Stiles POV Stiles was happy, for the most part, he was getting along with the pack, Derek, and Jackson. Lydia and him were friends, no more crushing on her, and no more killings, well of the dead in the woods, torn to pieces kind anyway. That was until tonight. He was in his room doing his homework, he was surprised, that Derek, the uber-creeper hadn't came through his window yet, he usually did around this time, saying that he was just checking on him, before he flung himself out the window, on most nights. On some nights he actually stayed and read a book while Stiles did his homework, when got ready for bed, gone to take a shower, when he came back Derek was gone, and he just got used to it. His phone rang, he saw that it was his Dad and answered, "Hey, Dad, you gonna be late tonight" "Yeah, we found a body in the woods, so I won't be home tonight" has Dad said tiredly Stiles whole body froze, it was happening again, the Supernatural was done taking a break, and why it wanted to come here all the time he didn't know. He woke up and responded, "OK, I'll see you later and be careful" "Okay, Stiles" and he hung up with the promise that he would. After his father hung up, he immediately called Derek. "Yeah" Stiles took a moment to compose himself, but it really didn't help, "Dude, just talked to my Dad, he said there was a body in the woods tonight, he didn't give me any specifics, but I'm hoping it's not supernatural in nature, and I kinda know I will be wrong so, I wanted to see if there has been any weirdness in the woods lately" Derek sighed knowing that Stiles rants could go on if he didn't say something, "Yeah, there was something in the woods tonight, just caught a whiff, but not enough to be sure it was something dangerous". Stiles sighed "I guess that means were dealing with an unknown until we get some more information, I'll get dressed and meet you at the house" "No you won't, you'll be staying at home" Derek insisted, well more like demanded but he knew that this was going to escalate into more people getting killed and he wanted to find out what they were dealing with before it got out of hand like the Kanima. "No Derek, I'll meet you at the house who knows what this thing is and whats it's capable of" "That's exactly why I want you to stay at home, while me and the pack look into it", Derek made sense but that still didn't mean that he had to like it. "Derek-",he was cut off a by him, "NO, I want you home, tomorrow we can figure it out but just-" Derek paused , like what he had to say next was hard for him to say, "please Stiles" Stiles couldn't say no after that, he said please and it was the second time Derek was asking to trust him, the first was when he wanted him to break the mountain ash line to save Scott. He really couldn't say anything after that, but that didn't mean he would take it lightly. "OK fine, but you call me with any details you find and even if you don't call me to tell me you got something just call …", he was embarrassed to even say this, it's not like he cared for Derek in a romantic, at least not a lot, "to tell me you guys are safe". Derek sighed like a weight had been lifted, "ok", then the line went dead. Stiles couldn't really focus too much on homework after that so he went downstairs and fixed him something to eat, it wasn't extravagant in the least, just a turkey sandwich, but it took some of the worry off of his mind. He went back to his room and sat on the bed, he ate, and then reached under the bed pulled out a box, in the box was just some old trinkets from his mom, and one photo. He took the photo and sat back on the bed, it was of him and Damien, his first friend. He remembered the first meeting, the little boy with mocha skin, his mother would say, how lonely he looked in the corner playing all by himself, and couldn't help but to go over there and say hi, the happiness on his face was all worth it when they started talking. They became great friends from then on, his mom liked him, liked that he had a friend, he didn't have many because of his ADHD back then, and he didn't ignore him like the kids or call him weird, his dad like him just as much as his mom. He just accepted him. He remembers that Damien didn't have the best parents, they were always busy, but he was okay with that because then he would come over his house and he didn't have that sad look on his face all the time when no one was watching, he knew he was afraid of the dark and would panic sometimes, so he would turn the night light on and sleep together, not that kinda way, they were bros, they had each others back. When he first went to his house, he kinda got the feeling that his parents weren't normal, there were only old books and jars of plants in the house, not a family photo