22 reviews. Once this chapter gets up I hope there's more. Which it might get. I sorry for the uber long wait since I last updated. At first it was because I wasn't sure what to write or how to write it. Second was my laptop broke so i burrowed a friends but than i had to return it and went a while without a computer and had to type at school. Now I have my laptop back and I have the school computer. So i'll try to update every week or everyother week. Also I've been working on other stories/story so I'm going to try like hell to multitype stories.
I don't own teen wolf.
Thought I'd let you know Stiles and Jackson act childish a bit somewhere in the story. Not going to give to much away though.
This is UnBeta-ed like all my other stories/chapters.
~Previously~
She handed a sheet to Chris and had him sign it. Than gave him some officially sheets, stating that Stiles was now his son. She stood up. "A new license, I.D and anything else will be needed. When you do that, just show them that sheet." She said, pointing to one. "And that should be all. Take care Mr. Argent. Stiles." She said and left. Stiles leaned back in the seat. He was officially an Argent now. He would have thought it would have taken longer but Chris must've knew people.
She smiled, they were both dressed in all black. The sun shined off of him, giving him a glowing look. She could feel a draw to him. One better than her relationship with Jackson. She smiled at him. "Coming or not?" She questioned him, placing a hand on her hip. Derek watched her. He shook his head and smiled, started walking from his car to the house. Passing Lydia giving her a pat on the shoulder and walked up stairs. Lydia followed closing the door behind her. Her life was officially changed now. There was no going back to normal.
Stiles was left sitting in one of the many chair's that the living room held. Chris had once again left. Thoughts were running through his mind. Was Chris going to train him like he was bound to train Allison to become a Hunter? And Stiles couldn't get revenge on the beast that killed his father because Derek had beaten him to it. None of them knew where Derek was. Not since he showed up out of no where and killed his uncle. He disappeared after that. Not one word. Stiles was mad at the new Alpha because he took the life of his father's murderer. How was Stiles going to let out the anger he felt towards Peter, if he weren't there and anger that his father broke a rather important promise.
Stiles intertwined his fingers and his head hung low as he stared at his hands. Stiles could've have done something more. Take Peter's attention off his dad. Anything would have worked as long as his dad didn't die. Stiles didn't notice that someone had entered the room, nor stood in front of him nor the fact they were now kneeling down in front of him, trying to gain his attention.
Jackson walked into the living room after a few minutes Chris had left. He watched Stiles for a few moments, he wasn't moving except his breathing. His head was hanging low and it was something Jackson didn't see the younger lacrosse player do before. He sighed. "Stiles." He said, no reply. He repeated his name three more times, no reply. He than walked over to him and knelt in front of him, again saying his name. Again no reply.
He noted a water drop appeared on Stiles' hand but no sound of a sob or ready to cry escaped his lips. Jackson reached his hand out and rested it on top of Stiles' fingers and that brought Stiles to realize someone was there. He moved one of his hands out from under Jackson's and wiped at his eyes. Enough with the tears. This was a time to be strong and make his dad proud. Or would the term more proud, better?
Stiles looked up slightly and was met by Jackson's concerned face. "I've been calling your name for about five minutes." Jackson told him, not removing his hand from Stiles'. Stiles raised his eyebrow slightly. Really? Five minutes? "Must've been to into thinking." Stiles murmured. Jackson frowned which confused Stiles. Jackson shook his head and the concern look disappeared. "Come on. Where's the Stilinski who annoys the hell out people, especially me. The one who makes the most inappropriate comments in the most inappropriate times? The talkative kid who talks none stop about a topic or more topics in one?" Jackson asked him.
Stiles leaned back a bit. Eyebrow raised. After a few moments of thinking his eyebrow dropped and he stared at Jackson with a grim face. "Hidden. Doesn't want to see the world for awhile." Stiles answered. "And Whittemore. It's Stiles not Stilinski. Get it right." Stiles replied giving a small smile, which was returned from Jackson. "Come on, Allison and Scott wanna do something to get there minds off what happened. I think it'd be good if you came to." Jackson said, standing up, grabbing Stiles' hand so he didn't have a choice but to stand up as well.
Stiles had stood up when Jackson had, but he didn't take his hand from Jackson's enjoying the warmth it gave him and Jackson didn't seem to be mind the two holding hands. "Guess I have no choice. So what's the plan?" Stiles asked, following Jackson into the kitchen. Scott and Allison gave him a smile, their arms hooked. "Movies." Allison said, she grabbed her car keys from the spot they laid on the counter top. "Any movie? Or a specific movie?" Stiles questioned. There was a movie he had been dieing to see but with everything before the prom was hectic and now he guessed it still was a little.
