When Liam Stilinski-McCall discovers the Supernatural

A/N: Some of you guys have been asking for a puppy Liam one so here you go. In this AU, Sciles are his brothers and Liam was never bitten but Scott was. So everything is cannon but Liam's storyline. Also, I wrote this Pre-season 5 so this takes place in season 4 episode 8 (Orphaned) where they find the money in the red bag.

I hope you didn't want Liam as the puppy OF THE PACK! because thats not what this chapter is about. If that is what you want, I can write it, but I was totally in a Sciles + Sciam + Stiam kinda mood

Also, I know I said I didn't want to disrupt my Isaac stories but there seems to be a good number of responses leaning towards Liam centric stories so I'll insert this in to tie you guys over. Oh, and I'm calling the Sheriff 'John' okay?

Ages:

Liam Stilinski-McCall: 7

Scott/Stiles: 17

Prologue:

Scott's mom married the Sheriff pre season 1 (so the math fits) and Liam was born two years after the marriage so he is Scott + Stiles' half sibling. Everything still happened with Allison and stuff but Sciles are real brothers now and during Season 3 Liam was always at a friends house or stuff so he knows nothing about Stiles and the Nogitsune or anything supernatural at all. He does, however, know Allison died and that the others mysteriously 'left' (Although apparently Danny graduated early but I think Jeff was joking about that when he spoke in a interview)

Liam rolled over onto his side in his bed and sighed when he saw that the blinking red lights of his clock read '2:30AM'. He just couldn't fall asleep tonight, his mind was going everywhere. There was a new girl in his class, Hayden Romero, and he couldn't stand her. He and his best friend Mason were thinking of ways to get back at her after she got him in trouble for fighting with Mark Stein at lunch. That jerk totally stole his pudding cup!

A dark shadow fluttered across the wall and his eyes followed it. He felt goosebumps creeping up his arms and he shuddered despite not being cold. In fact, his forehead was dripping with sweat and his bed was suddenly too warm to be comfortable. He kicked off his covers, and turned on his lamp. He did a couple deep breathing exercises, the same that he'd seen Stiles do when he had a panic attack, and felt better. However, he was still certain that there was something hiding in his closet but he wasn't brave enough to check it out, even with his lamp on. As he pondered this in silence, he could hear the muffled voices of Scott and Stiles across the hall in their shared room. He knew his brothers would be brave enough to check out his closet. They were true Gryffindor's, just like Harry Potter in the books Stiles was reading with him. They were on Stiles' 'must do before dying' list; along with making his friends and family watch all the Star Wars films, and making the Beacon Hills High School's first line in lacrosse.

Liam slid off of his bed and ran to his door as fast as he could because the little boy was scared that the monster under the bed would grab his ankle. He swiftly opened his bedroom door and quietly stepped out his room, immediately feeling the morning chill. He felt naughty doing this even though he didn't have any intention of doing something worth punishing. He pushed his bedroom door closed to block any monster from escaping and let out a sigh of relief. He had made it!

Then, just as quickly as the relief had swept over him, anxiety rushed through his little body as he noticed the dark, empty hallway that he had to navigate in order to get to the sliver of light coming through the bottom of his older brother's door. He quietly tip toed down the hall, sometimes accidentally stepping on a squeaking spot until he finally reached their door.

Just as he was about to knock he heard Stiles say, "Five hundred thousand dollars? Do you know how much money that is?" That made him pause. Despite being seven years old, he wasn't as naive as his family assumed. He had noticed money was tighter then usual and tomorrow he was planning on telling his parents he wanted a paper route so he wouldn't have to ask them for money to buy toys. He felt so proud of his idea because he thought of it himself, and he would be like Scott who worked at the vet. 'A working boy!' he recalled Melissa exclaiming when Scott told her that he had gotten a job a few years ago. He hoped Melissa felt proud of him too when he told them. After all, what seven year old had a job? He couldn't wait to tell his friends!

And then Scott replied, "It's five hundred thousand dollars..."

"Its half a million dollars, Scott." Stiles interrupted. Liam had no idea what they were talking about but it seemed important and intense. He didn't want to interrupt them. He debated waking his parents up.

"I have to talk to Derek, the money's his."

"And Peter's."

"And?"

"Maybe we should proceed with caution."

There was a pause and Liam put his hand on the door handle, figuring now would be a good time to interrupt while they were in a lull of conversation.

