When Ryder and Scott arrived the majority of the pack was already there. Jackson was strapped down on a medical table in the back office still knocked out. Deaton had removed the arrows Ryder had shot into Jackson and was working away at something. Ryder still had the arrow and the bow strung across her chest and hanging over her back.
Ryder still couldn't believe she was able to do it, able to shoot a weapon at one of her friends. Things really weren't simple and easy in this town. How everyone survived…well she wasn't completely sure.
"Hey is he going to be okay?" Ryder asked getting the attention of the group. Deaton kept working on Jackson and Anya planted a hand on her shoulder.
"We don't know yet but Deaton knows what's wrong with him." Anya said with a slight smile trying to bring up the mood from the group of crabby ass werewolves.
"He's had exposure to an extreme amount of wolfs-bane." Deaton explained without looking up from what he was doing to Jackson. Ryder drew her eyebrows together in slight confusion and Breslin spoke up.
"Meaning he had a run in with a werewolf poison. Made him go a little crazy." Breslin ran her fingers through her short hair and crossed her arms looking over at Ryder.
"Oh." She mumbled feeling a bit stupid. She felt like she should know more about this stuff than she did because her brother was one of the werewolves she was hanging with. Ryder needed to know just as much as the next person rather than being the dark about this whole thing for the most part. Ryder locked eyes with Stiles who sighed knowing what she would be asking him later seeing as he was the one to always look into stuff.
"Jackson should be fine now. The amount of wolfs-bane made him loose grip on reality. In a few hours he should be back to normal." Deaton explained relaxing the tension in the room. Jackson may be a jerk that is stuck up but that didn't mean he wasn't their friend now and that none of them were worried. Though Breslin seemed to show no remorse what-so-ever about Jackson.
"Alright so now what do we do?" Erica asked leaning back against one of the walls. Isaac rolled his eyes.
"Go home. We can't do anything else."
With that the group split up and went their separate ways. Cars pulling out of the lot and headed home. Isaac to Scott's seeing as he didn't have anywhere else to go and that had bee where he was crashing lately. Ryder knew that. Breslin and Anya hopped in a car and headed somewhere together, same with Lydia and Allison. Erica and Boyd just disappeared into thin air.
"Stiles…." Ryder mumbled walking over to her friend who sighed and hung his head.
"Yeah I know I get to be the one to get you into all this huh? Well let's head over to my place then I guess." Stiles smiled at Ryder who returned the smile before looking to her brother.
"Tell mom I'm at a friend's? See ya later puppy eyes." Ryder mumbled before hugging her older brother and walking out with Stiles. Scott followed behind and got on his bike putting his helmet on and watching Ryder climb into the light blue jeep.
"No steeling my best friend now that you're back got it?" Scott warned flashing his crimson eyes at her. Ryder only laughed and stuck her head out the rolled down window.
"Or what? You'll rip my throat out with your teeth?"
Laughing Stiles backed the jeep out of the lot and headed home with Ryder. Scott sighed shaking his head before he started the bike and headed home.
"Okay so starting with the most basic of the basics…" Ryder said mainly to herself as she walked in behind Stiles. His room looked relatively the same as it had the last time she had seen it and the thought made her smile, same old Stiles.
"Uh well that would have to be the anatomy?" Stiles suggested. Ryder sat down on his bed while he sat at his desk in the spiny chair. She remembered when he first got that they would spend hours spinning around on it and by the shape of it, it looks like he still did.
"Okay so they are bitten to pass the ability. Their eyes glow, they grow claws, get abnormally large canines and sideburns by what I can tell. Are we seriously going through all this?" Ryder complained crossing her arms and leaning against Stiles's headboard. The boy rolled his eyes at her and nodded.
"Obviously. Okay you know all the werewolves in the area now right?"
"Breslin, Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Jackson, Derek and Peter. The humans are you, me, Allison and Anya. Lydia is a type of banshee or something. Allison is a hunter along with her father. Her mother died due to the fact that Derek had bitten her and it was against the Argents code for a werewolf to be in the family because they hunted them, Argent meaning silver in French. Kate Argent, being Allison's aunt, had been the one to burn down the Hale house with the family inside. Humans included in the death toll of the accident. Derek and his sister, Laura being the ones to survive other than Peter who was half burned to death and over time gained the ability to turn into a wolf. He killed Laura and became an Alpha, biting Scott and terrorizing the town. Derek eventually killed him, slashing his throat. Not before Peter killed Kate though, in front of Allison. Allison and Scott split up after that."
Ryder smiled at Stiles smugly, as his mouth hung open slightly.
