(So sorry haven't been uploading recently been very ill! And sorry this is quite short will be longer in future but time seems a luxury at the moment!)

"Oh bleeding Eroles" Squealed Stiles sucking his left thumb and cradling his elbow like a baby. A trickle of blood rolled down his thumb, Scott could smell it from miles, and he turned to face stiles laughing not at his friend in pain but the crazy curses that left his mouth. Scott hadn't felt more alive in weeks; it was as if a rush of energy has just resurfaced from the depths where it had been lurking for a century! Whatever it was Scott felt as though it wasn't going to come back, he didn't quite know how it had gone but he was glad it had. Everything had improved, he felt he could laugh at Stiles lame jokes and his grades had even gone up not by much but no-body really expected them to soar.

"Ooof! Flipping Budgies! And I thought I was ain' bad at this!" he cried throwing his lacrosse stick on the ground angrily.

"You're not bad" sighed Scott, squinting into the sunlight, holding back the chuckle "It's just you ain' coordinated, like a giraffe!"

"A giraffe ain' coordinated? Oww! It hurts!" he wailed walking across the pitch the pick up the ball that had recently thumped him on the hand! A black shadow paced up behind them fiercely.

"McCall, Stiles what do you think you're playing at. We got a game coming up soon and I'm considering captains!" he said staring down into them harshly, whilst waving his whistle like a loony "now I just... I ain't got time for playing about! I really ain' so you get your act together and start practicing!" he said stressed "And Stilinski get a plaster" He turned abruptly and marched away proudly into the sun near where the other players were practicing putting shots into the big goal.

Stiles shook his head, coach always just appeared so silly never actually intimidating! "You know Stiles you never actually told me exactly what you and Derek took me that night?" He said openly turning his stick in glancing up at Stiles who had an awkward, as if considering his words wisely expression!

"Well I thought about what you said ages ago about not being able to go to a doctor as they wouldn't be able to explain your blood!" he shook his hands about and paced from side to side silently.

"Yea" said Scott slowly.

"Well we just took you to someone who understood more well animal's a bit better because I don't know if you felt it but you looked awful! Like you were about to turn into a real wolf, I mean like half way there it was freaky man!"

"When you say animal you mean exactly?"

"Okay the vets!" he aimed quickly at the goal, coach was looking and put in an awful shot, it missed by miles!

"The vets!" smiled Scott unable to control his amusement "are you joking?"

"No I'm not Do I look like a joker to you!"He said trying to be tuff walking towards Scott fiercely like a penguin. Scott fell backwards scared dropping his head low and heavy, his instincts laughing at him.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean" he swayed slightly.

"I'm just kidding" said Stiles jumping into the air "but yea the vets and it wasn't my idea Derek said it!"

"Derek knew the vet, so the vet knew what we are?" he inquired

"Well yea I mean if he didn't he took you very well, you looked like you were about to transform into..." his voice dropped deep and dramatic "like something from the pit of hell!" Scott raised an eyebrow "but yea... it was strange you know the vet he gave you this injection!"

"What afterwards I felt that one!"

"NO no no..." he paused "before when we first took you when you were still thrashing slightly it made you stop I don't know what it was or how even but it worked!" he stared at the ground "interesting huh!"

"It's funny though Stiles I thought it was an average dream that night, Allison's a frequent person in my dreams" he mumbled slowly making sure no-on e else had heard "but she was the one who attacked me, made me an actual wolf! I just don't understand!" the figure walked back over angrily kicked the lacrosse ball hard towards them "If you don't get your ass moving your OFF THE TEAM" the figure yelled! Scott grabbed his stick quickly and charged back towards the goal followed slightly behind by Stiles, the team was in great format with their winter league coming up coach had them training almost everyday, even though he still hadn't bagged a new Captain, although rumors were flying that former Co-captains Jackson and Scott were once again first in line but also that Danny was catching up and may be in for consideration. Laps were the hard ship of the team with every member well except from Scott ending up from practice absolutely soaked in sweat heading into the showers drenched and utterly exhausted whereas Scott looked as though he could just keep running! Whilst Stile slay collapsed on the bench ready to die as he put it.