It's been three weeks, six days, four hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty two seconds since that full moon. Not that Stiles was counting. He's gotten a new daily rutine. Wake up go to school, and after school, straight to the reserve to train. Everyday. He's barely spent any time with Scott and Allison since it began. On weekends he goes straight to the preserve early. He's been working his ass off at learning control yet hasn't had any progress.
Frustration, pressure and anxiety began to weigh down on him more and more with each passing day.
"Let your anger take hold of you." Derek said. "Use it, don't hide from it."
That was Derek's strategy, anger. It never worked for Stiles. Everytime he did that, everytime he let his anger surface he lost control and had to be knocked out. And truth be told he was pretty sick of having to pop his jaw back into place.
"Imagine yourself in a peacefull state." Talia told him. "The only sound near or far is the light dripping of water."
Talia had tried many different ways to teach him; love, pain, happiness. Those things only ever brought on painfull memories that made him lose control of his emotions which led to him losing control of everything else.
Stiles sat in his room bouncing a tennis ball off his wall. He was supposed to be at the Hales' an hour ago when he left school but he just felt that he wasn't up for the disappointment. Not today.
Three soft knocks tore him from his thoughts.
"Come in!" He called.
The door creaked open to reveal Allison. "Talia called, she was wondering where you were." Allison told.
"Taking a break." He sighed, resuming his 'ball and wall' game.
"Is that what you're calling it?" She asked, firmness coating her voice.
"What would you call it?"
"Looks alot like sulking to me."
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He shrugged. "It doesn't really matter."
As the ball hit the wall and soared back toward Stiles, Allison's hand caught it in mid-air.
"Stiles, what's the problem?" She took a seat next to him. He openned his mouth to speak but she spoke first. "The truth." She said.
"Huhhhh." He sighed leaning forward. "This whole thing is so hard. Everything. I've been training and training but I haven't learned a thing. I don't think any of this can actually help me."
"Did you ask them why it's not working?" She asked.
"Of course, but they keep saying it's because I was bitten and not born with it. And the worst part is that there's a full moon coming in just a few days." He fell back again and the room went dead.
Stiles could hear crickets outside.
"Well you can't just give up." She hands back to the ball.
"I'm not giving up. But the Hales can't teach me. They say they can but I can see it. This past week they've seemed exaughsted. Like they're running out of things to try. They can't teach me, I have to figure this out." Allison accepted the information. She let it all sink in before she actually began to think.
In a flash Allison jumped to her feet. "Come on."
Stiles gave her a confused look.
"You said they can't teach you. So that only leaves us to do so." Allison said. The word 'us' stuck in Stiles' mind like glue.
"And how do you plan to do that?" He asked.
"Simple. Controlling yourself is just like controlling your heart. All you have to do is keep your heartbeat down." She explained.
"My heartbeat is down." He said.
"Not for long." She gave him a sly smile.
"What are y..." He was cut off by a flash of pain crossing his face. Stiles' hand cups his nose in a second and his eyes bulge at her. He checks his hand for blood but finds none. "That's your plan?" He asks as the shock of the punch to the face wore off. "You're gonna kick my ass?"
"I'm gonna try to get your heartbeat to rise, you have to keep it down." She finishes with another punch.
"Jesus, Allison!" He scolds.
"Keep your heartbeat down." She throws another punch but this time Stiles catches it.
"That move's getting old." Stiles smirks.
"How about this one?" She asked as she slammed her right knee into his ribcage.
Stiles doubled over in pain and Allison took a step back to watch him. He took in three or four deep breaths before standing upright again.
Allison gave another smirk. "You ready?"
He gave a shrug and she threw a punch instantly. Stiles parried the punch while taking a step back. His hands come up to block a head blow but leave way for Allison to kick his knee. Before her foot could touch him he spun around her catching her wrist and pinning it behind her. He pushed Allison against the wall.
"You give up?" He asked.
"You're doing good." Allison said. "But we're not done." She lifted her legs and kicked away from the wall. Stiles fell onto his back landing flush against the floor. Allison landed with her back against his chest but rolled backward into a standing position. Stiles rocked himself backward and popped himself off the floor using his hands.
The two stood facing each other, both teens with smiles plastered onto their faces. They knew this was fun. But it wasn't supposed to be. Allison was supposed to be helping Stiles learn control but his heart wasn't pumping fast enough. So she knew she had to up the pressure.
In a sudden burst she began throwing punches as fast as she could. Blow after blow flew at Stiles but he kept side stepping them. The punchers were so quick that they'd be a blur to anyone without supernatural abilities.
