Author's note: Sorry about the wait! Also, not edited... ;)
Chapter 9: First Line
It was dark out when Stiles came home. Soon he'd video chat with Scott. Hopefully Derek would have warned Scott by then about participating in the game and/or try to help him control his inner wolf. Stiles didn't care either way. All he worried about was Scott's guilt if that happens he realized he lost control.
Once inside, he saw his dad waiting for him near the door and knew they needed to talk. Not just because of the nightmare he had on the weekend previously, but what happened when he felt that foreign feeling magic and sprinted off into the woods. By the time he fell asleep that night, he didn't even talk to his dad about what exactly happened.
"Stiles," The tone his father used was the only thing that made Stiles know it was about all that has been happening.
"Dad," was all he said.
"What happened?" his dad finally asked, going into the living room and sitting down before gesturing for Stiles to follow.
Stiles told his dad everything. He talked for at least an hour. He mentioned what happened that night in the woods, talked about Scott and what he became, described Derek, and he explained his dreams. He didn't leave anything out. He didn't want to hide anything from his dad, who knew everything about his powers.
"Oh Myrddin," he murmured, hugging his only son. "Why do you always end up in bad situations?"
"I don't know!" Stiles exclaimed. "It's like the world is out to get me! I mean, seriously? My best friend is the one to get bit by an alpha werewolf, out of every other person in Beacon Hills!"
"Stiles, calm down." John ordered good naturally. "We'll work through this together. Just don't keep secrets, I already know about magic and the supernatural so not knowing is probably going to harm me more, especially if I don't know what we are up against."
Stiles nodded and sighed. He knew that he needed to calm down because his magic matured again. It was just so frustrating! He just regained control and then everything went to h*ll when Scott lost control. Stiles wasn't even in that much danger, and his magic reacted harshly. What would happen if a real enemy came at him? Would his magic jump at the chance or stay buried inside him?
After they finished talking, Stiles went up to his room and chatted with Scott on the video chat. Scotts face popped up on the screen and they started talking about what happened on the lacrosse field.
"What did you find out?" Scott asked as soon as they were connected.
"Oh, it's bad, Jackson has a separated shoulder." Stiles said with a wince at the thought.
Scott has those ridiculous puppy dog expression as he asks, voice laced with guilt, "Because of me?"
"Because he's a jerk!" Stiles replied, trying to take away the guilt. And he wasn't even lying.
"Is he gonna play?" Scott asked quietly.
"They don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Stiles said.
Stiles was about to go on, say another thing about how he didn't feel like Scott should put all of the blame on himself when Jackson brought it on himself anyways, when he noticed a dark figure behind Scott. He prayed to God that it was Derek and not some murderer. The connection started to mess up and Stiles couldn't hear Scott and guessed he couldn't hear him either.
"What?" Scott asked when he saw Stiles's expression.
"It looks like..." he started to type on the message section, and the typing started appearing on the screen slower than he was typing it.
"It looks like what?" he read Scott's lips move.
"Someone's behind you." he finished, hoping Scott's slow computer received the message.
"What?" When Scott turns around, the dark figure comes closer and Stiles realizes it was Derek. The older werewolf pinned Scott to the wall and Stiles cursed.
"I saw you on the field!" he heard the man growl at his best friend.
Before he could intervene, the connection severed.
"D*mmit!"' he exclaimed, standing up and trying to control his magic yet again.
He got his phone out and quickly called Derek, annoyed when the call went straight to voicemail.
By the time the game's rolled around, Stiles knew that Scott has been stressed and peer pressured to the extreme. He heard about Lydia's plan to get Allison to meet new people, Melissa getting her schedule cleared enough to actually watch the game, Jackson's injury making him basically worthless when it comes to the game, etc. Basically, everyone but Stiles and Derek wanted Scott to play the game and stay on first line. So he wasn't exactly surprised when Scott showed up to play the game.
Jackson and his buddies are talking and jeering, and a quick hearing enhancement let Stiles hear them say a whole bunch of derogatory comments about his best friend. He tries to rein in his magic, and is glad that he is usually a benchwarmer. He didn't think he could control it on the field. He tried not to think of the irony that he is having as much trouble with control with his recently bitten werewolf friend.
"You're gonna try to convince me not to play?" Scott asked when Stiles walked up to him.
"I just hope you know what you're doing." the secret warlock muttered to his friend, trying not to worry too much.
"If I don't play, I lose first line AND Allison." Scott spoke with his puppy eyes on full force.
Stiles was aggravated. His best friend, since they were little kids, was only worried about being good at sports and having a hot girlfriend. He didn't even see why Derek and Stiles didn't want him to play, and wouldn't listen. He only thought about Allison. Scott should have been worried about accidentally losing control with his aggression and killing someone.
"Allison won't go away! And it's just one game, that you really don't need to play!" he tried to make his best friend see reason.
"I want to play! I want to be on the team, I want to go out with Allison. I want to live my freaking normal life. Do you get that?" Scott spoke stubbornly, jutting up his chin in defiance.
"I get that... Just try not to worry too much when you're out there, okay ? Or get too angry." Stiles decided to give up on making Scott see his view on things, and just wanted to help his friend keep his cool.
"I get it."
"Or stressed." Stiles continued.
"Yeah, I got it..."
"Don't think about Allison being on steps. Or that her dad wants to kill you. Or that Derek is going to want kill you when he finds out you played tonight. Or that you might kill someone. If hunter doesn't kill you first!" Scott gave him a look, as if he was trying his patience. "Okay, sorry, I'll stop... Good luck..."
