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Scott and Stiles spent the weekend at Stiles place. Since his dad was at the station most of the time it was easy for the two of them to brainstorm over what was happening. By Sunday night they were both sprawled out in Stiles room with papers, books, and caffeinated soda cans all around the place.

"It's pointless nothing in my mom's journals say anything about no backfires."

Scott sat up and lifted the leather bound notebook on his lap.

"Well my dad does mention some things about Werewolves here in Beacon Hills."

Stiles rolled off of his bed to land next to Scott on the floor. He took the journal from him and read some of the entry out loud.

"Today I finally say them. I hadn't expected the Wolf I was looking for to be little Laura Hale."

Stiles stopped as his eyes bugged out of his head.

"Dude! Laura Hale she's one of the survivors from the Hale fire a few years ago. She's Derek's older sister!"

Scott leaned over to look at the passage one more time and read the next few lines out loud as well.

"I had to show her what I could do to get her to confess but it worked. And now Laura has agreed to help me get what I want. All I have to do is find an Alpha and everything will change."

Scott and Stiles shared a silent knowing look.

"So you think my dad knew being a Wolf would stop the blow backs?"

Scott asked. Stiles nodded.

"Yeah and from this it sounds like he wanted to be changed."

"Whoa."

Was all Scott could think to say.

"But I don't understand something about this?"

Stiles said out loud.

"What?"

Scott gave his best friend the journal as Stiles stood up to grab more soda.

"If your dad knew about the Werewolves, and the Hale's why wouldn't he tell my mom and the others?"

He tossed one to Scott as the other teen shook his head.

"I don't know. We both know my dad wasn't the best person in the world when it came to honesty."

Stiles nodded.

"Yeah. But still it just makes me wonder."

He opened the journal and checked the date.

"This says it's from 1992, that's a few years before either of us were born."

"And a year before William Stark went all power hungry on everyone."

Scott added. They both knew the story from Stiles mom.

William Stark was Scott's dad's best friend. They grew up together, a lot like Scott and Stiles now. William's price for magic was also similar to Stiles, taking its price from his mind. Only he didn't go off into lala land like Stiles did. No, William's price was his actual mind. He would lose a memory every time, weather it was big or small depended on how powerful the magic he used was.

Stiles mom always gave Stiles this particularly sad look when she talked about William's backfires. Since they were so similar to her own sons she was in constant fear of her own sons gifts.

When Stiles mom was pregnant with him, and already married to his dad William had called a meeting with all of the witches. It wasn't uncommon for the five witches in Beacon Hills to meet up; they were all friends after all. So he calls them out to his house, says he found a loop hole in the powers they possessed. Stiles mom had been late because of morning/all day sickness, and when she arrived William had Scott's dad in a Darth Vador like choke hold. Everyone else was on the ground, bleeding and injured, she prayed they weren't dead. In the seconds between opening the door, and seeing all of this Stiles' mom turned her powers on.

Since she had been pregnant she had avoided using, afraid it would hurt Stiles in some way. But when she used it was like she had twice as much power and later she realized she must have tapped into her unborn child's powers as well.

In that moment she used her powers to form an energy ball, it was bigger than she had intended to make it but by the time she realized this it was already sailing through the air. It went straight through both of William's arms leaving gaping hole clean through his forearms. William dropped Scott's dad instantly and turned enraged eyes to her. Before he could take half a step towards her he fell to the floor. She looked up from his motionless body to Scott's dad who stood there panting and clutching his neck.

"You killed him."

She said shocked as she stared at the two teens. One dead, and one struggling to breathe.

"McCall!"

She yelled as she realized his backfire was kicking in and it wasn't a side effect of being choked that had him gaping like a fish out of water, but from using his powers to do something so extreme. Scott's mom and dad were only seventeen when all of this happened, William eighteen, herself twenty-one. Before she could reach for Scott's dad's inhaler her own blow backs kicked in as well and she was instantly rendered motionless. Her own backfire was a burning pain from the part of her body she used to produce magic. Her hands, and all the way up to her shoulders were screaming in pain, and it took everything in her not to yell out in pain. As her vision blurred, on the brink of passing out she saw Deacon getting up and helping Scott's dad. A part of her mind was relieved the older man was still alive.

He was one of the more powerful of their little group, his blow backs less severe than most of theirs, his was simply tremors. He would begin to shake uncontrollable, but he never used big enough magic for it to become seizure like.

When she came to she found out that William had learned that taking one of the others powers from them as they died stopped backfires. He thought if he absorbed them all he would be invincible, that he would never suffer blow backs again. Scott's dad was never the same after than day. She later learned that William had told him all of this before anyone had gotten there that night, and asked him to join him. And when Scott's father refused William had lost it.