"Caution, hmm." Scott replied. Liam held his breath so the two boys wouldn't hear his breathing as they took a pause in conversation to think something over. "Caution as in not doing anything dangerous? Like provoking Peter or, I don't know, being out of bed when you aren't supposed to be?"

"What?" Stiles replied, not getting what Scott was saying.

"Such as...LIAM?" Liam jumped backwards when Scott called his name through the door and let go of the door handle as if it had burned him. He thought he was being quiet. He heard some scuffling and then the door opened to a very annoyed Stiles and equally as annoyed, but also worried, Scott.

"Sorry!" He exclaimed and even though all he wanted to do was run into their bedroom and hide under one of their covers, he didn't care who's, he held himself back.

"Liam, what the heck little man? It's like 2:30 in the morning and we told you to never eavesdrop unless one of our girlfriends is talking about us!" Stiles said, as he rubbed his eyes in sleepiness. Liam took another step back in surprise and wrapped his arms around his little body in fear. He blinked slowly as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights coming from Scott and Stiles' room. It was a huge adjustment from the pitch black hallway he had been enveloped in moments ago.

"Hold on Stiles," Scott put his hand on Stiles' arm to keep him from advancing. He could smell the anxiety and fear radiating off his little brother in waves. "What's wrong bud?"

Liam sniffed and looked up at his big brothers. "S-sorry." Scott now smelt a wave of sadness and humiliation.

Scott sighed and crouched down to Liam's level. "What are you doing up?" He put his hands on Liam's shoulders.

Liam looked down at the ground, suddenly embarrassed for bugging his older brothers over something stupid as a monster.

"Never mind," Liam mumbled, pushing Scott's hands away and stalking back to his room. The two boys looked at each other and silently communicated who should go after him.

Scott relented first, just as Stiles knew he would, and ran after their little brother. It wasn't that Stiles didn't care as much as Scott but Scott could always get through to him better then Stiles ever could. He usually succeeded in making the kid cry. Or punch something. Scott was better. He was patient and kind and Stiles was always a little jealous of their bond.

"Kid?" Scott asked as he entered the room. He kicked some of Liam's school binders and toys away so the door could fully open. "Hey bud," Scott said as he approached Liam who was lying on top of the covers on his bed. Scott quietly bent down on one knee beside the bed as to not disturb Liam before he was ready to talk.

"Did you rob a bank?" Liam demanded after a short period of silence. Scott gave Liam his famous little puppy dog smile and shook his head in the negative.

"No of course not." Scott replied, 'We're not that poor kiddo." His parents might have not noticed but Scott knew that Liam was somewhat aware of their financial troubles. He'd known ever since he, Melissa, and Liam went to the mall and passed by a sporting goods store. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liam look longingly at a pair of Lacrosse shoes but as soon as he saw the price, $43.95, he didn't badger their mom for it like he normally would've. And Liam really could've used a new pair of shoes.

"Who's Peter?" Liam asked, jumping right to the next topic. He never had the patience for small talk.

"Wow, you get your bluntness from Stiles huh?" Scott joked. Liam had characteristics of both of his brothers; he got his athletic skills from Scott and his sarcasm and quick thinking from Stiles. They already began training him in Lacrosse and Coach Finstock already had a spot with his name on it when he reached high school age.

"You're avoiding the question." Liam said. Stiles had been teaching him detective skills because Liam had gotten curious about the board he had in his room with yarn and writing all over it. He was practicing to become a Profiler, an idea he'd gotten obsessed with after Stiles showed him one of the less scary, pre approved by their parents, Criminal Minds episode.

"You're too young to give me the third degree kiddo." Scott said.

Liam sighed.

"But if you must know, you nosy little puppy, Stiles and I are just involved in an online gaming site where we battle mystical creatures and Peter is one of the bad guys names." Scott said, getting a sudden flashback of Allison. He struggled but manages to push the memory away for the moment to focus on Liam.

"That's a stupid bad guy name." Liam replied with all the sass a seven year old could muster; which was a lot actually, considering the fact that he shared some DNA with Stiles. "Why not Berserker or Tes-tescat-...you know what I mean."

"Tescatnepoca? Where did you hear that?" Scott asked, his eyebrows rose high on his forehead.

Liam shrugged, "around," he said, purposely being vague. In reality, he and his best friend Mason, who lived down the road, had been eavesdropping on Scott and Stiles a lot recently and that word kept on popping up in their conversations.