in sight, and when he asked him about it, Damien just said that they didn't take photos, and he thought that that was extremely sad not to have photos of your family, his mom took photos all the time, so he just told him to show his room, so that he didn't get depressed about. When Damien told him, that he had never had a birthday party, he went ballistic, "I can't believe you have never had a birthday party, not even presents?" and Damien shook his head no, "this is unacceptable, you will have a party, even if I have to die trying", OK that was over exaggerating a little, but come on every kid had a least one birthday party. When he told his Dad and his mom, they looked like they already saw what he saw, they told him not to worry about it and go to bed, but he heard them talking that night. "Jed, I don't know, the look on Damien's face when he sees the other kids with their parents, when I grabbed his hand, he looked so happy like his hand had never been held before" his mom sounded worried. His dad sighed, "I know you talked to his mother, what did she seem like?" "She was very neutral, she sounded very calm, when I her told that he was a nice kid and welcome over anytime, she kind of jumped at the chance to let us take him, she said that they would be very busy working and they didn't want him alone, she cares, it just seemed forced". His Dad sounded a little frustrated "Well they're coming over for the kid's party right?" "Yeah, they said, they would try to make it". His Dad's voice became firmer and angrier, "wait, they said that they would try to make to their own kid's birthday party, never mind that it's the kids first apparently". He heard his mom's footstep, "Jed, calm down". "OK, I'll meet them tomorrow and then I'll look into it" He Dad sighed. "OK", his mom said, then he went back upstairs and went to bed, hoping that his friend was alright. The birthday party was great, they had fun, Damien was smiling and laughing the whole time, even though his Dad gave me the side-eye a few times, like he was trying not to say anything. When he gave him the picture, he knew he would like it but, the happiness on his face was just confusing, like the picture was the best thing in the world anybody could give him, and Damien got up and tackled him, hugging him and crushing his lungs. After that night Damien came to school, and they had fun and he constantly thanked him for the birthday present and throwing him a party. He just said, "we bros, dude" and that seemed to be enough to get him to stop thanking him, but he could still see how much he appreciated it. That night his father got a call that Damien's Dad was kidnapped, his Dad left and his mom consoled him, he was worried about his friend, his dad had called and said he was safe, that he had talked to Damien's mom and that they were going to a family members house. He never saw Damien again. And his dad's body was found in the woods a week later. His dad had never told him what happened, and he didn't ask. He was lonely for a while, then Scott came and when his mom got diagnosed, he focused all his attention on her, and when she died, Scott helped him through it, but some part of him still wanted his friend back. When he learned how to get into his Dad's files, he found the ME's report, Damien's Dad, Matthew Williams had been shot multiple times and bled out on the forest floor carrying, a jar full of a yellow plant called Cinquefoil. When he looked it up, it was for protection, but from what he wondered, and why he did he have it. When he found out the werewolves exist, he researched, even looked in the bestiary, but still there was no clue, what the plant actually protected a person from. He heard a noise, and he looked up to see Derek staring at him. "You've been starting at that picture for a while" "Sorry, lost in thought", he got up and put the picture away, back in the box under his bed, "So any clues as to what it was?" Derek continued to stare at him, then he sighed, "Nothing much, the scent had a strong sour taste to it, if it appears around our territory we'll know" "Okay, did you at least get a look at the body", and Derek raised one eyebrow, as if saying 'Really?', "I know, I know, accused murderer and all , can't get close to the crime scene "and Stiles realized something. "Wait, I thought you were going to call" "Couldn't, cell died", he knew the other probably had their phones but he didn't say anything. "OK, I'll talk to Lydia tomorrow and see if we can find anything", and Derek nodded and climbed out the window. XXX When he got up, he found his father asleep, files all over the table. He stared at the files for a bit before deciding that he was going to look, he needed to know what happened to the body before he talked to Lydia, the