Been awhile and I know it has since I've been going nuts not being able to update. But my computer crashed and was being a jerk about it so it was healing now it's back to normal and the writing shall commence. Hope you like this chapter.

Stiles and Scott had started covering up the wolf body when Stiles spotted it. The purple flower less than a foot away from the grave.

"Scott do you see that?"

He pointed to the flower and Scott cocked his head to the side.

"It looks like one of the drawings from my dad's journal why?"

Scott asked as he continued to shove more dirt over the wolf.

"Because that's wolfs bane."

When Stiles got a dead fish look from Scott he knew his friend was clueless. Smacking Scott affectionately upside the head he shook his own head in disappointment.

"Didn't you ever pay attention to my mom or were you just too busy stuffing your face with cookies?"

Scott smiled sheepishly.

"Truthfully it was definitely the cookies."

"Well then you're in for a world of surprise."

Stiles pulled the plant up by the roots and found it connected to a rope. Said rope was only there to be pulled in Stiles book so that's what he did. He pulled the rope and followed it in circles around the grave. When he was finally done he realized what it was. Someone had buried the rope of wolfs bane in a spiral around the dead wolf. Stiles was just wrapping up the rope when he heard Scotts quiet call.

"Stiles."

It was low but urgent and Stiles walked over to stand next to Scott and saw it.

In the grave was no longer a wolf, but a woman. Her dead eyes looking up at them and mouth open in a slacked jaw kind of way. It was the worst thing Stiles had seen since his mom died. And both he and Scott were silently panicking over it for a few minutes.

They started to rebury her in silence. Making the grave look as much like it had when they had gotten there as possible. Then Stiles stood up completely and said the few words Scott was both dreading and anticipating to hear.

"Now we call my dad."

Scott nodded in agreement and the call was made.

Inside the Hale house Will watched from the second story window overlooking the two. He had seen everything. From them digging and screaming like girls when they found the wolf, to the wolfs bane revealing the woman's body. All the while mentally fighting with himself to either go out and scare them off or flee himself.

"Who the freak is that?"

He questioned himself out loud as he watched the two of them cover up the body once more. He was too far away to tell anything other than that it was a female and they were very much dead, and very much a werewolf if wolfs bane did that to him. He might have hated his dad but he remembered everything he taught him. He knew what wolfs bane did to werewolves it was why he always had a little of it and mountain ash on him at all times. There were some dangerous freaks out there and he wanted all the protection and back up support he could get.

Will saw them take out a cell phone an got even more nervous. If they called the cops and they found him he would be sent off to some state facility for orphans. Cause who was he kidding for all he knew his dad had finally had enough and ditched him once and for all. Or the damn bastard was dead in a ditch somewhere.

At that thought Will had a pang of grief. Part of him wanted to believe that his dad had left him but a huge chunk knew that he man was probably long dead.

"Forget this I'll watch from the woods."

He mumbled to himself as he headed back down stairs as quietly as he could manage. Will took a water bottle he had already finished and put some tap water in it. He was about to leave when he remembered what Derek had done for him. He didn't know who Derek had decided to kill out there but he knew it wasn't that uncommon for Werewolves to take out a pack mate or two. It's not like any of the Hales had ever tried to kill him or his dad, and Derek did let him eat his food. Sighing he knew he couldn't be that big of a burden. So he wrote a warning note.

Dumb and Dumber found dead person called someone and took off. I'm out in the woods you might want to avoid being in the house for too long and you should burn or rip this to shreds after reading this.

See you later Beta, Will.

Content with his handy work he left the note on the table in front of the back door. Then promptly left through it. He figured standing around in the woods would be too obvious and decided to find a tree to camp out in. he wanted a good view of what was about to happen.

Will was woken up when he nearly fell off of the tree branch he had been sleeping on. It was already daylight out and cops were swarming everywhere. He saw Scott and Stiles there as well and wondered just how long he had been out. It had been days since he slept for real and from the little nap he had on Derek's kitchen table was nowhere near catching up on it. He hoped falling asleep in random ass places wasn't going to become a regular occurrence with himself.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and watched as a cop walked a cooperating Derek out of his house. That was definitely not what he was expecting. To see when he decided to stake out the house.

Scott leaned against the car and watched as his biggest threat was dragged away into a patrol car in hand cuffs. When Derek looked over to him he couldn't meet his eyes. He felt like he had betrayed the older wolf somehow but if Derek was a murderer jail was the place where he belonged. As he avoided eye contact with Derek he smelt something. Something different coming from the trees behind him. But when he glanced to them there was nothing other than trees. Shaking it off as his nose picking up weird scents on the wind, then he saw Stiles.

He was walking as casually as someone walking into a coffee shop and not onto a murder sight. Hands in his pockets and blank expression on his face. And he was headed straight for the police cruiser Derek had been put in. Scott want to rush over and stop Stiles but he didn't want to accidentally use his powers or new wolfy abilities in front of all of these people.

