Season 1: Episode 1: Wolf Moon

A Chat Between Father and Son

The dog barking, the light in his face, and Scott calling out his name, it almost made Stiles piss his pants. But then he heard his dad's voice, which was a bit of a good and bad thing. At least the cops wouldn't think he was a suspect or anything or haul him in. But when he heard his dad call him a "delinquent", he knew he was going to get a lecture. "So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?" It was almost as if his dad didn't know him. They'd had this conversation many times, ever since he was just a little kid. But that didn't mean he was going to change his habits.

"No, not the boring ones." Stiles was hoping to keep this conversation focused on him, not his friend out there hopefully hiding if he knew what was good for him.

But of course his dad had other plans. "Now, where's your usual partner in crime?"

There was no way Stiles was going to give up Scott. Just because he was going to get a lecture from the sheriff didn't mean Scott needed one, and an extra lecture from Melissa.

Time to play dumb. "Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back to school tomorrow." It wasn't a complete lie. Scott did say that, he did want a good night's sleep for school tomorrow. And that's what made lies convincing, when they were half true. Stiles could do this. He's got this. Scott doesn't have to get caught. It wouldn't be like the last time they got involved with one of the sheriff's cases. "It's just me. In the woods. Alone." Maybe that was a little far, but he couldn't really stop his mouth at this point.

And of course the sheriff doesn't believe him. "Scott, you out there?" But did he really think Scott would just come walking out? God, Stiles hoped Scott wasn't that stupid. Please just stay hidden Scott, you don't need to get into trouble I don't need lying on top of my offense. "Scott?" Oh what a good friend! "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I," Stiles could feel himself cringe as his dad grabbed him by the back of his shirt. "Are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He'd been caught fair and square. But Scott hadn't been caught.

"Come on dad, you know I have to look out for you." Stiles tried to keep up with his dad's pace through the woods with little light. How was his dad standing up right through all of this? Why didn't he inherit his dad's grace? "I'm just looking out for you when…"

"Yeah, and if I used that excuse to go through your computer…"

"Oh god, Dad, no!" Stiles flailed a bit but his dad's hold on the back of his shirt kept him from falling. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Stiles wasn't really sorry. "But there's not a whole lot to do in Beacon Hills, what do you expect me to do?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe go to bed early for school tomorrow like a normal responsible kid, like Scott is doing tonight." That one stung a bit. "He is at home going to bed early for school, right?" The sheriff took an extra hard look at his son. He didn't want his boys running around in the woods at night when there's a murder, half a dead body, and god knows what else going on. Breaking into an evidence room is one thing, but this is seriously dangerous.

Stiles kept his face straight. "Yeah, of course he is. I said he was, right? Don't you trust me?" He saw his jeep finally. He was hopefully going to get out of this without too much damage done between him and his dad. But he also suddenly worried about his friend he left alone in the woods.

"I trust you until you give me a reason not to." Stilinski's grip on his son lessened as they approached the car. "And listening in on my phone calls, especially my work phone calls, is not a great way to earn my trust Stiles. I'm the dad, I'm the one who's supposed to be listening in on the phone calls and checking in on what you're doing. I'm the one who's supposed to take care of you, look out for you. Okay? So just…"

Stiles pulled out his keys and took a step away from his dad's hold, silencing his dad. "I thought we were supposed to take care of each other now. You know, because it's just the two of us." He hesitantly looked up."

The sheriff sighed. "You're right kid." He said after a minute, putting a gentle hand on his son's shoulder. "We look out for each other, take care of each other. But, you have to respect my privacy, okay? You can't get involved in my work. You're too young and you need to focus on other things, safer things that won't get you into trouble. Can we both agree to that?"

Stiles shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I can do that." He was still going to listen into the phone calls.

"Alright, now, I'm going to stand here until I see you turn off that road. And a deputy will be running by the house the rest of the night to make sure you don't leave again. Unless, of course, you have someone out here that needs a ride." Stilinski opened the door to the jeep for Stiles.

"No, I'm good." Stiles tried to sound cool as he hopped into the jeep and took off. "Damn it." He drove home as fast as he could. He'd have to call Scott and let him know he'd have to find a way home by himself. God, he hoped those woods weren't actually dangerous.

Late Night Phone Call

Scott pulled out his phone as he began walking down the road in the rain after almost getting hit. He called the only person he could think of calling. "Stiles? Where are you?"
"I'm at home, I was going to call you in like two point five seconds. My dad watched as I drove off to make sure I went home. And he has a deputy driving by the house every fifteen minutes to make sure I stay home. I'm sorry, I didn't want to get you caught. You're not lost or something, are you? I could try to sneak out and get you, maybe?"

Scott sighed, he didn't want Stiles in any more trouble than he already was. "No, it's fine I can walk home, just talk to me while I do? You'll never believe what happened to me once you left."

"Oh yeah? What? Did you meet little red riding hood and the big bad wolf?" Stiles laughed at himself.

