"Stiles, I don't care what you're doing, we need your help." Scott said as he burst into the brewery.
"Are we suddenly not locking the doors?" Stiles asked as he strained a new batch of beer into the fermenter. "Hi Scott, how are you?"
"Danny's been arrested."
"I know." Stiles put the pot to cool and lifted the fermenter.
"What the hell? How did you know that?" Scott asked.
"I approved it." Stiles said as he staggered over to the door to the room with the other barrels. "Danny was hacking into very sensitive information, the kind of thing that shouldn't be released to the general public without permission of the persons involved. There are children who will be harmed if Danny let anything slip. I said they should put the fear of God in him to get him to stop looking into things that could put him in jail for life. Hopefully that'll teach him to leave it be."
"Stiles," Scott said.
Stiles slammed the door closed, "No, Scott. Imagine there was a database of every wolf every born or bitten, can you picture it? A place where your name, and Derek's and Danny, and Jackson's little girl, they're all listed. Someone tries to hack that list, maybe they're a hunter, maybe they're just a curious dumbass, you can't know which. You don't know if they'll wikileaks the whole database regardless of consequences. That's what Danny almost did. He almost hacked a database of people's name, their addresses, all their personal information. I get it, he wanted to know about Doctor O, but he did it wrong. Completely and utterly wrong. If that information got out, people would die, children would die. So yeah, I said, put the fear of God in Danny. Show him that he needs to fucking stop and why. Point in fact, I said they should look real fucking hard at you and Derek, because Danny has never struck me as the type to pull a hack like that without someone urging him to do it. Not since the last time he got arrested for it."
Scott just stared, but Stiles wasn't done yet.
"There's this woman I know, she's on that database, and her best friends should be. They're not though. Do you want to know why? Because the people who would want that kind of data? They took those four kids, they were barely sixteen, and they've left them broken. One's dead, one's insane, one's brain-dead, and the last was mind wiped. Technically he's functional, but he has no memory of the woman or the others. He's a perfect drone. If that organization gets those other names, they'll do the same, or worse." He glared at Scott, so close they were practically nose to nose. "So yeah, Scott. I said put the fear of God in him." He stepped away, brushing past the Alpha hard enough to make Scott stumble. "Don't worry, Scott. I'm not going to let anyone do the same to your pack. If they try, I'll let you put the fear of God in them."
"Didn't you already do that, with Doctor O?" Scott called after him.
"One of Doc's protégés is best friends with the Mystic Force Red Ranger," Stiles said, resting a hand on the door. "Doc already knew about a lot of things. He's even met a Vampire queen. Werewolves were like two-dollar bills, you hear about them but you never actually see one." He glanced back at Scott, "If Doc wants you to know about him, he'll tell you himself. Now if you excuse me, I still have work to do." He smirked, "This is a business after all."