eyes and fought through the memories of hurting the teenagers down to a place where he could calm himself to breath deeply in and out to concentrate on his breath. It the same place he went when he had had his panic attacks. A place that he could be at peace with his inner self. He let out a small laugh at that thought and noticed his fangs recede. He opened his eyes and saw Naomi smiling at him.
"Good Job Stiles." he smiled had done it he had really done it, by himself this time.
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They had just finished with the training portion of the day and they were talking on the logs in front of the fire like they sometimes did before Naomi headed off to the City and it's nice motel rooms. A question occurred to Stiles.
"So if you have so much control why did you bite me in the first place?" Naomi didn't answer for a long moment and just starred into the fire.
"Pleasant Grove is kind of a small town." she finally said softly.
"I noticed." Naomi looked at him.
"So small that there's only one butchers shop there, everything else is driven in on tucks. I never really thought how that might be a problem until the butcher was sick, so he couldn't come into work for days. My human boyfriend at the time wanted to throw a party and I had agreed to it before my butcher had gotten sick and then there you were." Stiles picked some grass out of the ground and stared at it and slowly started shredding it with his fingers.
"Why did you pick me?" she looked at him guiltily.
"Honestly because you were so drunk, I didn't' think you would even notice the missing memories."
"There had to have been other drunk people at the party." he pointed out.
"There were, but you smelled different, which I know now is because you routinely hang out with werewolves, but weren't one yourself and it had been a few days so their scents had wore off a little." Stiles nodded. So he had gotten bitten because he hung out with werewolves. Part of him was hoping that she would say he was the most attractive guy in the room or the suavest, even though he knew he had been very drunk so he wasn't really suave.
"Naomi?" he spoke softly.
"Yes." she answered. Stiles paused for a long moment before asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.
"Do you think I'll ever be able to go back? And live with humans again. And interact with werewolves." Stiles asked. Naomi smiled.
"You and your death wish." her smiled faded away. "Human wise I think with some practice and time we can get you back to your family if that's what you want to do." Stiles frowned.
"Of course that's what I want to do. Why is there any other option?" it took a few moments to answer.
"There might be." Stiles frowned.
"Like what?" he couldn't think of any other options other then go home or stay here.
"When the time comes when you can control it...there might be another option."
There was a long pause as Naomi didn't say anything and Stiles tried to figure out what she meant. Stiles picked up another clump of grass and started shredding that one as well, he eventually just blurted out.
"I'm getting used to this nocturnal thing, of course I was already starting to get used to it with the pack's stuff, but that was more becoming used to not sleeping more then 6 hours a night. Sun now equals bed and night now equals being up." Stiles realized he was rambling and cut himself off.
"I'm unused to nocturnal hours." Stiles dropped the few remaining blades of grass he hadn't managed to shred yet and said surprised.
"What?"
"Huh?" he asked confused. How could she have any other hours.
"I'll show you tomorrow." she said with a mischievous smile. She got up and started walking away and Stiles watched her go.
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