Title: Shotgun Serenade

Chapter: 2/?

Series: Teen Wolf, MTV

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Words: 2624

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content, Language, Child Abuse

Disclaimer: I own the Original Characters. Everything else belongs to the copyrighted owners.

Pairings: Stiles/OFC Scott/Allison

Feedback: Reviews get happy notes in return! This has been bugging my brain so let me know if it's awful. Haha.

Tinker187: There are actually explanations behind all of the names of my original characters. I find name symbolism very important to character development sometimes… I sound fancy. Look at me. Anyways Micah's a throwback to a wereleopard in the Anita Blake novels. I fell in love with the name and have always wanted to use it, and what better chance than to use it on a shifter? Lyca is actually a joke. Lycanthrope shortened. Haha. And Jericho is of course my favorite name. It literally means 'City of the Moon'.

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The air outside was chilled to the point where Lyca fought the urge to shiver as she sat on the railing of the front porch, looking up at the half moon absently as she hummed to herself. The air cold against her flesh as she sat in a tank top and pair of boy shorts, tapping out the rhythm of a new song she'd downloaded earlier. Three hours of sleep and she wasn't able to sleep anymore. Micah had crawled into bed beside her causing her to feel as if the room was on fire. A firm hand on her shoulder had her jumping, nearly falling from her seat as she looked behind her.

Jericho leaned against the railing smiling at her curiously as he looked up at the moon, the manor nearly completely silent except for the deep thrum of the music being played in the basement by his younger brother and the adopted twins. Clearing his throat as he looked out into the darkness. "You seem bothered by something Lyca… What's on your mind?"

"That human I met today… He knew his best friend was a werewolf and from what he's said he's never hated him for it. Scott's nearly killed him and he remains friends with him… It's… Confusing to say the least." Lyca looked down at her feet as she flexed her calf muscles well aware of the body heat of her cousin. Reaching out she wrapped her fingers in his shirt looking up into his baby blue eyes. "Humans are even more confusing here than they were back home."

"Humans aren't all the same Lyca… All we can do is take what they give us. Stiles is a good kid. He's loyal to a friend… That counts for something. Tank was looking for you earlier… I told him you were asleep." Jericho leaned forward kissing his baby cousins forehead as he ruffled her hair that she let down for the night. Turning his attention into the darkness yet again.

"Furor is angry with Eric again… Is it true Eric stole money from the family bank account again?" Looking down at the ground as she laced her fingers together on her lap she waited in silence for her cousin to reply to her, dreading the answer.

"He has a drug problem Lyca… Eric's not going to change until he's either dead or near death. We can't over turn our Alpha's decision." Jericho said quietly as he looked out into the night. The soft sound of owls hooting and little animals scurrying about to avoid becoming prey offered a soft backdrop to the tension in the air. Turning his soft blue eyes to his cousin he frowned. "What's on your mind?"

"Eric's family… Not blood, but family none the less… It's cruel that Furor would go so far to exile someone he grew up with at his side." Lyca said slipping down onto the dirt covered ground below the porch as she looked up at Jericho. Looking out into the night she sighed. "I'm going for a run… I'll be back soon."

"Stay on our land… Hunters can't hunt us on our land without breaking their code." Jericho called after her as she started off into the night, watching her go for a moment before turning his eyes to catch his Alpha's eyes. "She'll be fine Tank."

Arms crossed as the tall male stared down at Jericho with a frozen expression before turning his eyes after his youngest sibling. Furor pulled back his lips baring his fangs at Jericho for a moment before the blond seemed to disappear into the night, almost bleeding away into the black.

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"I want to play on the team!" Lyca stood one hand on her hip as she stared up at the coach with an indignant look on her face. Her band shirt reading 'Fatal Facet' the shirt pulled down to cover her white belt and just the top of her black shorts. Grinding the heel of her knee high black Converse into the grass she stared up at him defiantly chewing her gum, headphones blaring rave music as she waited.