"Well Allison wanted to see The Vow." Scott said, not sure if Stiles would want to see it with him and Allison. Stiles looked to Allison. "You two can see that and maybe Jackson would watch it too. But me. I want to see is The Woman in Black." Stiles said, as they headed towards Allison's car. "I'll see it with you." Jackson said, climbing into the backseat with Stiles as Allison got into the driver side and Scott in the passenger seat. Stiles smiled. "Awesome." He said, looking up at Scott and Allison. "But you'll have to let me know how The Vow is Allison." Stiles said, he was secretly but not to Scott a fan of romance movies.
Allison smiled at Stiles form the review mirror and started the car. "Sure thing." She said, she had noticed that when Jackson and Stiles had walked into the kitchen they were holding hands but didn't say anything, thinking it was comforting for Stiles and Scott seemed to think the same thing. But here in the car, the two were sitting closer than she would have thought they would and they had their fingers interlaced with each other. Maybe there was something more. She shook her head. There could have been. But than again she could be wrong
She pulled out of the driveway and started heading towards the plaza that held the movie theater along with stores and restaurants. On the way there, they were silent except when she had turned on the radio to listen to some music, the news came up and Scott had quickly put in a CD like it was nothing and it easily played into the beats of Neon Hitch's poisoned with love. They listened as the song played through and it changed to the next and the next. Soon arriving at the theater and Allison parked the car and the four climbed out, walking into the building.
Allison and Scott were buying their tickets before Stiles and Jackson. Scott had paid for him and Allison, they walked in chatting about something that seemed to be keeping their minds off of what happened, Stiles was thinking again as Jackson bought their tickets and snapped out of it when they were walking through the doors of the theater and was greeted with the smell of popcorn. He looked a Jackson who handed Stiles the tickets. "Popcorn?" Jackson questioned Stiles who was bouncing slightly. "Do you even have to ask that? Of course we're going to buy popcorn. And a large soda some...swedish fish too. Have you ever thrown swedish fish at people in the first row? It's so much fun especially since they can't tell who's doing it and I only got caught once I didn't get to see the rest of Grown Ups that day."
"Stiles." Jackson said, who stopped rambling to question him with a what. "Your rambling. I don't think swedish fish are a smart idea." he told the teen, both walking over to the concession counter. Stiles clapped his hands together, one holding the two tickets. Stiles pouted cause he wanted to throw swedish fish at people, it was one of a few things that improved his mood if he was down. But Jackson didn't know that. Jackson had bought a large popcorn, two large sodas, and when Stiles wasn't paying attention. The swedish fish. He paid and pocketed the fish and handed Stiles one of the drinks.
"Alright let's go see the movie." Jackson said smiling at Stiles who blushed slightly and nodded following the more built teen. He blushed cause this was a smile that didn't hold anything cruel or disgusting just a happy Jackson who seemed to like being around Stiles for once. Once at the ticket person, Stiles handed him the tickets and they were told where to go. Quickly making it there and getting situated in the back seat at the very top and middle. They sat down, the previews were still going and people started crowding in.
Stiles sighed looking at everyone. "Look how many people there are. Sooo many targets." Stiles stated, sitting up a bit straighter to get a view of the people taking seats, he felt a hand rest on his knee. He looked down at it than at Jackson who was holding a box a swedish fish for Stiles to see. A smile spread on Stiles' lips. "How did you even buy those without my knowledge?" He asked, reaching for them, but Jackson moved his hand out of Stiles reach. "Seriously?" Stiles said, giving Jackson 'you've got to be kidding me' look. "Quiet serious." Jackson replied in a serious tone but his facially features showed playfulness.
Stiles huffed than looked around for a moment, he grabbed Jackson's soda and held it in front of him. "Hand over the fish and or no drink for you." Stiles said, Jackson just stared at him like he was insane or had more than two heads. "What? You want your drink right?" Stiles questioned, just as he finished asking, Jackson took Stiles' drink and put it were his drink was. Stiles stared at him. "oh my god." He said, placing the drink behind him. He stretched out to grab the swedish fish once again having them put out of his reach.