"No, dude, I'm serious." Scott thought he heard another howl and started walking a little faster. "There were these deer that just like stampede out of nowhere at me…crap I lost my inhaler. We're going to have to go back there tomorrow when it's light. But when I went to look for the inhaler something attacked me dude! I…" He winced as his side pulled. "I didn't get a good look at what it was but something bit me!"

Stiles sat up straight in his computer chair. "Something bit you? Like a bug?"

"No, more like a wolf, man. I don't know, I just ran. I mean, I almost just got hit by a car. I'm kind of freaked out." Scott jogged a bit hoping to just get home and go to sleep. He'd need to shower too.

"Dude, I'm sorry, that sucks. How bad is the bite though? Will it leave a scar? I mean, apparently girls dig that sort of thing, right?" Stiles tried to keep the situation light, keep Scott from freaking out on the side of the road. And the jokes just kept coming until Scott got home.

Scott laughed a little, feeling much better, much less freaked out, by the time he walked up to his house. "Look, I'm home and I'm just going to crash. I don't think I can stand any longer."

"Well make sure you clean out your battle wound first so you don't get infected. And I'll take a look at it in the morning." Stiles scoffed. "And you said nothing ever happens in this town."

"Yeah, good to know I can count on me getting bit."

"You're welcome." And the two hung up.

While Scott took a shower and cleaned his bite, putting a bandage on it, Stiles was looking up wolves and if there was a possibility that a wolf was what bit his best friend.

Loss of a Benchwarmer

"That is my friend!" Stiles cheered louder than anyone in the crowd watching the tryouts as Scott blocked Jackson's throw, he'd blocked them all actually. Stiles couldn't believe it. Scott really did have a chance this year. Whenever he was joking around just a few minutes ago he didn't acutally think Scott had a chance. He didn't really think he would lose his fellow benchwarmer.

His mind went back to all the games the two sat side by side, giving goofy commentary of the game while keeping their jersey's clean and the bench hot. Oh and the douche, Jackson, makes another point. I really didn't see that one coming. Maybe he'll get taken out next play. We can only hope.

He was going to miss that during the games. At least he was going to have someone to cheer for at least.

The Pretty Girl Who Cried and Borrowed My Shirt

As soon as he got home Scott called Stiles on skype, because that's what best friends do. "Stiles, you're not going to believe this. You know Allison? The new girl? She came into the clinic just as I was closing up. She hit a dog." He was smiling silly.

"Um, that's awesome…she hit a dog." Stiles gave a confused look. "How is this good?"

Scott shook his head. "No, like she came in and I helped her. I helped the dog and calmed her down and I gave her my shirt." His smile was full-on stupid. "I took an eyelash off her cheek." He ignored the dumb look Stiles was giving him. "I asked her to the party. And Stiles, she said yes. She said she would go with me." He felt like he was high, not that he knew what that felt like.

"That's awesome buddy!" There was a door closing in the background. "Oh, hey, that was my dad. I should go. I don't want to get into any trouble. And you should go to bed. We can't have you being tired now that you're a lacrosse superstar and have a date with the new girl." He laughed.

"Yeah. She's beautiful, isn't she? And smart…and…"

"Yeah, okay bud, tell me more about her tomorrow, okay? Have nice, naughty dreams." Stiles tried not to laugh at his love sick puppy of a best friend. And when the two said goodbye, Scott fell back onto his bed with that dumb smile still on his face. But Stiles heard his dad on the phone and couldn't help but listen in, animal hair fibers on the body belonged to a wolf.

Notes? Anyone?

How does Stiles always get himself into these awkward situations? Oh yeah, that's right. He is friends with Scott, that's how. And now he's friends with a werewolf. Things were only going to get worse from here. But Stiles would always help his friend, so if that means being in a situation like this, then so be it.

Standing in the Argent doorway in front of Allison's mom and Allison, Stiles flailed for words. "Um, hi, hey, how are you. I'm Stiles, you don't really know me."

"I thought you said you were her friend." Mrs. Argent narrowed her eyes.

Stiles gave off a nervous laugh. "Um, yeah, hey, actually she's friends with my friend, Scott." He looked up at a confused Allison who still hadn't come all the way down the stairs. "You know Scott, right? Dopey kid with weird hair and a crooked jaw? Yeah, that's my best friend. He ran out early from the party, not feeling well and all. I mean, I'm sure you're mad and everything but um…yeah. I'm his friend. We're also in class together." He ran a hand over his buzz cut.

"Yeah, so are you here to apologize for him or something?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, that. I mean, he's going to apologize too. It's going to be an amazing apology too. I mean, it will be great. But we felt you might need one tonight, and all. And, um, well, you know, do you think I could get notes from today for class?" He pressed his lips together. Why did he keep talking?

"I'm still new so I don't really have notes." Allison gave him a weird look.

"Oh yeah, that's cool, that makes sense. So yeah, look for Scott for that apology, the amazing one. Um, but I have to go now…so…great seeing you. Bye." And he ran for his jeep, happy to get away from that situation and hating Scott just a little bit for putting him there. But not hating him enough to keep Stiles from driving around all night looking for him.