Stiles walked up to the police car and looked around for anyone watching. As usual no one was and he snuck in like Batman. At least that's how he thought of himself at the moment.

He turned around and his mouth spewed everything he was thinking.

"Just so you know I'm not afraid of you."

Stiles stated first a quick glare from the werewolf had Stiles rethinking the statement.

"Okay so maybe I am. Doesn't matter."

He finished confidently.

"I just want to know something."

He looked around and then back to the intense stare of Derek Hale.

"The girl you killed she was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn't she? I mean she could turn herself into an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that."

Stiles paused for just a second and Derek remained silent.

"Is that why you killed her?"

He asked.

"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem."

Stiles was slightly taken back by the words Derek spoke. He wasn't even really expecting the man to speak at all. And he was even more shocked when Derek continued to speak.

"When he shifts on the field what do you think is going to happen? Their just gonna keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing but you can."

Stiles wanted to say something. Anything to defend his friend but there was nothing to say. Derek was right, but Stiles didn't know if he could stop Scott. When Derek leaned forward and looked at Stiles with all the seriousness of the end of the world Stiles was still left speechless.

"And trust me you want to."

The words weren't said as a threat but almost as if he had been reading Stiles mind. Before the teen could do anything the door next to him opened and he was pulled out by his father. He was dragged painfully to in front of the car and then shoved into a standing position.

Derek listened to the hyper teen talk to his father from inside the car. He needed to know if the teens had told the Sheriff about any of this. And now was probably the only chance he was going to have to learn anything from the police.

"There stand."

The man said as he made Stile stand in front of him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He questioned franticly.

"I'm just trying to help."

Stiles answered, and Derek could hear the lie. It was a sign that Stiles had no intention of involving his father in any of this.

"Uh huh."

Apparently the Sheriff knew when Stiles was lying as well.

"Well why don't you help me understand exactly how you came across this?"

Derek wanted to know too since he was sure there was no way that those two idiots knew Laura was buried there.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

Derek snorted. Another lie. He himself had returned the inhaler and it's not like Scott needed it anymore anyway.

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night."

For once Derek didn't hear the lie and knew it was because this time Stiles was speaking the truth.

"The night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?"

The Sheriff asked.

"Yes."

Stiles answered exasperatedly.

"The night you told me Scott was at home."

"Yes!"

There was a half a second pause and Derek had to keep himself from laughing. Once Stiles had started telling the truth he forgot to listen for when to lie. It was good to know.

"No."

He said hurriedly.

"Awe crap."

Derek did chuckle at little at that one.

"So you lied to me."

Derek nodded.

"That depends on how you define lying."

Stiles retorted.

"Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position."

Derek wondered what was wrong with the two teens he had gotten mixed up with. They were idiots, and hopeless morons. He listened to them leave and someone else must have been watching too.

"Derek."

He heard the call shortly after Scott was out of hearing range. His ears pricked up.

"I'm gonna be at the warehouse. When you get out that's where you can find me."

It was Will, and Derek knew exactly what he was talking about. The only question was how did Will know about the warehouse and this kid definitely knew way too much to be left alone.

Stiles and Scott had been arguing in the car about whether or not he should play the lacrosse game when Scott started to shift. Scott found the wolfs bane rope in Stiles' bag and Stiles acted quick on getting rid of it. But he was too late. By the time he got back to the Jeep Scott was gone and he was expecting the worse.

He was speeding through the woods, and weaving in and out of trees looking franticly for his wolfed out friend.

Stiles took out his phone and called 911.

The minute he got connected the woman must have recognized his number because the first thing out of her mouth was.

"Stiles you know you can't just call the 911 hotline for anything right?"

"Yes I know! Look I just want to know if anyone's reported anything strange?"

"Strange how?"

"Uh a dog like individual roaming the streets."

He answered in a rush of quick thinking.

"I'm hanging up now Stiles."

"No! Wait, wait, wait!"

"Good bye now."

He threw his cell phone on to the passenger seat Scott had occupied minutes before.

"Damnit!"

He yelled, as he slammed on the brakes, threw the Jeep in park and got off.

"Always have to make things so difficult for me Scott."

He huffed in annoyance as he let it fuel his powers. Letting the anger and desperate feelings feed his powers so he could locate Scott. Except when he did he honed in on something new instead. It wasn't Scott he found when he threw his powers out to find him. It was someone else.

With a quick push of will he focused in on Scott, and pushed a silent command into his open mind. Just a little order to chase around some bunnies for a while until he calmed the fuck down. Once he was sure that's what Scott was doing he followed the trail to the new power he was feeling.