clue of a sour stench wasn't enough to go on. He took out the pictures, and he was horrified at what he was looking at, it was a young girl maybe 16, or 17, he couldn't tell if he'd seen her at school or not, her body was twisted half way around, her front facing her back and her limbs twisted in different directions, her skin looked almost gray life, the blood had been gone for days, but the worse part was that her eyes had been torn out, he took few pictures with his phone. He looked at the other file and it said that there were burn marks in a circle around the body, he looked at those pictures but couldn't find anything that stood out about it, besides the fact that it was circling a body that almost looked like a zombie from a horror movie. He put the file back where he found them and woke his Dad, "Hey, Dad, you fell asleep, come on go to bed", his father got up and collected his files and when to upstairs. Stiles left the house got into his jeep and drove to school, thinking about what had happened to the girl. When he entered the school, he immediately found Lydia, "Hey Lydia, so my dad found a body yesterday, a girl I'm guessing from here, was killed horribly and I need your help in identifying what killed her", Lydia at him for a minute and simply said, "OK". "OK, so uh, the body was twisted around, like in a scary movie kind of way and there was a circle around her body left from a fire", Stiles then showed her the pictures. Lydia's face showed some surprise but she contained it, "OK, I know the girl, she's in 10th grade, her name's Rachel Johnson, and she was trying to unseat me from the social ladder, I may not of liked her but she didn't deserve this". "OK, we know who was killed, we just need to know by what and why", Lydia was still looking at the pictures when she asked him a question. "What did Derek have to say?" she then looked up, he wanted to know how she knew he talked to Derek but, he rather not ask. "He checked it out yesterday, said he smelt something but didn't get a look at what it was, and it's scent smelled really sour, so your guess is as good as mine on how that helps though", they started to walk down the hallway to class, when Stiles bumped into Jackson. "Can't see where you're going Stilinski" Jackson retorted "No apparently the shine from your ego blinded me", Stiles snapped back Jackson eyes flashed blue and before he could say anything Lydia intervened stepping up to Jackson and fixing his shirt, "Jackson, sweetie, I need Stiles for something so its best if you don't maul him, OK", she pecked him on the lips, and walked away. Stiles just stood and glaring at Jackson, "Stiles!", Lydia call down the hallway, he quickly followed her after giving Jackson the finger, when he caught up she turned around and handed him his phone, "I texted the pictures to my phone, make sure you put those pictures under lock, we don't want you in jail, and I'll look in the bestiary tonight to see if there's anything, oh and look up sacrificial rituals tonight" and walked into her class. Stiles walked to class, dreading this encounter, he doesn't know why but most of his classes had Scott in them, and for all of his wolf senses he still could figure why he was mad at him, It was pretty obvious, Scott could just be the densest person ever. He walked into the room and eyes focused on Isaac, poor Issac already knew what was coming, he had tried to get them to talk it out but to no avail, he was sadly stuck in the middle. He almost forgave Scott after he gave him the cutest puppy dog face but he stayed strong and told him that Scott needed to apologize. The only seat available was the one in front of Scott, he drug his body towards the seat and sat down, and as soon as he did, Scott ended up talking. "Dude, are you still not talking to me, come on man, I apologized for everything" "Dude, you have literally apologized for all the wrong things, and really apologizing for winning at Mario kart", Stiles could only shake his head, and Isaac was chuckling behind his hand. "Dude-", but he was cut-off as class began to start. He didn't get the chance to talk to him again during the class period but there would be others, Scott was nothing if not persistent. XXX Stiles went to lunch and looked at the two tables before him, the pack, consisting of Erica, Isaac, Boyd and sometimes Scott (when he was with Isaac), and the humes(excluding Jackson), Lydia and Danny. Scott had annoyed him enough so he sat at the hume table, "wassup, guys", Danny, just stared at him, Lydia, focused on a book she was reading, and he could already feel Jackson glaring so, he decided not to look his way. "So Danny, hows the tech stuff going, any new boyfriends, boy toys, or just toys?" Danny sighed, and shook his head, they