Stiles, Mary, Alice, and Jason were at the pizzeria, eating pizza like that day when Stiles learned that Jason's soul had been to Hell. Stiles started talking about the Alpha Pack.
"I know they don't want me to fight with them, because I 'can't fight', even though they never said anything, but I can't stand around doing nothing while I watch them try and tear each other apart." Stiles explained.
Mary nodded her head, her red hair curly and her green eyes sparkling with a memory. Her purple plaid shirt, rolled up at the elbow and opened, over a white tee-shirt, and she wore a red plaid skirt that went down to her knees and she wore tights. She was wearing combat boots.
"We fought them, and they were good," Mary said, and started picking up another slice of pizza. "You know freaky good. Five somewhat newborn, somewhat trained werewolves can't last against a group of Alphas. A barely trained huntress and a huntress with, like, a year of training, can barely make it out alive. We barely made it out alive with my magic and we had like three years of training, except for you, you were trained every since you were four. Two other hunters died, remember? We managed to kill two Alphas."
Mary looked at Stiles, who nodded. She still can't figure out why parents would take a four year old kid out to hunt a Siren.
They knew Mary had been talking about Allison and her hunter training and Lydia, who was training to fight with Allison. Allison was surprisingly good even though she had like six months of training, but not good enough to fight. Lydia might not make it, because four weeks of hunter training still isn't good enough.
"I know. But..." Stiles said, trailing off. For what felt like the first time in his life, he couldn't finish that sentence.
"But what? They'll try and destroy each other." Alice interrupted. Her black hair straight and a red bow barrette in her hair, and she was basically wearing the same clothing like Mary, but her plaid shirt was black and white, and her skirt was pure black, and went to her knees. She was also wearing combat boots.
They didn't seem to care that people was giving their little group strange looks, as if they can't quite figure out how a Gothic looking boy, two school girls, and a Sheriff's son could possibly become friends.
"They don't know that I'm a hunter." Stiles said, weakly.
"So what? It's better than letting your friends and the Alpha Pack try and fight each other to death. So who cares if they stop hanging out with you, because of it? If they were truly your friends, they wouldn't let you being a hunter get in the way." Alice snapped out, acid dripping off of her words, and Stiles just stared at her in shock.
"Hell, we don't even care that Jason's asexual." Mary said and looked at Jason who just gaped at her.
"Tell it to the world why don't you?" Jason said, his face turning red.
Stiles knew they had a point. "Fine, I'll fight with them, but I'm rusty. I didn't even wake up when Derek crawled through my window." The others rolled their eyes, they can't quite understand why the Hale Pack were so opposed to go through the door.
"Ooh. This is like when you and your dad trained us how to hunt, but instead we'll be training you." Jason said, smiling, apparently his embarrassment went away. "I mean, you're fighting skills are there, you just need to fight again, and you'll be good as new. I mean it's like having a second language. You haven't spoken that language in years, but you know it, just need to speak it a few times and then there you go, you're good at speaking that language again."
That was probably the most Stiles ever heard Jason say in a one hour time span, and Stiles rolled his eyes. He had been a hunter for nine years, he's sure he can't forget how to fight, but he knew he'll be really sore after everything.
"Fine, I'll do it. But if I die in that battle, I'll find a way to get myself out of Hell, and I'll haunt your asses." Stiles threatened, but with a hint of a small smile, to let them he's kidding. He wouldn't go back to Hell without a fight.
"Fair enough." Alice said and smiled, the smile reaching her brown eyes.
"Fine by me." Mary said, and bit into her slice of pizza, a smile on her face.
Jason shrugged, but had a hint of a smile on his face. "Whatever." Stiles nodded. He didn't want to fight and expose his hunter status, but he had to, if he didn't want the Alpha Pack to win.
"Okay. When do we start?" Stiles asked, and regretted his question when the three looked at each other, then back at him.
"Tomorrow." They chorused together, with sly smiles on their faces. Stiles had a feeling he was going to regret his choice on helping the Hale Pack.
A/N: Sorry it's shorter than the other chapters. Originally Death was supposed to be at the pizzeria with them in this chapter, but I couldn't find a way to make him interact with them. And sorry, if I didn't describe what Alice and Mary looked like.
I bet you forgot Mary and Alice existed, did you?
Next chapter is going to be the training montage scene with Alice, Mary, and Jason helping Stiles regain his hunter training. Also, I know with Stiles going to Lacrosse practice and stuff, also helped Stiles stay in shape a little.
Anyway, what's your favorite line in this? I'm curious.
Little fun fact about this story: I originally had the idea that Jason was going to be a half-demon, but I couldn't quite make it work out in this fic for some reason. Also the whole sulfur, ash, death, smoke smell that Derek smelt in the last chapter was from Jason, because you know the whole 'Jason's soul got sent to Hell' thing and fighting a demon too.