From what Stiles could tell the person was one of them. A witch like Scott and himself, but his powers didn't feel the same. Almost like the person didn't use often so the powers didn't grow. His mom had warn him and Scott that the powers could actually become unstable if they weren't used every now and then. But the backfires were just so dangerous sometimes people went years without using, and the powers became repressed and overflowed in a bad way. To the point where it could kill the person from the lack of control. He shook off the thought of someone dying so soon after seeing that dead girl at the Hale house. And focused on the fact that there was a person out there, close by who could need his help maybe more than Scott did at the moment.

He followed the trail all the way to the ironworks and then to a warehouse on the far east end. Stiles only hesitated for a second, since he wasn't really used to going in alone to things like this. Usually Scott had his back or at least was telling him how much of a bad idea it all was. But the point was he was used to Scott being there with him and it felt weird to be alone. Stiles took a quick deep breath to calm his suddenly shattered nerves and opened the large door to reveal a staircase. He flicked his hand and an illuminated light lit up his palm as he walked carefully down the dark staircase. As he reached the end of the staircase a flaming ball flew past his head. He ducked and threw the illumination to the ceiling, willing it to spread out and light up the whole place.

When no other attacks came he looked around the now lit warehouse and saw his attacker. It was a kid, maybe a few years younger than Scott and himself. He had dark hair and olive skin, was dressed in ripped up jeans that looked like most of the rips were caused from abuse to the fabric and not bought that way, and a black t-shirt. His shoes were filthy and worn out, with what used to be white laces now a mucky gray.

Stiles took all of this in within seconds and then rushed over to the kid. He was on his hand and knees, panting as gasping for breath. Stiles could hear the all too familiar sound of wheezing and knew this must be a backfire from using such a high level technique after not using for a while.

"Hey are you okay!?"

Stiles asked as he fished around in his pocket for the inhaler Scott had left with him. He quickly found it and handed it to the kid. The younger teen took the inhaler and used it like a lifeline four quick times. Within minutes his breathing calmed down and he looked up at Stiles with teary eyes. Not from crying but from struggling to breath for so long. It was something that used to happen to Scott a lot too whenever he had asthma attacks from exercise or backfires.

"Who are you!?"

He asked still trying to regain his breathing and pull away from a concerned Stiles.

"My names Stiles but seriously are you okay now?"

The younger teen nodded and ripped his arm away from Stiles to prove his point.

"What are you doing here this is private property?"

Stiles laughed.

"Awe man this is like the second time I've heard that this week."

He laughed a little more and stopped when he realized the kid was being serious. Stiles cleared his throat and tried to be as serious as his hyperactive personality allowed.

"I followed you."

He answered truthfully.

"Why? How?"

"How about you tell me your name first?"

Stiles cut in before he could ask any more questions. The younger teen huffed and looked away.

"Will, my names Will."

Stiles nodded.

"Alright well I followed you because I was looking for someone else and I found you instead so sorry."

It was a simple lie and Stiles knew it was believable for people like them. It was easy to confuse one person with power with another. One time Scott was looking for Stiles and wound up following Deaton all around town instead. It was the funniest day ever. He mentally shook off the memories and tried to focus back on Will. It was hard to keep his head on right after using for so long.

"Dude are you okay?"

Will's hand was waving in front of his face making Stiles nearly jump a foot back in shock. He never did well with fast moving objects.

"Yeah just foggy headed."

Will nodded and Stiles was once again surprised by how young this teen was.

"So why are you here? What is this place?"

Will moved away his face as stoney and unreadable as Derek Hales. Then it clicked in his head.

"Are you related to Derek?"

When Will let out a humorless laugh Stiles knew he was wrong.

"Yeah right. Me a Hale! A werewolf! Ha!"

Stiles nodded.

"Your right I don't think you would be a witch and a werewolf. That's just crazy cause who could possibly be a werewolf and a witch. Oh wait Scott, so that means I don't really know what is possible anymore."

Then Stiles realized his backfires were jacking with his head again and took a deep calming breath.

"Sorry I have this issue sometimes I didn't mean anything I just said."

Will was still looking at Stiles like he had three heads and Stiles smiled.

"I know I'm a freak but so are you so are you going to tell me what you're doing here."

"I have permission to be here but you don't so you should go before the owner comes back and rips you to shreds."

The kid like innocent smile definitely reminded Stiles of someone he knew but couldn't place at the moment.

"Well threat well set and for the record this isn't over."

Stiles head was already spinning and he could feel his grip on reality slipping slowly. His brain was like a tv with bad reception at this point.

"Later Stiles. Next time you should bring Scott around."

The sugary smile was still intact as Stiles mind started making the world tilt on its axis a little.

"We both know what happens when people like us use our powers Stiles. Stiles that's a weird name."

Will got a thoughtful look and Stiles ran a hand roughly over his head.

"If I have asthma attacks and I'm guessing that inhaler you let me use wasn't yours I wonder what your side effect is?"