Stiles and Scott always shared this look. One that both of them knew was a silent promise never to betray the other like that. They both knew it would hurt way too much to do something like that to each other. Though neither of them thought with there only being two of them that they would never try to kill one another just to get over it. They always vowed never to be like William and Scott's dad.

Little did William know that had been the day Scott's girlfriend Mellissa had told him she was pregnant with Scott. He was young and knew that the child she was pregnant with was going to end up just like him. With powers, and backfires, and he didn't want to teach his future child that killing one of their own was the only answer to getting over backfires. Scott's dad was always trying to find ways past backfires since most of them were so dangerous. Like his own, and Williams, not to mention Stiles' mom's wasn't that safe either.

"This means that he knew about the Werewolves before William Stark went all crazy on everyone."

Stiles added. Scott nodded.

"Yeah it does, but why wouldn't he tell William about it either? I thought they were best buds, tighter than you and me."

Stiles hit Scott with his socked foot.

"No one's closer than us bro."

Scott laughed as he rubbed his head where Stiles had hit him. Scott went silent as he put his hand down.

"I wonder if that's why he left."

Stiles face froze. He had been smiling but he dropped it the second the words left Scott's mouth.

"You and I both know that we'll never really know why your dad left."

Stiles replied quietly. Scott nodded and reached into his pocket as it beeped at him.

"It's my mom. She says to tell you I'll see you tomorrow and that I better have done any homework I had for the weekend cause if not I'm so grounded it's not even funny."

Stiles sat up on his bed.

"Is that a direct quote?"

Scott nodded.

"Yup. Sorry man. I'll call you when I get home. So you wanna keep the journals here to look over them some more?"

"Yeah. You know I'm never going to sleep again right?"

Scott chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his backpack.

"I'll call."

"Okay later man."

Scott let himself out via window. Stiles huffed.

"Show off."

As he fell back onto his bed. He lifted the journal up and started reading it from the beginning. Hoping to find more on the things Laura Hale taught Scott's dad about Werewolves. About twenty minutes later he got a text message.

Mom standin over me gettin ready to take cell just wanted 2 let U knw C U school N night Stiles

Stiles laughed. Mellissa McCall knew them too well. She knew that even if Scott came home from Stiles place he would either end up calling or texting him most of the night. Since school had started again she had begun taking the phone away so they couldn't.

All good Night Scott

There was no reply and Stiles wasn't really expecting any. Even if he did get a reply it wouldn't be until Scott's mom left for a late shift at the Hospital and he figured Scott would be long passed out by the time she left. So he spent the rest of the night reading all of the journal their parents had left. Combing through them as carefully as possible so he didn't over look anything. By the time he crawled into bed he figured he would get about four hours of sleep if he instantly fell asleep.

Yeah like that was ever going to happen. He thought bitterly to himself as he laid down.

The next day at school was hell for Scott. He spent all of first period berating himself about talking to Allison. All of second period beating himself up when he didn't say anything to her in first. Third period complaining to Stiles about how much he hated himself for not talking to Allison. Fourth period was spent staring at the back of Allison's head as he once again tried to get the guts to talk to her, and failing to do so before the bell rang. Lunch he once again complained to Stiles about being a chicken, and Stiles attempted to change the subject, and failed. The day went on like this for fifth, sixth, seventh, and then eight period came.

Scott was completely enraged with himself for not talking to Allison and when the bell rang he rushed to meet up with her.

"Allison!"

He called out. She turned and looked at him and Scott felt his heart jump.

"I wanted to apologize about the party, how I left you. But you gotta believe me when I tell you I had a really good reason for leaving like that."

She gave him a slightly amused look.

"Really? So what is this really good excuse?"

Scott ran a hand through his curly hair.

"I need you to just trust me that it was important. Do you forgive me?"

He gave her a sheepish smile. Allison smiled back and Scott felt his heart skip again.

"I guess I could give you a second chance."

Scott grinned. There was a honking noise and Allison turned from where it came from.

"Oh that's my dad I gotta go. Bye Scott."

She waved, he waved, and then Scott saw Allison's dad. He felt like he had just been shot. Oh wait he had been, last Friday night! By Allison's father! He was freaking but as the older man looked at him, smiled and waved, Scott faked it and returned the gesture. All the while he panicked on the inside until the car Allison and her father got into was long gone. He walked like a zombie to practice and moved sluggishly as he attempted to get ready.

Stiles passed the zoned out Scott in the locker room and paused.

"Did you apologize to Allison?"

Stiles asked, kind of hoping his friend didn't get rejected.

"Yeah."

Scott replied numbly. After Stiles didn't get anymore information after a few seconds he continued to question him.

"Is she giving you a second chance?"

He pressed.

"Yeah."

"Yeah! Alright so every things good."

Stiles said happily figuring Scott was just being weird cause of Allison fever or something stupid like that.