"Are you kidding? Girls don't play Lacrosse… They sit on the benches and cheer their boyfriends on." Coach looked at her just as defiantly as he waved her off, signaling he was done with the conversation. Turning his attention to the boys he yelled at them to start doing suicide runs for slacking off. After a few minutes he looked at Lyca expectantly. "I told you girls don't play. Go get some pompoms and play with the other girls."

"Three years of varsity football on the boys team… Trust me, I'm equipped to play a boys sport. Give me a shot… I don't ever disappoint." Lyca challenged staring up at the man with a set of narrowed eyes. He seemed to be ignoring her as she stood there waiting to be acknowledged. "There's no place in the rules that say a girl can't play. You have to let me try out…"

"… Just get a damn stick. I'm not responsible if you chip a nail… Hey ladies! Princess thinks she can make the team. I bet she can't even make one shot." Coach sneered looking down at Lyca with distaste at the fact she was interrupting practice. Lyca just smiled up at him cutely twirling her finger in one of her pigtails.

"I make a shot… You let me join the team. Deal?" Lyca kept on twirling her finger in her hair, rave music blasting around her neck as she tapped her hand on her hip to the beat of the music fighting the urge to start dancing. The Coach seemed to just glare down at her. "Deal?"

"Fine… Not that you can make the shot. Go ahead and try, Princess. Don't cry when your feelings get hurt." Coach snorted waving her off. Looking at Stiles he narrowed his eyes. "Give her your stick."

"What! Why me?" Stiles protested, offering his stick to Lyca eyeing her curiously. Sure she'd said she wanted to play on the team, but she didn't know anything about the game from what she'd told him the night before.

"Because you sit on the bench, which means you don't need any more practice." Coach sneered at Stiles gesturing for him to sit down ignoring the teen as he threw his arms up muttering about the unfairness. "Get to it ladies."

"A lot lighter than I thought it would be…" Lyca murmured to herself sliding her headphones back up, nodding to the beat of the music as she started grinning. She could see Jericho sitting on the stands watching with amusement in his eyes as she scooped up a ball smirking wildly. Violent sports… Those were her thing. Bolting suddenly before anyone thought to get ready she managed to dodge two of the slower members of the team, throwing in a spinning dodge as she narrowly avoided a third team member.

Jackson growled quietly to himself as he ran to block her, catching Scott in his peripheral. He wasn't about to let the scrawny bastard steal his thunder again. Gritting his teeth he ran harder narrowing his eyes as Lyca avoided another team member, adjusting his position to knock her off her feet he lunged at her only to yelp jumping to the side as Lyca slid stick cocked as she lined up her shot, slamming it home in a harsh throw.

Scott 's jaw dropped as he watched the ball sail past everyone like a speeding bullet, eyes wild as he looked at Lyca as she tugged off her headphones. "Whoa…"

"And that's why guys are weenies… Always protecting their junk." Lyca grinned as she gave a victory stick dance managing to pull off a strange looking running man move as she laughed. The idea to try to slide between Jackson's legs had been a last minute attempt at show boating… Still, it did the trick. "Hey Coach… You owe me a uniform with a bow on it!"

"I didn't promise you anything!" The old man snarled at her narrowing his eyes at Jackson. Some front line that kid was. Crossing his arms he glared angerly turning his attention to Lyca. "You set this up didn't you?"

"You did make a bet Coach… You have to stick by your word." Jericho said as he brushed off the seat of his pants as he called across the field to the pair. Running his fingers through his hair as he looked at Lyca who seemed disheartened that her request might have been avoided. Catching her smile as she realized that the bet should stand he couldn't help himself as he started smiling as well.

"… Fine. Turn in your paperwork by Monday. I'm not cutting you anymore slack than I do the boys." Coach growled out as he threw in the towel knowing that Jericho would take it to the principle if he didn't make good on his little promise. Fucking sissy art teacher.

"That… Was… Awesome! Where did you learn to play Lacrosse?" Stiles threw an arm around Lyca with a wild grin as Scott ran off to talk to Allison in the stands. He gave her a tight squeeze as he waited for her answer.

"I didn't… I just figured you put the ball in the net. Besides… I really wanted to crack Jackson in the nads… He stepped on my shoes and didn't apologize." Lyca threw an arm around Stiles waist as she grinned up at him wildly. Pulling away she looked towards her cousin smiling happily. "Thanks for backing me up."