"Hmm," Scott said while mentally noting that the pack couldn't have any more meetings here for a while. "You're far too observant for your own good, you know that buddy?" Liam nodded and Scott laughed. "Of course you do, you're our brother aren't you?"

"Ya, I guess."

"You guess? I mean I know you're too young for the birds and the bees talk but you should know you share the same DNA as us, right?"

"Scott, you're hiding something from me." Liam didn't say it as a question. It was a statement. A statement that Scott wasn't about to reveal he was right about.

Scott snorted. "What, do you tell me all of your secrets?"

"Yes." Liam said blatantly as if it was an absurd idea to even think about not doing that.

"Well when you get older you won't." Scott said sadly. He didn't even share everything with Stiles, his best friend and brother. Like he didn't tell Stiles that he was the one who deflated his soccer ball in the 3rd grade, not Jackson.

"No," Liam shook his head indignantly. "I'll always come to you for help. You're my big brother Scotty."

Scott heard his parent's car come into the garage with his werewolf hearing so he kissed Liam on the forehead and said "Let's sleep on it for now, okay?" Thankfully Liam nodded and cooperated with Scott, clearly tired beyond belief. Liam hugged Scott goodnight as he squirmed around in his bed trying to find a comfortable spot.

"Kid, I'll never let anything hurt you as long as you're my baby bro." Scott whispered as he turned off the lights. He couldn't imagine a world without Liam, he made his life complete.

Full Moon night

"OH NO! ROXY, COME BACK!" Liam chased the dog as she ran out of the yard, ignoring his parent's protests. He chased her around 3 block and into the forest. It was only the three of them at home, Scott and Stiles went out with friends two hours ago.

"ROXY!" He yelled. He heard a growl a little farther ahead and followed its sound. "Roxy? C'mere girl. Roxy!" He approached a tree, wishing he had cool night vision like Wolverine, and continued to call Roxy's name.

A pair of glowing blue eyes looked back at him once Liam had finally reached the tree where the growl had emitted. In the low light from the full moon the person looked a lot like Derek Hale. Liam stumbled backwards and tripped over a branch. He crab crawled as fast as he could until he was stabilized enough to run.

However, the moment he got back on his feet, the Derek-Hale-look-alike (Liam refused to consider anything else) grabbed his shoulders and held him in place. Liam trembled in fear and he felt his bladder loosen a bit and a few drops fell down his leg. Only when he whimpered, however, did the Derek-Hale-look-alike seem to notice his ever prominent fear. Liam kicked at the Derek-Hale-Look-Alike but he was pushed back against the tree for his efforts.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the Derek-Hale-Look-Alike promised, his voice rough and scratchy. However his words fell flat when his tone took on one less octave of a growl as well. Liam squirmed in his grip but he felt fingers, more like claws, dig into his shoulder to steady him.

Liam heard some leave rustle and he craned his neck over his shoulder and around the tree out of curiosity, since he realized moving anything under his neck was impossible. Liam caught the tail end of Wolf Scott changing form into human Scott and this Scott had Roxy behind him, her leash tangled up in twigs and leaves. He swore he saw Scott's eyes change from red to his normal dark brown colour and his fangs retreat into his gums.

Liam gaped at him in shock.

"Liam?" Scott asked in a tone much softer then the Derek-Hale-Look-Alike's. "Please tell me..." Scott looked up at the Derek-Hale-Look-Alike who shook his head in the negative. "SH*T!" Scott swore, kicking a nearby rock so hard that it flew over the trees of the forest.

"Oh my...you...wolf...what?" Liam gasped for an explanation.

"Scott, he looks like he's going to faint." The Derek-Hale-Look-Alike said. He released Liam from his rough grip and took a few steps back. "What is it with you Stilinski's and-?"

Liam never heard the end of that sentence as his legs gave way and he fell to the dirt floor of the forest in an unconscious heap.

"Liam?" A voice swam through Liam's drowsy head.

"Oh baby boy, please wake up." A women's voice begged.

Liam blinked slowly, adjusting to the bright light when he just came from darkness. He slowly became aware of his surroundings having been in the hospital often enough what with his mother being a nurse and his brothers being the ever so clumsy Stiles.

"Oh Li!" Melissa hugged Liam tightly. Liam wrapped his arm around his mother and noticed the IV in his arm. He heard a cough and looked up. Over Melissa's shoulder Liam could see Scott shifting awkwardly from side to side and Stiles rubbing the back of his neck. Liam pushed his mother away and just stared wordlessly at Scott.

