"You want me to what?" Stiles asked, using his whole body to transfer the what the fuck behind his words because what the fuck. "Why are there suddenly hunters everywhere? Why are you having cake with them? How long have I been under? Because yesterday there has been no talk about having cake with hunters. Have I missed a whole week or something?"

It had happened before, he'd gone under for what he'd thought was a day, two at the max, and bam, he'd missed a month. But it didn't feel like that today.

Peter just gave him an unimpressed look. They were sitting at Stiles' small table. When Stiles had come up and had found Peter's messages, the last one telling him that if he didn't answer, Peter would come out to the lake, he'd hurried to tell him that he was topside. He'd told Peter to come over, Stiles wanted to know what Talia had said about him and Derek after their lunch.

Awesome as he was, Peter had brought curly fries and a chocolate milkshake. Stiles had sucked half of the shake through the straw with hollowed cheeks, that stuff was thick, while Peter had brought him up to date but then Stiles had almost spit out most of the milkshake because of what Peter had just suggested.

"I want you to go to school," Peter repeated calmly. "I need somebody to keep an eye on that English teacher."

"You have a big family, there should be someone you can ask."

"Yeah, it wouldn't be obvious at all if I put a Hale in her class." Peter let the sarcasm drip from his words. "Besides, there is no one Cora's age."

"I'm not her age either," Stiles muttered.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Peter gave him a pointed look which Stiles choose to ignore.

But Peter was right. Stiles was familiar with the Hale family, he'd done his research, there was no one. Besides, if they had another kid of Cora's age they would be in class with her already.

"How would that work anyway?" Stiles dared to ask. "I can't just stroll into the High School like that." He reached for the bag with the curly fries because this was definitely a severe curly fries situation.

"We'll need John's help." Peter stole a fry before he leaned back in his chair as if he'd won this argument already, that smug bastard. "We'll just say that things with your parents went south for real, Denise is spreading rumors in that direction anyway, and that you moved in with your uncle. He doesn't want you to fall behind too much so he hurries to get you enrolled in school."

Stiles chewed on four fries at once, thinking. It sounded good. Simple, believable.

"I might not be an expert on this, I've never been to school, but don't you need documents for that? A birth certificate or something?" Stiles pointed out the most obvious flaw in Peter's plan. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't have any papers."

"That shouldn't be a problem." Peter dismissed him and attempted to steal another fry but Stiles snatched it right out of his hand and put a protective arm around the bag.

"You got me these to butter me up." He pointed with the rescued fry at Peter. "If you want some you should have bought some for yourself. And what do you mean, it shouldn't be a problem? It's a big problem for like everything."

Stiles didn't even have simple things like a bank account or a driver's license because of that. Lucky him, every deputy around here knew him and never asked for his license anyway. But if Stiles wanted to do anything, he had to use John's name and credit card.

"I can cobble together something in a few days," Peter assured him. "Nothing solid, I would need a little more time for that, but enough for the local high school."

"You can do that?" Stiles perked up at that. He'd used fake IDs to get into clubs or to buy beer but nothing that would hold up to a closer look.

"Yes," Peter confirmed but then he was looking at Stiles as if he'd just gotten an idea. "Give me some time and I can give you an identity. With a birth certificate, social security number, everything. From the hospital you were born in, over every school you've been to, to the grave of your by now diseased parents if you want. If I say I can make it solid, I mean solid. Nobody will be able to tell that it's not the truth."

It was tempting. Since they were on the topic of school, that was the direction Stiles' mind went first. He was a curious guy and he'd self-educated himself via books and internet on various topics but maybe he could attend school for real, graduate. Since he couldn't leave for longer periods of time, he wouldn't be able to actually go to college and who was he fooling baby-faced as he was he would never be able to make a career but these days there was a lot of stuff he could do online. He could take some classes.

He'd looked into things like that before because what else was he supposed to do with his time but he'd been running into walls. With an identity that would change. How he would pay for that was something he would think about later. But he could get a bank account and maybe a credit card. His porn wouldn't have to show up on John's card any longer with was definitively a plus.

"My pack took away everything you had," Peter said, serious now. "I can't give you back what you've lost, I can't make it right but I can give you this."

Peter was right, it wouldn't magically fix Stiles' life. He would still be bound to the lake, to Derek, and still on a very short leash and that was okay, he liked his life as it was. But it would give him some freedom.

"Okay," Stiles said. His voice broke over the word and he had to blink against his suddenly wet eyes. This was not just about some stupid bank account, he would be a person again. He would officially exist again.

"Sorry." Stiles wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand. "This is a bit much."

Peter gave him a sympathetic look but Stiles doubted that he could even start to understand what his offer meant to Stiles.