"No."

Scott said louder than his 'yeahs' from before.

"What do you mean 'no'?"

Stiles asked nervously.

"Remember the hunters? Her dad is one of them."

Stiles brain came to a halt at this information.

"Her dad?"

He asked, not really wanting to hear it again but having to ask.

"Shot me."

"Allison's father?"

Stiles asked louder hoping to break through Scotts thick skull.

"With a crossbow."

The other teen finished with a look of panic creeping onto his face.

"Allison's fath-"

"Yes her father!"

Scott yelled at Stiles who was still struggling with this new information just as much as Scott had when he found out and still was. Scott started to hyperventilate.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

His breathing became more sporadic as he freaked out. Stiles rushed over to him.

"Scott, Scott snap out of it."

He demanded as he slapped his face just hard enough to get his friends attention.

"He didn't recognize you right?"

Scott who was still slightly having a panic attack thought it over for a second.

"No. No I don't think he did."

He remembered the friendly smile and wave of the hunter.

"Does she know?"

Stiles pressed on once again as he saw Scott's mind wandering off.

"I don't know."

Scott said revamping his freak out.

"What if she does?"

Stiles tried to shush his friend as the coach blew the whistle, calling them out to practice.

"She's gonna kill me man."

Scott was borderline tears as this point and Stiles, even though he knew it was a bad idea used his powers to have Scott back in his lacrosse gear instantly.

"Scott, Scott, just focus on lacrosse."

He urged as he pushed the other teen to the field. Stiles watched as Scott dazed through practice until it was his turn to go up against Jackson. When Scott was thrown on his ass Stiles couldn't help but flinch a little for his friend.

The coach went over to Scott and told him something Stiles couldn't hear. Then Scott went again and this time it didn't end well. For Jackson that is.

Jackson dropped like a sack of potatoes when Scott hit him, and Scott fell to his knees a few feet away. Stiles didn't even realized he used his powers to run just a little faster to reach Scott.

"Scott?"

He asked hurriedly.

"I can't control it Stiles it's happening."

Scott said as he breathed unevenly.

"What? Right here?"

Stiles asked desperately. As Scott continued to breath heavier and since he stopped talking Stiles took all of this as a bad sign.

"Okay come on get up."

He grabbed Scott and nearly dragged the other teen to the locker rooms. As he ran past the bleachers with Scott he thought he saw a flash of electric blue but ignored it in favor of getting Scott away from everyone else. Once they reached the locker rooms Stiles dropped Scott to the floor as he began to shift.

"Scott, Scott are you okay?"

Scott looked up at Stiles with glowing amber eyes and elongated teeth.

"Get away from me!"

Was the last conscious thing Scott yelled as he went full on wolf. Within seconds of the words leaving his mouth he was attacking Stiles. Stiles didn't have enough time to move out of the way once Scott jumped him. His friend came close to ripping his throat out when Stiles panicked himself and activated his powers. He used them to drop water on them, taking the water from the showers and sinks, and making sure it was ice cold. For a moment Stiles couldn't help but wonder if it looked like that one scene from Percy Jackson.

Wolf-Scott freaked and jumped away as he rolled around as if he could get the freezing cold water off of himself. Stiles laid still on the floor just as wet as Scott while his mind wandered. He thought about everything he had read from Scott's father's journals and how many tiles were on the ceiling above him, then about how much he had wanted a dog before all of this had started.

"Stiles?"

Scott's voice cut through the fog in his mind and he focused back on reality and his freaked out friend once more. Stiles sat up and looked at Scott who stared at him with concerned brown eyes from the bench he was sitting on.

"What happened?"

Scott asked in a scared voice. Stiles sighed in relief.

"You tried to kill me."

He took off his wet gear, and stayed in just his wet practice uniform shirt and shorts.

"I told you before. It's the anger; anything that makes your heart pump faster is a trigger."

Scott stared with this look of pure grief.

"But that's lacrosse. In case you haven't noticed it's a pretty violent sport."

He whined. Stiles shook his head then looked straight into Scotts eyes.

"Well it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field Scott."

He argued Scott made a whining noise that sounded a lot like a dogs.

"You're not going to be able to play Saturday."

"I'm first line."

Scott said as if he was trying to reason with Stiles. The other teen shook his head.

"Not anymore. Cause I don't know about you but I have no way of stopping your changes, powers or not."

Scott groaned in anger and sadness.

"This sucks."

Stiles stood up and patted him on the shoulder as he nodded in agreement.

"Sorry man it's how it's gotta be."

Scott hung his head as he stood up too.

"I guess I tell coach tomorrow then."

Do not worry this is not the last update of tonight. I plan to have the next one up before dawn so keep your eyes peeled for it. Oh yeah and reviews make me super happy! Even the bad ones.