"Scottie! My man," Stiles jabbed a finger into Scott's shoulder while they were walking to physics, "You have a pack meeting tonight."

Scott sighed, "Do I really have to go?"

Stiles jabbed another finger at him, "Well, duh, of course you do! You're a part of Derek's pack now, and you guys need to meet up regularly."

"You make it sound like I'm in a gang."

Stiles smiles "Think of it as the mafia. You're a family."

Scott stopped walking and turned to Stiles, "Not. Helping."

Stiles put his arm around Scott's shoulder while he beckoned them to move forward before they were late, "Oh, come on. Just go Scott! Plus… Allison is going to be there."

Hook. Line.

They move into the classroom, finding their seats.

Scott sighed and asked, "What time tonight?"

Sinker.

"Isaac says to be there at six."

Scott slouched in his chair, glanced at the door as Allison walked in and muttered, "Fine, I'll go."

Stiles did not do a happy jig. He definitely did not.

After school ended, instead of going home, Stiles headed to the Hale house. He needed to talk to Derek about the meeting tonight because if he didn't, this whole pack meeting could turn to shit real quick.

He parked his jeep in front of the house and got out.

"Hey! Anyone home?"

He looked at the house waiting for Derek to walk out. No one showed, not even creepy Peter. Where the hell was he all summer anyways?

While playing 'Where's Peter' in his head, Stiles turned around to go back to his jeep but saw Derek instead.

"Shit! You scared the crap out of me! Do you like creeping around and scaring little boys?"

Derek raised his eyebrow, "You refer to yourself as a "little boy"?"

"That is beside the point!" Stiles put his hand on Derek's shoulder, "Anyways, I'm here to talk about the pack meeting tonight."

Derek stared at his hand, "Off."

"Okay! No touchy the grumpy wolf. I understand! Now moving on from your personal space issues, we need to talk about the meeting."

Derek turned to Stiles, "What about it?"

Stiles flailed his arms, "Exactly! There's nothing to talk about now that the Alphas are gone."

Derek grunted, "Your point?"

Stiles mimicked Derek and raised his eyebrow, "My point? What's going to make them stay? What going to make Jackson and Scott stay?"

Derek stayed quiet.

"Exactly my point! But, don't worry. I have a plan."

Stiles looked a little too excited, and Derek was almost afraid to ask but did so reluctantly, "What's your plan?"

Stiles gave Derek a Cheshire smile, "Pack bonding."

Derek grumbled but heard Stiles out until the rest of the pack came to the Hale house at six.

Everyone arrived to the Hale house without any problems. The house is still in ruins but it is slowly being remodeled, little-by-little. The upstairs is, for the most part, uninhabitable, but the downstairs looks way better than then charred remains that use to preside there. There isn't a TV, much to everyone's disappointment, but there is any array of couches in the living room.

Lydia brought pizza, meat lovers of course, so the remains of that sat in the middle of the crescent they formed with the couches. Derek sat at the farthest end of the crescent, sitting in his own raggedy arm chair. Stiles pulled up a stool from the kitchen, Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson got the grand sofa, while Erica, Boyd, and Isaac got the three person couch at the other end.

Stiles cleared his throat in an awkward fashion, "So…now that everyone's feed, let's start this shebang!"

The pack just stared at him.

Lydia was the first to break the silence.

"Why are we here, exactly? It's not like there's anything else going on. The Alphas are gone, there aren't any Omegas, and there's nothing else weird going on."

Jackson wraps his arm around Lydia's shoulder while he quips, "Yeah, I have a life? I can't just drop everything for you losers."

Derek tilts his head and glares at him to shut up as he leans back on his chair, "We're a pack now. We need to act like a pack."

Stiles adds, "Yeah! Do we even know each other?"

Isaac looks at Stiles like he's stupid, "We've been going to the same school since elementary."

Stiles smiles at Isaac, "Really? Do we really know each other? How about this. Since we know each other so awesomely-"

"That isn't even a word, Stiles."

"-shut up. Since we know each other so awesomely, how about we prove it?"

Erica leans forward and grins, "This sounds fun."

"It's supposed to be!" Stiles excitingly says, "We can play a game. Starting with Scott-"

"Hey!"

"-we have to list all the things we know about them in order to prove me wrong. You guys interested?"

The pack agrees.

Stiles turns to Scott and says, "Let's see how much we know about our dear friend Scottie here!"