One hand was on Jackson' thigh to balance himself as he tried reaching across Jackson's body to his left arm that held the fish of impending doom of ruining the movie for people and what was better it was a scary film, so someone gets hit with something they don't know what it is. Screaming like a little girl and jumping like hell in their seat. "Give me the fish." Stiles demanded, dropping his head to steady himself onto Jackson's shoulder glaring at him. "No." Jackson replied. "Fish. Now." Stiles said, Jackson shook his head no, a smile playing on his lips.
No one paid mind to the two teenagers as they argued over the swedish fish nor had anyone sat as far back as they did, more people sat to the sides or in the middle of the seats where most people were. Stiles leaned back and stuck his hand back behind him, in the seat next to his was the popcorn. His hand was full of the salty and buttery movie snack. Jackson had his eyebrow raised in questioning the other teen.
"You will hand over the fish or your face is going to meet the popcorn in a not so pleasant manner." Stiles warned him, bringing his hand around to show Jackson the popcorn he held in his hand. Jackson just smirked, Stiles' hand went for Jackson's face but was caught at the wrist stopping him from shoving the popcorn into the co-captain's face. Instead now he flicked his wrist forward, causing the popcorn to be thrown forward and hit Jackson in the face.
Stiles just wanted the fish to throw at people but Jackson was preventing him from doing that, keeping them hostage. Jackson stared at Stiles for a minute. "You threw popcorn in my face." He stated. "Obviously." Stiles remarked. "You wasted popcorn." Jackson added. Stiles laughed quietly. "Because you won't give me the fish to throw at people. Come on Jacks, just give me the fish and shove the popcorn in your mouth instead of me throwing it at your face."Stiles said, leaning back in his seat as Jackson still held his wrist.
After a minute Jackson let go and handed Stiles the swedish fish box. "You owe me." He told him and reached around him to grab the tub of popcorn proceeding to wipe his face with his sleeve. Stiles grinned like a mad man when he got the fish and opened them quickly, grabbing one and waiting for the previews to end and the threater to darken. Which wasn't long with the two of them acting childish. Stiles leaned close to Jackson. "And what exactly would I owe you?" He questioned as he tossed a fish threw the air and it hit someone who looked around trying to find the person who threw it. Stiles smiled.
"You'll find out." Jackson replied, tossing popcorn into his mouth and munched on it watching as Stiles threw/pelted fish at people. He stopped once the movie had actually began and threw one now and again, watching people jump. Stiles was covering his mouth from laughing to loudly when he gotten someone to scream. He had eaten some popcorn and ate a few swedish fish. Subconsciously leaning against Jackson while the movie progressed on, and legs propped up at the angle he was leaning, Jackson had his arm around Stiles.
Stiles tried a few times to toss popcorn in the air and catching it but failed most of the time. In result it landing on his face or on Jackson...or the floor. Usually Stiles dropped a lot of things of the theater's floor and they obviously had to clean up after him cause it's what they got paid for. Jackson's left hand had rested on top of his head once he stopped trying to catch the popcorn. Stiles was comfortable the way he was and Jackson didn't seem to be complaining about having Stiles half laying on him.
Stiles still managed to pelt a few more people while half laying half sitting. Stiles wondered how Scott and Allison's movie was going, he bet they were making out in the darkest corner their theater had. He looked at Jackson who seemed focus on watching the movie. The different lights the movie gave off, painted over his face in different shadows. Stiles began tapping his finger against his stomach where it laid. Jackson was much nicer now, not yelling at him to shut up or glaring at him.
Also it was Jackson who had calmed him down from his panic attack the night before. Came into the living room, where as easily it could have been Scott or Allison. He thought about it, what other than what happened cause this drastic change in Jackson? Stiles asked it without thinking about what he was asking. "Do you find me attractive?" He waited for Jackson to look down and when he did Stiles covered his eyes with his left hand. "I..Have no clue why I just asked you that." He said, hoping that wouldn't cause Jackson to change back to his old self. Instead of being pushed from where he was or being punched he heard a chuckle.
He removed his hand to see Jackson smirking. He raised an eyebrow. "So...you going to answer? Or leave me without one and hate that I even ask-"Stiles started but cut of when both of their bodies had shifted slightly so Jackson's face was hovering above Stiles', who tried backing up slightly, not trying to have Jackson's face that close to his. Though Jackson didn't move just seemed to wait more for Stiles.