"Liam," Scott stepped forward but when Liam flinched and stopped. All the memories of the forest had come rushing back to him.

"You're a monster." Liam whispered, his voice horse from lack of use. He choked on a sob that was stuck in his throat. Melissa put her hand to her heart and the Sheriff frowned. Stiles groaned and held his head in his hands.

"N-no I'm not Li." Scott's voice cracked and he was obviously trying not to cry. "I would never hurt you. We-" he glanced back at Stiles, "would never hurt you. Remember, I promised Li." He took another step forward and Liam's hands shot out in a stop motion, with his palm facing Scott and all 5 fingers panned out.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Liam cried out. Liam's heart monitor beeped loudly and at a fast pace. The family knew a doctor would be coming in momentarily to see what had startled his youngest patient of the day.

"Scott, Stiles, maybe you boys should go to school." Melissa suggested. Liam nodded in agreement.

"But mom-." Scott protested. Stiles put his hand on Scott's shoulder and whispered in Scott's ear. Scott pushed his step-brother away and opened his mouth to protest again when Melissa stopped him.

"Now's not the best time to explain everything to him." Melissa interjected. "Maybe after we'e all cooled down and-."

"I DON'T WANT THEM ANYWHERE NEAR ME!" Liam snapped suddenly. Melissa's eyes widened and she put a gentle hand on her youngest son's arm as his heart rate spiked even higher.

"C'mon boys, I'll drive you." Sheriff Stilinski took his keys out of his pocket and pushed the boys out of the room as Liam's heart rate steadied. Liam looked up at his mother, his blue eyes wide in shock.

"Mom, Scott's a-."

"Just focus on getting better sweetie." Melissa swept Liam's hair out of his eyes. "We just want you to get better."

Liam was released from the hospital that day in mid-afternoon and after a quick argument with the doctor, who was making him ride in a wheelchair out of the hospital, he was safely deposited on the couch in the Stilinski-McCall house with Melissa waiting on him hand and foot. She had been given the day off, with pay, to care for her son.

"Where's everyone else?" Liam asked as he slurped the soup Melissa had made for him. Melissa knew he was really asking about Scott and Stiles, he wasn't fooling anyone.

"Well," She said as she got comfortable on the couch. "John's at the station and the boys are still at school."

"Oh," Liam looked down at his lap.

"Do you want to talk a nap, sweetie?" Melissa asked. Liam shrugged his shoulder and Melissa took a knitted quilt and draped it over Liam's shoulders. She kissed Liam's forehead and stood up. "Try and get some sleep, I'll be in the den working on some bills."

Liam nodded his head sleepily, his eyes already drooping as she left.

"Scott?" Liam asked as he entered his bedroom. He found Scott hovering over a bloody body draped over his bed . Scott turned around, flashing his glowing eyes at Liam, and showing teeth dyed red with blood. Liam gasped and tripped over his feet to run out but Scott leaped over him and stood in his way. "S-S-Scott c'mon."

"You look delicious." Scott said as he leaned forward and bit apart Liam's shoulder. Liam screamed in pain!

Liam woke up with a scream in his throat and a hand caressing his face. He jerked away from the hand and saw a vague outline of a worried Stiles standing over his bed in wrinkled pyjamas. He had clearly been sleeping and had been woken up by Liam's restlessness and screaming. Liam examined his shoulder and only when he deemed it to be fully intact did he remember about the hand. He looked up, startled, and saw a faint gleam of light brown eyes watching him.

"Are you all right?" Stiles asked comfortingly. He was crouched down next to Liam and was still caressing his face, wiping away the sweat from Liam's forehead.

"Yes," Liam replied despite his lip wobbling.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know!" Liam snapped. He sniffled to stop his nose from running, a habit that occurred whenever he was heavily crying.

"Woah kid, don't bit my head off." Stiles ordered but he still kept the soft tone that he usually adopted when talking someone down from a panic attack or nightmare. Liam felt his bed dip as Stiles sat down on the side of it.

Suddenly, a sob burst out from a bubble in his chest and soon Liam was sobbing into Stiles' old, red 'BHHS Phys Ed.' Gym shirt.

"I-I-I've been having scary dreams about S-S-Scott." Liam wailed. His hands held an iron grip around Stiles' neck and it was clear that the younger boy had no intentions of letting go.

"Oh kiddo." Stiles wrapped his arms around Liam's waist and brought him closer. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked as he rubbed Liam's back.

