Stiles was about to round the corner of the hallway at school, looking for a certain possible werewolf when he heard shouting. Most of the school was quiet, nearly everyone was out front in the process of leaving or heading to various sports fields. He picked up his pace when he heard a girl say "get away from me!"

He peaked around the corner and saw that Janice's, an acquaintance of his, pinned against a locker by her ex-boyfriend. He was about to blindly go to try and help her when he stopped and dipped back around the corner.

Ana was coming around the corner from the other side of the hall, walking fast. She stopped just short of the ex-boyfriend and said something Stiles couldn't hear, but he saw the guy shove at her. What he saw next made his eyes go wide.

Ana gripped the guy's wrist and pulled. Stiles could hear the crack right before the guy exclaimed in pain and let go of Janice. Stiles strained to hear what Ana said, but caught it nonetheless; "If I catch you doing anything like this again, I assure you there'll be consequences. I suggest you get that look at," she said and when the guys just stared at her in disbelief she finished with a low, "now." He took off toward the nurses office.

She turned to look at Janice, asking if she was ok. Janice nodded, grabbed her stuff and hustled in the opposite direction of her ex-boyfriend. When Stiles glanced around the corner, the hallway was empty.

"Ana!" Stiles shouted as he ran down the steps of the school, dodging other students to catch up with Ana. "Hey!" he said when he caught up to her, "I finished that paper last night! Your advice was awesome!"

Ana smiled, "great!"

Stiles dug into his backpack and handed Ana back her papers, "these were super helpful, and I promise I didn't take any of your notes. But, uh, I was wondering something," Stiles asked as Ana took back her papers, "do you think you could help me with my Jane Eyre paper too? Like, there's a pretty cheap diner just a couple blocks away and we can grab some food, or not, if you want…" Stiles trailed off realizing a bit too late that this might be seen as him awkwardly asking her out.

"Uh, well, that sounds nice but shouldn't you be asking one of your friends? Lydia seems pretty smart…"

"Lydia? Well, lets just say the last time I went to her for bio help she looked at me like I was something very gross stuck to the bottom of her shoe."

Ana's eye widened, "that's terrible!"

Stiles shrugged, "she has her moments. So what do you say? I can give you a lift, my Jeep's right over there. Also, this diner has amazing curly fries, like, the best." Stiles finished off with his attempt of the Scott puppy eyes, which made Ana snort and quickly cover her mouth before nodding. "Sweet!"

Stiles looked from his outline to across the booth table where Ana was reading Jane Eyre. He bit the bottom of his lip, trying to think of how to breach the subject. Hey, I know you're a werewolf but its cool I hang around them and I just want to know if you intend to kill them maybe? That didn't seem even vaguely acceptable. He was watching her, trying to reconcile the small, quiet girl in front of him with the sound of that guy's wrist snapping.

"Is there something wrong, Stiles?" He jumped a bit at her voice and realizing that she was looking up from her book with concern.

"Uh, well, maybe. Sort of." She looked at him with wide eyes and put down the book. "Listen, I'm just going to go out on a limb here. I saw that whole thing earlier with Janice's horrible asshole of an ex," Ana's eyes went wide with fear, "which was awesome, by the way, he totally deserved it. But what I need to get at is this. I know your situation."

"My situation?"

"Yes, it's a similar situation with my friends Scott, Liam, Erica, Jackson… and well, I just gotta know why you're hiding it?"

Ana's hands went to her lap and her face went blank. It was kind of disturbing until she blinked. "Stiles, I'm not sure what you're getting at-"

"Listen, I've been dealing with this for a couple years now. I know it when I see it. We've had some issues with… other… people coming in and causing trouble," Stiles was struggling with the words but for once he was still, trying to measure her as much as he could.

Ana stared at him for a long moment. "Are you trying to threaten me?" she asked finally, her voice low but there was something else… Stiles winced when he realized it was sadness.

"No-no, nothing like that. We-I understand that the situation is difficult and just need to make sure no one gets hurt," Stiles said, his hands going up in a placating gesture.

"I see." Ana moved her hands to the table top and leaned forward. "Stiles, whatever -situation- you may think I have is none of your business," she said, reaching for her bookbag and starting to get up.

"Wait, hold on a sec! I-I have to know that my pack is safe!" Stiles said, not even realizing that he'd said 'pack' until it was out in the open.

Ana froze and looked at him. Her gaze didn't let up, but she just looked… sad. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder and slid out of the booth. She stopped though, and leaned down to be level with him, her face very close. "Stiles, do you know the thing about our eyes? What their colors mean?" Stiles opened his mouth to say something but swallowed and nodded. "Good," she said and he found himself briefly looking into bright, glowing gold eyes, "I'm not here to hurt anybody. I'm just trying to get by. Let dead dogs lie, Stiles, and hopefully no one will get hurt."

"I have to tell them," Stiles said, his tone as quiet as hers.

"Go ahead. They won't remember. And Stiles, don't bother me about this again. Don't bother me at all. Go back to your friends, your pack, and don't ask for notes either," Ana straightened up and with a last disappointed look, turned and walked away.