go through this almost every day, "good, and no to every sex, or relationship question that you just asked me and for the ones in the future" "So that means you don't like to top?" Danny was going to reply but before Danny could say anything, Jackson spoke "Not that you would top, every knows you rather take it then give it" "Sorry but we don't need to talk about your sexual confusion right now, Jackson", Lydia and Danny sighed, round 114 had just begun. XXX Stiles walked into class, and sat at the only seat available again, next to Scott, it seemed that the whole universe was hell bent on having Scott talk to him. Before Scott could talk class started, he started get his things out of his bag, when he heard, "Hi I'm Damien Deaton", he looked up too fast and slid out of his chair and on to the ground, Scott tried to help him up, "Are you alright?" He wasn't listening though he could only focus on the 5ft,9 mocha skin god, wearing a blue jacket and some black pants, that was laughing and walking towards him, Damien had grew up and was here. He had a strong jawline, the creamiest skin, and the brownest eyes he had ever seen, and he couldn't believe he thought spoke creamiest. A familiar voice spoke next, "umm…Stiles, you said that out loud". He was embarrassed, he could feel himself blushing and the whole class was laughing. Damien and Scott was picking up his stuff while he just stared at Damien. "Stiles, honey, pick your mouth up and sit down" Lydia told him as she forced his mouth close and sat him down. Damien sat his stuff on his desk smiling, "it's good to see you too, thanks for the compliments,you grew up nicely too, and we'll talk later". He walked to the back and sat down before he could say something, he was tempted to turn around just to make sure that it wasn't a trick, a dream, but the whole group shot him a look that said keep your eyes up front and don't embarrass you're self any more than you already have. He couldn't believe it, he was stunned. Damien was back. He couldn't wait till class was over. XXX As soon as class let out, he raced outside to the hallway and jumped Damien, he was pretty sure the group was looking at him like he was crazy. "You're back" he whispered Damien laughed, "yeah I'm back and you're kinda squeezing the air from my lungs" he wheezed. Stiles quickly let him go, they stared at each other and laughed, "Dude, where have you been, what happened?" Damien was about to speak when Ms. Morrell called him to her room, he sighed, "look, I'll talk to you later promise" stared at him at bit longer then hugged him and left. Stiles stared after him, when he was hit with questions. "Dude, what was that?" "Who was that?" "How do you know him?" He didn't answer though, "Scott, follow me", and walked to Ms. Morrell 's office without a backwards glance. Scott wasn't the only one that followed though, Lydia and Jackson did too. "How does Stilinski, know somebody like that?", Jackson asked. Lydia answered, "I don't know but I'm about find out" Scott already knew though, "That's Stiles first best friend before I came along, he went away or something, I guess he's back now", Lydia and Jackson both noticed the sad tone of his voice, but still continued to follow Stiles. They stopped outside the office, the door was closed, Stiles turned around, "Scott, use you wolf hearing to tell me what they're saying" "NO, I'm not gonna do that", before he knew it, Stiles had him by the collar. Lydia and Jackson we're looking at him with surprise on their faces. "Tell me what they're saying" Stiles said in a dead serious tone. Jackson spoke, "I'll do it" "Do you have your living arrangements in order" "Yes, I do…did you seriously call me in here to ask me about 'living arrangements', if you thought that just because I'm under your 'supervision', that I would be living with you you're dead wrong." "No, I called you in here to talk about a case" Confusion was on everyone's faces. Jackson began to speak for Ms. Morrell. While Scott spoke for Damien, he gave in because the look on Stiles face said he would never forgive him if he didn't do it. "There was a killing in the woods yesterday, it seems to be sacrificial" they heard papers rustling. "How did you get these?" "I have my ways, you're mother said that you are to just be informed, to not get involved, she only wants you to identify what caused this" "OK, if that's all I'll be going" "The Order does not get directly involved, you did once and look what happened, you are not to get directly involved again, this is the message your mother wanted me to give you, oh and avoid the werewolf pack and the hunters if you can" "OK" They all ran into a classroom, when they heard a door slam, and footsteps walking away. "Stiles, answers now", Lydia demanded.