"Anyway." Stiles cleared his throat. "Your plan is to give my fake birth certificate to the sheriff so that he can use it to enroll me in school?"

"Is there a problem with that?" Peter had the nerve to ask but if Stiles was honest, he didn't see a problem there. John might be even more overwhelmed by this than Stiles. He tried to hide it but John was more bothered by Stiles' limited options than Stiles himself.

"I'm having dinner with him later, let's find out then." Stiles was still not sure about this whole going to school thing but he was willing to give it a try. Especially since this was not about going to school, this was an undercover mission.

"Are you free tonight?" Stiles asked. "You should join us for dinner."

"I had cake with a hunter, I can have dinner with the sheriff." Peter shrugged. "I'll pick you up."

With that, it was settled. Stiles sat back in his chair to slowly sip the rest of his milkshake, his mind still riled up.

"You do know that this won't help with convincing Cora that I'm not jail bait and that you're not a pedophile, right?" Stiles broke the silence.

"I'm aware." Peter let out a sigh. To an outsider looking at their relationship, Peter was the bad guy. Not that Stiles was sure if what they had counted as a relationship yet, they only had a few dates so far. On the other hand, they did have introduced each other to their parents so to speak. Peter had met John, Stiles' kind of father, and Stiles had met Talia, Peter's alpha.

"We could tell her," Stiles offered. "About me, I mean."

He wasn't keen on telling people about his past but at least werewolves knew how to keep a secret. And if what he had with Peter lasted, he would have to deal with the rest of his pack rather sooner than later anyway. Hence why he'd agreed to meet Talia in the first place.

"No." Peter shook his head. "She would know that I put you in her class and she would ask why."

"You don't want to scare her."

"Partly." Peter made a face. "She's the only werewolf in that class, whatever Kate is up to, it has to do with Cora. If she knew about Kate, about you, she could involuntary give you away."

"You're using her as bait."

"I'm sending you in to keep an eye on her," Peter said but didn't deny the bait part. "Talia is currently talking to the pack. They need to know that there are hunters around. We're enforcing some basic safety rules."

"Says the one who came out to a remote lake all by his own," Stiles couldn't help to point out. Peter ignored his comment.

"Cora is going to stick to the older teenagers as much as possible but she has to go to her own classes," Peter continued. "I need somebody there. To keep an eye on her and to keep an eye on Kate."

It was obvious how much Peter did not like the situation. If he could, he would take Cora out of class until Kate was gone but that would raise suspicion and Kate would know that her cover was blown, Stiles got that.

"I won't let anything happen to her." Stiles reached over and put his hand on Peter's forearm.

Peter had to leave not much later, he had some things he needed to take care of, but he would be back later that evening to pick up Stiles for their dinner with John.

Once Peter was gone, Stiles cleaned up, deep in thoughts. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he'd never been to school. He doubted that it was like what he'd seen on TV.

"I just hope this is going to be more 21 Jump Street than Twilight," Stiles muttered to himself while he typed a message to John to let him know that they would have a guest tonight.

He just hoped that the rumors about him and Cora had died down and hadn't spread to the school because that would be awkward.

Once he'd gotten a confirming message from John, Stiles went under again. For one, he wanted to tell Derek about this, as a complete outsider Derek sometimes brought up some interesting points and even if not, Stiles needed to talk about the ID thing. And second, he wanted to stay out as long as possible tonight so he surfaced only minutes before Peter was due to pick him up.

He hurried to put on some dry clothes, grabbed his keys and wallet, and then he was almost sprinting towards the road. Sure enough, Peter's car was already there, waiting for him.

Stiles had a quick look up and down the road, with his luck, Parrish would catch him with an older man out here again. His face would be hilarious if he saw Peter with him, that much was for sure, but Stiles was not keen on building up a reputation of sucking dick for money or whatever Parrish would come up with.

Not that he hadn't done that in the past, one had to eat, kind of, but since he was the sheriff's nephew now, he had agreed to not do that prostitution thing any longer. Or the stealing. Or anything else illegal. Stiles had even agreed to stay out of sight while kids should be at school. The latter shouldn't be a problem for much longer because it looked very much like Stiles was about to start school.

After another look down the road, Stiles hurried to get into the waiting car.

"You're late."

"The longer I can stay." Stiles winked at him. Peter just rolled his eyes at him and brought the car back on the road.

They picked up dinner on the way, burgers and curly fries, which immediately filled the car with a mouth-watering smell.

"You already had those for lunch," Peter pointed out but only after they had bought them.

"It's a bribe. It'll make him more likely to agree to your plan."

"Sure you're not related?" Peter threw him a glance.

"Just don't tell him that I already had some," Stiles told him. "Unlike him, I don't have to worry about cholesterol and clogged arteries."

"You're worried about him."

"He's the only family I have."