"If I didn't you'd run around in the house screaming bloody murder because you were bored… I did it for my sanity." Jericho said as he stood in his faded blue jeans and black wife beater, he'd taken off his button up after the last toll of the school bell. The flesh on his shoulder where his left arm had been ripped out of its socket was slightly sunken where the socket remained empty. The scarring around the damaged flesh was almost difficult to look at as it was badly mangled and poorly healed.

"Still… You're a pretty cool cousin. Even if I am a constant pain in your ass." Lyca smiled up at Jericho with a smile. Turning her eyes to Stiles she smirked. "How about you and Scott join us at my place for victory milkshakes… I make a mean peanut butter shake."

"What about Allison?" Stiles asked as he watched Scott openly flirting with his love interest. The pair sharing that smile they so often did. Looking back at Lyca he waited for her answer.

"No virgins… Can't risk popping her supernatural cherry. Besides… My brothers walk around the naked half naked most of the time, I doubt she wants to stare at their junk if they're home." Lyca snickered as Stiles stared at her strangely. She nudged him with her elbow laughing. "You don't have an issue with crazy naked werewolves, right?"

"Uh… No?" Stiles answered apprehensively.

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Micah glared at Stiles from across the island in the modern styled kitchen of the manor as he bared his fangs whenever Lyca had her back turned slopping peanut butter into the blender. Eyes flashing amber every now and then as he tried to get the other male to leave, only to smile happily when Lyca handed him a milkshake. "So you made the team?"

"Yeah… I almost cracked Jackson in his baby maker." Lyca snickered as she slid Stiles his milkshake before dumping more ice cream and a little bit of milk in the blender as she started mixing up another batch. After a second she seemed to think about what she'd said. "The other front line. Um… The guy that's dating Lydia. You met her at lunch remember?"

"Oh… Right." Micah mumbled sipping at his milkshake as he glared daggers at Stiles before suddenly standing and walking out of the room.

"I don't think he likes me." Stiles' voice wavered for a moment before he realized someone was standing behind him. "Um… Hi?"

"Furor… Want a milk shake? I made the Lacrosse team today." Lyca turned to face her eldest brother, her beloved Alpha with a soft smile. Taking in his white eyes with a near prideful look, they made him look eerie in a charming way. The 6'11" blond just stared down at Stiles, waiting and watching before Lyca spoke up. "Oh… This is Stiles and Scott. They play on the team too."

"Right…" Was all Furor muttered, deep baritone almost making the room shake with the dark rumble of his silken voice. Picking up the milkshake Lyca eventually set before him, he offered one last cold glance at Stiles and Scott before disappearing as silently as he'd come.

"That's our Alpha. He's a tad anti-social… He's also my big brother." Lyca smiled as her headphones blared around her neck as she swayed from side to side to the beat of the quick paced music, tapping her fingers out as she poured her own milkshake. "They call him Tank."

"I wonder why… He looks like he can rip a man in half." Stiles said cocking a brow as he looked after the male that had left. Turning a smile towards Lyca he grinned excitedly. "You think you'll be playing in the game this weekend?"

"Probably not. I'm new so I'll be on the bench with you." Lyca laughed sipping her milkshake as she leaned against the island. The fact that Micah had disappeared so quickly no longer weighed on her mind, he always made his way as far from Furor as he possibly could. Putting her hands on the island she grinned excitedly. "So… Who wants to do something exciting?"

"What kind of exciting?" Stiles regarded her carefully. Scott was the werewolf, he was just human. Hopefully her little idea of a exciting time didn't involve something that would need internal repairing.

"Party crashing… Jackson's parents are out of town. And he's throwing a house party." Lyca gave the boys a sly smile as she waited for their reactions, nibbling her bottom lip before looking directly at Scott. "Allison is supposed to be there with Lydia."

"I'm in." Scott immediately replied as he set down his milkshake, staring at Stiles intently.

"Hell. Let's go for it." Stiles grinned all in for a little hell raising.