Stiles ducked beneath the final hook that she threw and returned with a leg sweep. Allison hit the floor with a thud and Stiles immediately felt ashamed.
"Allison!" He grabbed ahold of her. "Are you okay?"
Allison looked up at Stiles with a look he had never seen on her before. A mixture between adrenaline, anger, and competetiveness. The look scared Stiles shitless and as soon as his heartbeat spiked she lunged forward from the ground.
Allison's legs found Stiles' neck and drove him into the floor with a bone cracking thud. Stiles lay on his back in pain as his spine tried to heal, Allison sitting on top of him looking down with a fist up ready to strike.
Stiles covered his face but the punch never came. He moved his hands to see why. An appoligetic expression coated her face.
"I'm so sorry." She fell forward in exasperation and her head fell onto his collarbone. "You're not the only one who struggles with control." She spoke softly and Stiles could feel the vibration of her voice move through his body.
His hand fell onto her back and then Stiles realized that she was stradling him on the floor.
His mind raced and so did his heart. Allison prettended not to know even though she could feel and hear it. His nerves began to run rapid and he ran a hand through his hair.
Allison sat up and looked at him. "Are you okay?" She referred to his facial expression. "You look like you're about to explode." She suddenly gasped. "Is it happening? Are you losing control?"
"Sorta." Stiles said through gritted while trying to hold himself back.
Allison gave a pensive look as she wondered what that word ment and then her eyes went wide matching his.
"Oh my... are you..." She scattered away from him looking down to confirm her assumptions. Stiles lay flat on the floor, his eyes wide and staring at the ceiling trying not to look at Allison, and a bulge in his pants. Allison slapped a hand over her mouth as a small giggle escaped.
Stiles scrambled to his feet and made a b-line for his bathroom, locking himself inside like that would kill the embarrassment.
He stared down at himself, still hard as a rock and scolded himself in the mirror.
'Maybe she didn't even notice.' He thought to himself. 'Who am I kidding, of course she noticed.' He grabbed ahold of the sink and tried to get it to go down but he couldn't get Allison out of his mind so the other him wouldn't go away either. He started to breath heavily and he knew what this feeling meant. He was losing control and there was no one there to stop him when he shifted. On the bright side, he hadn't heard a sound in his room in minutes so maybe Allison was gone.
"Stiles," As if on cue Allison's voice penetrated the door. "Are you alright in there?"
For some reason her voice calmed him down, reversing the shift that was happening but it still didn't much help the volcano in his briefs.
"I'm fine." He yelled back.
"Is.. is it... still there?" She asked.
Stiles winced at the embarrassment and sat down on his closed toilet seat.
"Huuuuhhhhh. Yeah, it's still there." He spoke under his voice.
"Can't you make it go away?" She asked, now whispering too.
"I'm a fifthteen year old boy, I don't really have control over that."
"Maybe you should... you know." She suggested.
"Oh my God!" Stiles cried. "Allison, I am not doing that with you here." He stated.
"Well, do you want me to leave?" She asked and he could hear the sincerity in her voice.
"Yes... No... I don't know."
"I'll just go downstairs." She said and he could hear her in the kitchen within the minute.
Stiles waited, hoping it would just go away. That wasn't the case so he had no choice. He crept out of the bathroom to peek through his pornography stash and grab a bottle of lotion. Once back he tried to 'handle his situation'. Key word 'tried'. As soon as Stiles saw a photo in the magazine he found himself going soft. But one sound from downstairs brought Allison back to mind.

"A mammal's emotions and instincts are completely complex." Mrs. Finch spoke while pointing out drawings on the chalk board. "While emotions mostly effect one's judgement, strong enough instincts can change a mammal's judgements and decisions. For example; a hungry wolf will abandon it's hunt for food in order to protect a loved one. It would let it's self starve to death if their instinct is strong enough."
Stiles leaned back in his chair trying to block out all of the sounds he was hearing. Most days it wasn't so bad but with a full moon coming in just a day he was already begining to struggle.
"... their hard bones." Mrs. Finch finished.
"Stiles, don't you know a little something about hard bones?" Jackson yelled across the class.
"What?" Stiles asked in confusion and irritation.
"Hey Jackson, you might not wanna screw with Stiles. He might hit you with his wood." One of Jackson's chronies joked.
Stiles sighed in realisation.
"Yeah you're right, let's not be so hard on him." Jackson spoke again.
Stiles glared at Jackson, anger present on his face. "Fuck off Jackson." He gritted his teeth.