He should really put a filter on his mouth, because he didn't succeed on helping the newly turned werewolf at all. Of course, nowadays he felt like whatever he said went in one ear and out the other one where Scott was involved.
They went out on the field, Stiles sitting on the bench. Stiles bit his nails in worry, trying not to let his recently stronger magic run wild. He didn't even notice the sheriff's presence until he asked a question.
"Why is there a recently turned werewolf on the field? Didn't you get Scott to not play today?" his dad questioned, worriedly scanning the players and keeping an eye on Scott.
"Well... that didn't go exactly to plan..." Stiles trailed off, managing a wince.
"Stiles...!"
"Look, I'm sorry! I can't exactly force Scott not to play. He has super strength for God's sake!" Stiles snapped, making sure his voice was quiet enough that no one overheard.
"Can't you maybe, use your magic to help?" the Sheriff asked.
"Maybe, I don't know any spells though. Also, I don't know how much energy it will take to tame the wolf inside him." Stiles explained to his father.
Every time he used too much magic, or did a complicated spell without enough energy, he'd get sick. He'd get a fever and get shaky, so he didn't want to have a repeat of that experience. Especially not when Scott was still learning control and needed all the help he can get. Derek might be able to help, but he couldn't do this all alone when he was still looking for the alpha that killed his sister and bit Scott.
As the game began, Stiles started to notice that something was off. Scott, first line player, wasn't getting any action on the field. No one was passing him the ball. He noticed Scott's energy start to fluctuate as he looked in the crowd. Stiles followed where his gaze was and cursed. Allison and Lydia were holding up a sign for Jackson.
He knew that Scott was getting angrier, but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't use magic out in the open like this, but he couldn't let this happen. What if Scott lost control of his inner wolf? What then? People's lives weren't as important as his secret, so he'd have to out himself in public.
Stiles let his eyes glow gold as his senses enhanced. He let his eyes, still bright, to scan the field. He saw the outline of the wolf surrounding Scott, and he saw it get bigger as Scott's eyes glowed. He heard minuscule sounds of growling.
"We need to win this..." he heard Lydia mutter.
She started to lift the "I love Jackson!" sign higher, but Allison didn't follow her lead like before. She didn't seem to agree with her new friend.
"Allison? A little help here?!" Lydia exclaimed, getting confused on why her friend isn't helping. Allison stood and waved the sign with Lydia half heartedly.
The game starts again and Scott's energy levels are getting a bit closer to even again, so he must have seen Allison's reluctance. The game gets in their favor when Scott plays with impressive skills, skills that Stiles still thinks as cheating since he's using werewolf strength. The crowd goes wild with applause, and Stiles can see Jackson's annoyance and Lydia's mask of indifference. Scott scores.
"McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach screamed, gesturing towards his newest star player.
Another player retrieves the ball, but Scott goes up. His eyes must've glowed because his wolf outline got a bit bigger and the player seemed frightened. Then, something unbelievable happened. The opposing team passed the ball to Scott. Scott ran towards the goal again.
Coach sat next to Stiles, who was still worriedly biting his teeth.
"Did the other team just delivery pass us the ball?" Coach asked in shock, eyes the size of golf balls.
"Yes, I believe so Coach." Stiles muttered, staring at his friend the entire time. "Interesting," Coach replied suspiciously.
Scott does more impressive moves, scoring yet again.
"Yes! YES! There it is!" the coach screams in victory, standing and fist pumping in the air.
Stiles, senses spell still in place, was able to ask the captain from the other team ask Jackson what was going on with Scott.
"I don't know... yet." Uh oh, that didn't look good to the warlock.
Scott stood in front of the goal, energy going crazy as his aura grew brighter.
"Come on, Scott..." Stiles spoke, eyes glowing gold again as he sent a calming energy towards his friend.
"You can do this Scott..." he heard Allison speak.
Scott must've heard Allison, because he calmed enough to score the winning shot. The crowd goes crazy and the spectators go out on the field. Stiles saw Scott drop his glove and claws at the end of his finger. The werewolf sprints away from the field, Allison following him. Stiles goes to follow after cancelling the senses spell due to exhaustion, when he sees his father on the phone, expression worried.
"Dad, is there something wrong?"
By the time got to following his best friend, his help wasn't needed anymore. He walked in only to see Scott making out with Allison. He makes sure to not look like a creeper, standing there and seeing them kiss, and hides behind the lockers.
"I gotta get back to my dad." Allison said when they parted.
"Okay..." Scott replied dazedly, eyes glazed.
Stiles showed himself and Scott came up to him.
"I kissed her." he said with a dopey grin.
"I saw." Stiles replied sarcastically.
"She kissed me." he said dreamily.
"I saw that too. It's pretty good huh?" Stiles asked.
"I... I... I don't know how but... I controlled it, I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this, maybe it's not that bad!" Stiles tries not to ruin his friend's progress by mentioning his calming magic might've been what tamed his wolf, and let him soak in the feeling of victory.
"Yeah... We'll talk later then!" he said, not wanting to break the bad news at the moment.
He went to leave when Scott grabbed him. No use trying to escape his super grip...
"What? What's wrong?"
"Dad got a call, the medical examiner took a look at the body found in the woods. The medical examiner determined that the killer was animal, not human. Also, they identified the body. It was Laura Hale. And now, Derek's a suspect."