"What do you think, Stiles?" he questioned in a whisper. His breath smelled like the popcorn with a hint of cherry coke. Stiles looked Jackson in the eyes. "Yes." He breathed and Jackson had pulled him into a kiss that was returned seconds later. Stiles laced his finger into Jackson's hair, propping himself up on one elbow on the seat, Jackson had rested a hand on Stiles' hip, trying to get the teen closer to him. Stiles licked Jackson's lower lip, who allowed him to enter and their tongues battled each other. Stiles could taste the salt and the butter that had been on the popcorn.
Neither was worried about being seen. It was a dark theater, who said they weren't aloud to make out in a theater? Stiles parted the kiss, needing air, though Jackson didn't move away from Stiles. Stiles looked up at Jackson, examining his features in the light or the little light the movie screen showed. "That was nice." Stiles whispered after a moment of silence between the two. Jackson smiled "I'd agree." He replied back lightly, brushing his thumb lightly just over Stiles' waistband and just below his shirt that pulled up ever so slightly to uncover his skin.
Stiles glanced at the movie screen, it seemed they still had time before the movie actually ended. He looked back at Jackson and made Jackson turn his head slightly using his hand. "I don't know if I got it the first time. Mind showing me again?" Stiles asked, Jackson looked back at him. Stiles was smiling, which soon had Jackson smiling. Stiles shifted slightly so he wouldn't have a seat arm digging into his back. Jackson moved his face close to Stiles stopping just before their lips met. "I would love to." Jackson whispered and before Stiles could remark with something their lips were connected in a kiss.
Allison was sitting next to Scott in the seat, cuddling while watching the movie. She looked at him. "I'll be right back." She said, getting up Scott looked at her questioningly. "Bathroom, duh." She replied, excusing herself to exit the row where they were sitting. She skipped down the stairs quickly and walked to the bathroom. After she went and hand scrubbed her hands cleaned and dried them she walked past the theater Stiles and Jackson were in. She looked around to see if any of the movie attendants would see her and bust her for seeing if she would be able to check up on the two. They were acting very different with each other.
She hadn't known what they two were up to. She walked into the theater and looked around in the dark trying to figure out where the two were sitting, not having any luck so far. She looked at the back and the screen gave a certain light she could tell it was Jackson. She covered her mouth so she wouldn't interrupt anyone who was watching the movie. She couldn't believe it. Stiles and Jackson kissing...well making out. She backed up out of the their theater and ran back to her's and Scott's, going back and taking her seat next to him. Heart beating faster than normal from the running. Scott looked over at her, leaned in and whispered."What's wrong?" She shook her head. Even though she knew he would tell she was hiding something from him.
His eyebrows knitted together and studied her. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." She whispered to him very lightly and turned her attention to the movie, pretending she was into it already. Scott had let it drop because they were in the movie theater, and he would probably be told to shut up more times than he would want to be. The hours the movies played were soon over. Stiles and Jackson walked out of the theater they were in tossing out the empty popcorn bag, empty soda cups and the box the swedish fish were in. Stiles had unconiously grabbed Jackson's hand as they made their way into the crowd of people as Scott and Allison found them.
Allison smiled at the two. "How was the movie?" She asked Stiles. Stiles returned with a smile. "Great. Well I actually didn't watch the movie." Stiles said. 'Busy tasting Jackson's lips' Allison thought. "I was throwing swedish fish at people. I actually got one of them to scream. Do you have any idea how hilarious that was." Stiles said, grinning. He looked to Scott and Jackson than back to Allison. "How was The Vow?" He questioned her, as they all moved to leave the theater. "It was sweet. Sad she lost her memory when she got into the accident." Allison replied. Stiles nodded, it was something he was going to have to watch now.
"So what's the plan now?" He asked, looking around outside. "It's a nice day." He added, staring out at the woods. Jackson, Allison and Scott started talking what a good place to go would be. Stiles continued to watch the edge of the woods as he faintly heard the voices that were next to him. He thought he saw movement, but didn't act until it went across his vision again. He bolted forward towards the wooden area, hand easily slipping from Jackson's. "STILES!" Allison had yelled after the teen. He made it in the trees faster than he would have thought. He ran farther than he probably needed to, and was spinning slowly in a circle scanning his surroundings, having picked up something to use as a weapon. He swore he saw red eyes and fur.
