"Slow down dude, I think I just saw a deer," Scott said as Stiles drove down another country road. It made him nervous to take a back way again after what happened, but he really didn't want to go down the road he and his father had taken before. Stiles slowed down, easing up on the gas as he looked to the side of the road.

"You're pretty quiet," He observed after awhile, and Scott glanced towards him with a shrug.

"Just saw my best friend almost making out with a guy, I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it."

"Look, we weren't almost 'making out'," Stiles argued as he sped up a little after he was sure they were past the deer area. "The guy is just...I don't know. Look, I still have a crush on Lydia Martin, and I'm not sure getting into a relationship with this guy will make those feelings go away."

His friend gave him a questioning glance. "Still? I thought you got over her in fifth grade," Scott commented, looking out the window. "Well, she's with Jackson, and has been for a really damn long time."

"I know," Stiles said, glaring at the road. "Don't remind me. Jackson doesn't deserve her."

"I mean, do you find him cute? I don't know, he just..." Scott paused. "...I'd miss...boobs."

"I don't really care about the physical parts of people Scott, though...yeah, boobs are nice," He pursed his lips as he slowed to make a turn on red. "I don't know, I just want someone who gets me. And yeah, this guy is really hot, but he's also a huge douchebag. I don't know if there's anything there right now besides my contempt for the situation honestly." He frowned. Inside, he could feel the uncertainty building even though he was trying to be straightforward about how he felt. It occurred to him he hadn't told Scott anything about the Hales, and he slowly looked over at Scott. Scott caught the odd glance Stiles was giving him.

"What? What, do I have crumbs on my face?" Stiles waved his comment off, and shook his head.

"No, it's just..." Stiles began, voice wavering for a moment. What if the Hales didn't want Scott to know? Was he safe to talk to? What if Scott got pulled into this mess, and it was Stiles' fault? The longer he waited to continue, Scott grew more suspicious of what Stiles was hiding.

"Yeah?" Scott prodding slightly as Stiles bit his lower lip.

"Well, they're...something," Stiles said cautiously, and Scott looked confused.

"Who's what?"

"The Hales, Scott...they're like...werewolves."

"...wait, what?" Scott asked right after, not sure he heard Stiles correctly.

"Werewolves. Like Halloween, full moon, furry creatures of the night werewolves."

Scott was quiet for a moment before he leaned over and whispered in a hushed tone, "Stiles, are you doing weed?"

"No! Scott, I'm serious." He slowed down, driving slowly in the parking lot by the hospital. "I'm serious. They're werewolves. All of them, apparently. I saw Luna do it, and the old lady and his mother turned into actual wolves. It's real."

"Really?" Scott repeated, dazed. "...that's awesome."

"Really?" Stiles questioned as he parked, looking at Scott curiously. "You really think that's cool?"

"Yeah, I mean, if werewolves are real, then that means-"

"No, Scott. Don't you dare say it."

"It totally means fairies are almost real, dude. I'm that close. Tinkerbell is hot, Stiles, I don't get why you can't see that." Scott grinned as he pushed Stiles playfully, unbuckling his seat belt. Stiles slid his hands down his face, groaning.

"I can't believe you said that. I feel crazy. Are you just making fun of me?"

"Dude, no, I believe you. But if they're werewolves, maybe we should get some silver bullets or something." He opened the door a crack, then looked back at Stiles. "You look kind of sad about that, but dude, if you're serious...shouldn't you protect yourself? You don't know what they're capable of."

"I know, you're right...but the baby," He said, looking down at his arm. The scar was still there where she bit into his arm. Rubbing it sentimentally, he glanced at Scott, who watched him.

"...did the baby bite you? Dude, what is that? You didn't have that yesterday."

"Well, yeah..." Stiles said, shrugging. "She's a baby though." Scott grabbed Stiles' arm, letting go of the door. It stayed ajar. As he looked at Stiles' arm, and put his finger over the wound, he gave Stiles a baffled look.

"What happened?"

"She bit me and his grandmother like, healed it, but I guess not all the way."

"Healed it?" Before, Scott had been a little less worried. Now however, his face expressed clear concern over what was going on with his friend. "Dude. Okay, before we get your dad you have to tell me you're going to stay away from the Hales. I mean, I thought they were protecting you from the weirder shit like cannibals but if the kid is biting you..."

"Scott, you don't get it," He said as he tugged his arm away, "The Walcotts were wendigos. And the kid was a kid, she might be a werewolf but she didn't understand what would happen. She actually cried more than I did after she bit me. And the healing thing, well, I don't get it either but I'm not dead. Look, I'm in too deep, I already tried getting out and you saw how that went."

"Stiles, if you tell your dad that you're friends with werewolves and the Walcotts were wendigos, you're going to end up in Eichen house." Scott lowered his voice. "I'm not going to let that happen, dude. We need to figure this out and get things back to normal. I mean, look at this scar, you can tell something human bit you!" He started taking off his jacket, and then shoved it at Stiles. "Here, wear it."

"Scott,"

"No, dude, you're my best friend. You're not ending up at Eichen house, I don't care if they put me there too. I'm going to help you with this. From now on, you tell me everything, and I'll hang out with you and the Hales."

"So I guess you're against me dating Derek, then," Stiles said idly, and Scott gave him a far from amused look. "Sorry," Stiles apologized as they both climbed out of the jeep and he put on Scott's jacket. "I thought it would be funny, but it was a lot funnier in my head."