"Okay so you like to keep up on the latest town drama. What about the Kanima? Know anything about it?" Stiles questioned thinking he had Ryder on this one. Which he didn't.
"It was Jackson. Sometimes when you are bitten your shape reflects who you are. Jackson was a snake and didn't know anyone loved him due to the fact he was adopted and stuck up. So he turned into the Kanima and not a werewolf. His friend Matt was controlling him and telling him to kill people. Allison's grandfather was the one to drown Matt and end the rein of terror. Jackson was cured when Lydia told him she loved him. End of story. Sorry about that by the way."
Stiles had a crush on Lydia ever since they were in third grade. Lydia never showed interest back. Ryder always felt sorry for Stiles in that way, knowing Lydia might never give him a chance.
"Eh don't be sorry. Anyway I'm pretty sure you know everything, as much as I do. Why did you think I knew more? We usually just wing it along as it goes. The Argents are retired from werewolf hunting. Only helping us really most of the time so we have access to the bestiary."
"Like a magical book of magical creatures." Ryder stated. Her head kind of hurt from all her thinking about things and trying to impress Stiles with how much she knew. She had a feeling Stiles knew she was trying to impress him too.
"Ry I already know you're smart. You don't have to go out of the way to prove it to me." Stiles got up from his chair and walked over to sit on the bed, lying back next to Ryder.
"Do you?" She asked with her mouth twitching up in a smirk as she looked down at him.
"Yeah you used to beat me at almost any strategy game remember? Battle-Ship, Checkers, water gun fights. Your plan was always slightly better than mine."
Ryder smiled shaking her head, "Doesn't mean I'm smart. It means I'm quick on my feet."
"Yeah and I'm really slow and hate physical exercise." Stiles smiled innocently up at Ryder who laughed.
"Leave it to you to take that in the literal meaning." She mumbled still laughing. She had missed her sarcastic friend. Sure there had been phone calls and emails but it was nothing compared to hanging out with him in person.
"We should get you home before it gets too late." Stiles said the smile falling from his face as he moved to sit up. Ryder didn't want to go home just yet, it had been far too long since she had done anything fun.
"What so we don't get to play video games?" She whined sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. Stiles turned to look at her and sighed. She knew she had him right in the palm of her hand when it came to this one.
"You know you are better at Scott with the puppy eyes right?" Stiles said giving in and tossing her a controller. She smiled and nodded.
Isaac was seated on the couch in the living room of the McCall house. Scott had gotten home shortly after him and was doing something upstairs. Probably finishing unpacking boxes for Ryder. Isaac never got why they were so close with being apart for so long.
"Hey Isaac you wanna help?" Scott asked not even bother to yell downstairs knowing Isaac's hearing was as good as his.
"Sure I mean why not help her brother go through the stuff?" Isaac said with his smirk plastered to his face. Scott jumped not having expected Isaac to come all the way up stairs to reply.
"Jesus you scared me." Scott mumbled fixing the stack of boxes. He had been helping Ryder the past week with her stuff. He knew where it all went. Ryder wanted it too look like it had when she was younger, only less child-like. The walls were now a light green, her favorite color and her bed was there and fixed up. The only thing left was the big stuff she couldn't move on her own anyway.
"Yeah well be glad I'm not Breslin or I would have scared you worse."
"I wouldn't have called Breslin anyway. She and Anya are probably busy." Scott mumbled moving the dresser into the closet.
"Yeah busy having a little too much teenage defined fun."
"Aw is Isaac crabby because he still can't get laid."
"Shut up at least I haven't slept with an Argent." Isaac shot back. He didn't want to deal with Scott's little teasing game. Stiles might be able to put up with it but Isaac was more sensitive. Being locked in a freezer as a child a lot, He hated being alone, hated small spaces. It was self-explanatory.
Sheriff Stilinski got home to find Ryder and Stiles playing video games up in his room. The memory of those two doing that all the time when they were younger made him smile. Usually they stayed up there for hours and it ended with them screaming at each other. But it hadn't got to that point yet.
"Ryder do you want to stay for dinner? Scott called and said your mom was working late tonight." Mr. Stilinski asked opening the door. Ryder looked up at him while her character aimed their gun at Stiles and shot him.
"Sure, if that's okay with you."
"God damn it. Ryder I did not miss you one bit!" Stiles complained hanging his head and hitting his controller against the floor. Ryder laughed and so did Stiles's dad.
"Alright try not to kill each other."
"No promises." The two said in sync before his dad left and went back downstairs with a smile. His cell phone was ringing again and when he picked it up he knew it was anything but good news.