Jackson and Scott were talking as Allison had stopped to listen to them, next moment her yelling Stiles' name and his hand not in his had him and Scott stop talking and turn to see Stiles half way to the woods. Jackson glanced at Scott who started to move forward. Jackson running after him. "I think Couch should have let him play more." Jackson mumbled, as he and Scott lost sight of Stiles as he entered the trees and were soon in themselves. Not a few minutes later seeing Stiles turning in a circle and what looked like a thick branch from a tree. "Stiles" Scott called out to his friend, stiles turned and had the stick pointed at them both.
Stiles stared at them both, none of them moving. Stiles dropped the branch and dropped to his knees, Jackson and Scott by his side in a couple of seconds. Scott wrapped an arm around the younger lacrosse player's shoulders, to cease the shaking. "Stiles?" Jackson questioned, as had moved in front of the teen and knelt down. Stiles shook his head. "No." He said, voice a bit shaky. "I swear I saw him. He couldn't have ran that far! Scott you can catch him." Stiles stated, turning to look at Scott, slipping from under Scott's arm. "Who?" Scott asked. Stiles didn't answer at first. "Stiles. Who?" Scott asked again. Stiles looked down. "Peter." Stiles said, but all of them knew Peter was dead because of Derek, but when Stiles saw red eyes and fur, it was Peter.
Jackson and Scott exchanged worried glances, as both looked back to Stles. "Stiles. Peter is dead. Derek killed him remember." Scott said softly, as to not have Stiles start yelling at him. But that didn't help. "Derek...No Derek can't kill him. I have to!"Stiles turned to Scott. "I have to be the one to take Peter out. I saw him. You didn't. Go and sniff him out, find his sent." Stiles told his friend, the shaking had subsided and Stiles was being serious. Scott gave a Stiles a concerned look but did what Stiles said to but he smelt no other wolf in the area.
Jackson was helping Stiles to stand up. Scott standing up as well. Scott sort of didn't want to tell Stiles that he didn't smell anything different or anything that would make Stiles run again, but he had to. "There's no body else that passed through here, Stiles. Just use three." Scott told him, Stiles whipped around to run, but arms quickly enclosed him and was being held towards a body. He struggled. "You didn't try hard enough! Why can't you see him!" Stiles exclaimed, wiggling as much as he could, but Jackson had to good of a hold on him that he couldn't escape. "He's right there!" Stiles said, trying to point out but was glaring in a direction.
Jackson and Scott turned their heads to look where Stiles was glaring. There wasn't anything there but trees and empty space filled with small rays of sun. "I think we need to get you back to the Argent house." Jackson said, Scott noddi gin agreement. picking up the struggling Stiles bridal style, Scott and Jackson were making their way back slowly as to make sure if Stiles did manage to get out of Jackson's hold, one of them would be able to get the teen. The three made it to the edge of the woods to see where Allison parked was empty but soon realized that she had gotten the car and was driving up next to them.
Scott got the back door and held it opened, as Jackson wrestled with Stiles to put him into the back seat. "Will you stop struggling?" Jackson asked, as Stiles hand was pushing against his shoulder and a foot was on his hip, a hand grabbing onto the edge of the car. "Why aren't you listening to me? He was right there and you two turned your backs to him! He could've came after us and killed us!" Stiles exclaimed, as his hand slipped off the car, allowing Jackson to being able to push him inside. Jackson hopping in and the door closing behind him, as Scott climbed in and Allison locked the doors.
Stiles fighting with Jackson in the back seat trying to get out either of the doors. He was going to go after Peter and stab him in his throat. Allison was worried. "Scott what's going on?" She asked, glancing back in the review mirror. "Just drive, I explain later." Scott said, also glancing in the review seeing Stiles struggle with Jackson's hold on his wrists. They soon arrived back at Aliison's house and Scott and Allison saw Chris who was fixing something outside. Scott had gotten out of th ecar before Allison was able to stop and put it in park. Despite the small fear he had from the older man, there was something wrong with Stiles and that fear couldn't get in the way.
"There's something wrong with Stiles." Scott straight out said, Chris turned to look at Scoot from over his shoulder, to the car where it seemed Stiles kept his eyes on the woods, and Jackson had an hand on his arm, as if to stop him from running off. Stiles pointed towards the woods and looked to Jackson talking. From here it looked as if he said, 'he's right there. You still can't see him?'. Chris stopped what he was doing. "What's happened?:Chris asked. Scott looked to Stiles.
"I think he's having hallucinations."Scott answered.
Okay, so yeah very long wait, I sorry. But I figured i had to get it up quick since alot more people started to add it to their story alert and reviewed it etc. So here's chapter 6, enjoy.