"Hey, I was just joking, don't be such a stiff." Jackson snickered.
Stiles' anger began to boil underneath his skin. You could almost see the smoke coming from his ears. His hands gripped at the bottom of his desk as his eyes found Scott. He began to growl under his breath as it quickened. His growing nails scratched at the bottom of the desk. The blood rushing through his ears made it sound like he was under water.
".. iles... St...s." He could just barely hear the muffled voice calling his name. "Stiles, it's okay, calm down." The sweet voice pulled his brain back enough for him to feel her warm hand touching his arm. He faught through his urge to leap across the room and tear Jackson's spine out to look at Allison's face. "Are you okay?" She asked with worrysome eyes.
Stiles could only nod and swallow. He lowered himself in his seat to evade all of the eyes on him.

As soon as the bell rang Stiles found himself in the bathroom. As soon as Scott came in Stiles' burning gaze bore down on him like hot rays from the sun.
"How the hell did Jackson find out?" He burned with anger.
"How should I know?" Scott shrugged.
"You were the only one I told about it."
"Never mind that, I think I know how to help you learn control."
"What? How?"
"I think Allison keeps you in control."
"Scott, that's..."
"Just think about it. The night of the full moon you were gonna kill Talia and Derek but when Allison stepped in you changed back. The day of tryouts, you were gonna turn and kill me in the locker room, but then Allison burst in and stopped you. And a few minutes ago you were nearly a full wolf and then she got your attention..." Scott pointed out.
"...and she brought me back." Stiles said. "But how can we be sure?"
"I'm not sure, some type of test I guess. What would you do if we were in each others place."
"Uhh," Stiles thought aloud. "Probably pay some guys to kick your ass while you thought about Allison." He shrugged.
"Good idea."
"Wait, that was just a suggestion."
"Too late, we're doing it your way."

"It's times like these that I really regret pushing you that day on the playground." Stiles said.
"It was your idea, now man up." Scott pushed Stiles forward and into a group of thug-like seniors.
"Hey, watch it." One of the guys pushed Stiles.
"You watch it." Stiles' firery anger burst and he pushed the guy back.
The guy pushed him back and Stiles fell. His bones cracked and bruised as the guys punched and kicked him.
'Damnit Scott.' Stiles thought to himself.
"Think about Allison." Scott said just loud enough for Stiles to hear.
Stiles shut his eyes tight and tried to focus his hearing. It took him a second but he started to hear people walking around the school talking about random things, like the winter formal and the body in the woods.
"I'm telling you coach, the guy's a freak. You can't let him play first line." Stiles could tell it was Jackson's voice.
"Jackson, Stilinsksi's one of the best players this school's had since.. well since me. And I am not gonna cut him, because of your petty teenaged rivalry." Coach chastised.
Stiles would laugh if he wasn't getting pummelled. Instead he could feel his anger gripping at his neck trying to overpower him.
He kept trying to single out Allison's voice in the horde of sound. He heard countless things that he didn't want to know before he actually found her.
"So.. is it true that you gave Stilinski a boner?" Lydia voiced her excitement to Allison.
"Oh my God." Allison sighed.
"I'm not hearing a 'no'."
"Lydia could you please not ask about that?"
"Alright fine. Let's talk about you and Scott."
"What? God, Lydia he's my step brother."
"So..."
"So that's gross and wrong."
"Allison, there has to be... wait. Stilinski wasn't the only one who caught a boner that day was he?"
"Lydia!" Allison faught the urge to attack her.
"You were aroused by him weren't you?"
"Well..."
"What the hell is going on here?" An angry voice cut Stiles' eavesdropping short. "I have half a mind to arrest all three of you. Now get out of here." The sheriff snapped.
He gave Stiles a hand up before barking angry words in his direction. "What in the hell are you doing?" He yelled.
"Why do you think it's my fault?" Stiles asked.
"It's always your fault. Especialy when you're both together." He looked at a laughing Scott.
"Actually Stiles tripped into one of them and they attacked him." Scott said.
"You know what? I don't want to know." He waved the boys off and headed away. "Stiles get some ice on those cuts."
Once the elder man was out of hearing distance Scott nearly jumped for joy. "It worked, you didn't kill them."
"I know, who'da thought it would take a human to teach a werewolf control?"
"At least now we'll be ready for the full moon tomorrow."
"Yeah, but I need to go to the reserve today, just to make sure."
"Alright, I have to get to work anyway."
"See ya." Stiles headed for his truck.