Wolf Apologies and Powers

As they continued to drive home Scott looked over at Stiles, his best friend who had just told him that it would be okay, that they would get through his, who had just spent all night driving around looking for him to make sure he was okay. The best friend that he didn't want to believe, that he pushed against a wall and almost hit. "Hey, Stiles, I'm sorry."

Stiles looked over at Scott, his eyebrows raised. "What do you mean? Are you getting blood on my seats or something? Don't worry, we can clean it together, it will be great bonding time."

Scott smiled. "No, dude, I'm sorry for earlier when I shoved you against the wall and was ready to hit you. You were only trying to help. I mean, I was a jerk and you still helped me. You didn't have to do that. Thank you. And I'm sorry."

"You also clawed my chair."

"What?"

Laughing, Stiles have Scott a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it bro, it's what best friends are for. You can't get rid of me that easy." Smiling, Scott leaned his head against the window. Maybe he could get through this as long as he has his best friend by his side. "You know, what we should be talking about are your new powers. You could be like a superhero, Scott, a real Batman."

"I don't know. I mean, I can hear things, smell them, and…I don't know. Maybe we should figure how to control them? They're great for the lacrosse field and all but I don't want to hurt anyone, like I could have hurt you. I mean…oh god, what if I hurt Allison?"

Stiles had to keep from rolling his eyes. "Don't worry Scott, we'll figure it out. Although, maybe it's like X-men and to control your powers we have to hon them. You know, you can learn to use them better. Learn when to shut off or when to use the hearing and smelling. We'll figure it out, let me do some research." Stiles pulled up to Scott's house. "Get some sleep and don't kill anything until I see you." He laughed.

"That's not funny Stiles."

Finally Some Sleep…Just Kidding

Finally home after being up all night, Stiles just wants to crash. But then he sees the police cruiser in the driveway and he knows he's in trouble. Deciding not to hold out any longer, Stiles trudges into the house. "Dad?"
Sheriff Stilinski relaxes slightly at hearing his son's voice. "In your room Stiles." He kept his voice calm, letting Stiles know what level his anger was at. Once he saw Stiles peak his head hesitantly into the doorway he started. "You want to tell me where you were?"

"Well, there was this party, and I don't usually go to parties, I mean I don't usually get invited or anything, but Scott was going with this girl and I went to keep an eye on him." Stiles started his rambling. "I mean, I guess he doesn't really need to have someone watch over him all the time but you know how Scott is so I just went anyway. And then I spent the night with him and I thought you were working all night so I didn't text or call you because well…" Because it was the least of his priorities with the werewolf best friend on the loose. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"It better not. I came home this morning and was more than a little upset to find that you weren't in your room. And then I come in here to see if there was a note or something to say where you are at and I find this." He turns Stiles' computer chair around to reveal the claw marks. "What is that Stiles?"

Stiles ran a hand over the back of his head. "Um, yeah, that…that's nothing, just an angry werewolf tearing into my chair." He laughed.

"Stiles."

"Scott and I were joking around after school, practicing for lacrosse." It wouldn't be the first time the two had destroyed something while practicing lacrosse in doors. "Honestly, I'm not 100% sure what happened but there was a trip and a fall then a ripping noise and when we looked there were those. So…yeah…"

Stilinski ran a hand down his face. "I thought Melissa told you boys there was no lacrosse playing in doors."

"What? I thought that rule only pertained to her house." He faked innocence.

"Stiles."

"I'm sorry dad, I promise I'll fix it or pay for a new one myself. I'm just…I'm tired." Stiles felt his phone vibrate, most likely a text from Scott. But he just wanted to sleep.

The sheriff sighed. "Alright, get some sleep, we'll talk about this later. But you better not start staying out late and getting into trouble Stiles. I can't handle that."

"I won't Dad, I promise." He wanted to mean it but it felt like a lie. How often was he going to have to start lying to his dad?

"Get some sleep kid." With that the sheriff left. And Stiles looked down at the phone to see Scott had sent another text saying "sorry" and "thank you" and possible ways he could apologize to Allison. It was definitely going to be an interesting year.

/And there beings the missing scenes, season 1 episode 1: Wolf Moon. I hope I got everyone's requested scene. I will be doing Season 1, Episode 2 next, so send in any requests for missing scenes in that episode if you have any. Also, I want to apologize for not updating for two months. As you all know, from my last update, March wasn't an easy month fro me with a family friend passing away. Well April was even harder. My horse got really sick, my Mimi isn't doing well, I found out I didn't get into grad school, and my cousin passed away. So, getting the motivation to write hasn't been easy. However, I hope to write at least a few chapters for this fic before I start work in June. Please don't give up on me, I promise not to give up on this fic! Thank you so much for the kind words and reviews on the last chapter, they made my day! And thank you so much to those who have kept with this story. I hope you liked this update, let me know if I should do something differently. As also, thank you for reading, please review, and have a great day.