Stiles laughed weakly.

"Sarcasm kiddy sarcasm."

Stiles eyes wandered to follow a fly around the room and Will smirked.

"Or a serious case of ADHA."

He noted as Stiles slowly brought his eyes back to focus on him once again. Then Stiles' eyes got big and he darted for the door. Will was shocked and on instinct didn't want to be left alone. When his dad had left he hadn't seen him again and Stiles was a witch too so he could help. Help Will get closer to Scott, help him gain their trust.

"Wait Stiles!"

He called out more urgently than he had intended to but it caught the distressed teens attention.

"I have to go Scott's about to do something seriously stupid and I can't let that happen. But I want to talk to you Will so I'll see you around."

Stiles flashed a tentative smile and then he was gone. Like a tornado of energy and nerves out the door, leaving a slightly confused Will behind. He wasn't sure why Stiles would want to get to know him but he wasn't about to deny himself this golden opportunity.

He had to get closer to Stiles to get to Scott. It was the only way.

Stiles had felt his spell fade and Scott headed over to the one place he had wished he wouldn't think to go. He went to go see Allison. Or possibly eat her if her father didn't pump him with silver or whatever the hell it was that killed Werewolves.

He arrived at the Argent house just in time to see Scott get hit by a freaking car. He was about to attacking the obviously insane hunter when the man got out of his car and seemed genuinely concerned about the injured teen. Then he watched as Allison ran out of the house and started chewing out the older man. Stiles snickered from his hiding spot. He could totally see why Scott liked the chick. She was kind of awesome sometimes. Not as meek as he had pinned her out to be.

Once Scott was on his feet, smiling and flirting Stiles knew he was okay. But from where he was kneeling Argent was looking at Scott with too much suspicion for it to be a simple sizing up his daughters possible boyfriend look.

It was more of a what kind of secrets are you hiding look that had Stiles worried beyond belief that the hunter was catching on to his friend. And Stiles realized it was getting dark, and that stars were really bright that night. Without really thinking about it Stiles hit himself on the forehead.

This was just not his day so far. He still had a lacrosse game to crash and a friend to keep from killing any of his opponents, teammates, or innocent cheering fans. Ah the job a best friend was never done. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his bottle of Adderall he kept on hand just in case something like this happened. Stiles downed three, thought it over and took a fourth. His mind cleared up and his mind was sharpened to a needle point end as he got up and headed back to the woods where his precious Jeep was waiting for him all alone in the dark.

By the time Stiles got to the woods, got his Jeep to the school and changed it was nearly time to go onto the field. He found Scott easily. And truthfully his friend looked a little freaked. When Scott spotted Stiles he sighed, actually freaking sighed. If he knew what Stiles had just been through cause of his furry ass he would be kissing the floor he walked on.

"You gonna try to convince me not to play?"

Scott asked as he laced up his shin guards.

"I just hope you know what you're doing."

Scott could hear the concerned tone in Stiles voice. He didn't want to worry Stiles or anyone. He just wanted them to understand. He wanted Stiles, and Derek and the hunters to understand why he was doing this, and that he didn't ask for this.

"If I don't play I lose first line, and I lose Allison."

He reasoned.

"Allison's not going anywhere. And it's one game you don't really need to play."

Stiles retorted back.

"I want to play!"

Scott said it harsher than he had intended and changed his tone as he continued.

"I wanna be on the team, I want to go out with Allison. I want a semi freaking normal life."

Stiles' eyes flashed for a moment with power and Scott looked away.

"We're not normal Scott. You never have been."

He hissed. He was angry. Scott could not only see and feel it, he could smell he anger coming off his friend, and hear his heart beat pounding with his rage. Scott shook his head.

"I know. I know."

He whispered weakly and he felt the pressure of Stiles anger recede quickly like it always did. Stiles sat down next to Scott facing the opposite lockers to him, and sighed himself. Then he turned to face Scott.

"Just try no tot worry too much while you're out there."

He blurted quickly.

"Or get too angry."

Scott nodded in agreement.

"I got it."

"Or stressed."

"I got it."

He repeated.

"Or think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her fathers trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you!"

He added making Scott worry just by mentioning them all.

"Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone if a hunter doesn't kill you first. Sorry."

He finished his own slightly panicked rant as Scott gave him one of his 'not helping' faces.

"Good luck."

Stiles finished lamely. Scott gave him a kicked puppy look and Stiles knew he hadn't helped at all in calming his friends nerves.

"You'll stop me right Stiles?"

Stiles nodded.

"Even if I have to knock your little werewolf ass out to do so."

Scott snorted.

"Like you could knock me out."

Stiles and Scott laughed as they headed to the field. It was show time, the moment of truth. And the moment that changes so many things. Luck was something they could only pray for at this point.