"Sometimes I-I-I see him killing somebody." Liam continued to cry into his brother's shoulder and neck. Stiles could feel his tears seep into his tee-shirt but he didn't care. Stiles didn't have to ask who 'he' was (and wasn't that sad?) either.

"I can promise you that Scott has never killed anybody, squirt." Stiles said with certainty, emphasizing the word promise. Liam sniffled and turned his head to look at Stiles' face, not his teeshirt.

"How?" Liam inquired, batting his eyelashes at Stiles to keep the tears at bay.

"Well..." Stiles chewed his lip as he thought.

"Oh right," Liam's voice developed a bitter tone, much too bitter for a seven year old. "You've kept it a secret from me too." He began to pull away from Stiles but the older boy drew him back.

"Kid, I mean ya we did but-." Stiles stumbled over his words in an effort to quickly explain why they kept Scott's werewolf-ness from Liam. In honesty, Liam never needed to know about it and he was 7, seven! Who knows how long the boy could keep his mouth shut before letting it slip out to Mason or someone else, someone worse!

"What are you?" Liam spat out. He didn't think Stiles was a werewolf, he'd seen the boy play lacrosse after all, but he didn't know if his older brother was fully human. Heck, he hadn't known his other brother wasn't human until a few days ago. Actually, a few days ago he thought werewolves only came out on Halloween and were fictitious tales his brothers told him to scare him when they went camping.

"Me? I'm an average, hyper, 5'10 human. 100% human, from head to toe." Liam knew Stiles was trying to be funny but he didn't feel like laughing. He didn't know the relief Stiles felt when he said those words since he had been constantly sent to friends houses during Stiles' possession.

"Good," Liam huffed. He wiped excess tears away on the back of his hand. He pulled back from Stiles, this time the older boy didn't try and stop him, and he leaned back on his knees.

"I'm human, okay?" Stiles said, mostly for himself. It had been a constant worry that he would become Void again. It still was. Stiles' dad was trying to get his son to see some kind of Supernatural therapist but Deaton said they didn't exist.

"Have you always been?" before Stiles could attempt to answer that question another one popped into Liam's head. "Has Scott been a werewolf since before I was born?!"

"Hey is everything-?" Liam threw the closest item, a pillow, at Scott as the boy opened the door. Stiles almost applauded his quick reflexes, if it hadn't been used for cruel intentions.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Liam screamed at the now closed door. Stiles began to restrain Liam's arms as Scott reentered the room.

"Shh Liam." Stiles tried bouncing Liam up and down like he had done when Liam was a baby but Liam pushed away from Stiles.

"YOU'RE IN CAHOOTS WITH HIM!" Liam cried out.

"How do you know that word?" Stiles asked, getting off topic. "Did you swallow the dictionary again? Liam, I told you, paper isn't very yummy."

Liam shook his head, refusing to let Stiles distract him. "I CAN READ!" He yelled, in true Liam fashion.

Stiles sighed. "Li, I promise you-."

He glared at Scott, "OH BITE ME!" He exclaimed. Stiles chortled at Liam's choice of words.

"No Liam, I swear-!" Scott found it hard to watch how badly his baby brother was hurting since he knew he was at fault for it. He could see the pain on Stiles' face as Liam yelled at him. Liam had always idolized his two brothers, which both boys found amusing, and watching Liam being hurt emotionally due to their misstep was hard. Scott and Stiles may consider themselves brothers but Liam actually shared their blood, their DNA, their characteristics. He was their Mini Me through and through, and they adored him from the moment they saw him in BHMH. So, the fact that they're actions were causing tears to drip down his cheek was hurting them on the inside even if they didn't show it on the outside. They knew that breaking down was the last thing Liam needed at the moment.

"GET OUT!" Liam cried. He had temperament issues and a good set of lungs; his tantrums were never pretty.

"Liam, I'm sure you're feeling very vulnerable right now but-."

"Don't therapist me!" Liam rolled away from Stiles onto the other side of his bed before the older boy could correct him, since the word he meant was psychoanalyze. "Get out! This is all your fault!" Scott and Stiles exchanged looks and silently agreed that arguing with Liam when he was in this mood would be fruitless.

"Alright, good night kid." Stiles leaned in to kiss Liam's forehead but the boy put a hand in between his forehead and Stiles' lips.

"Night." Liam replied with a monotone voice. He crawled under his covers as the boys left and cuddled with the teddy bear his parents had gotten for him on his 4th birthday. All the toys, games, clothes, and books that Scott, and occasionally Lydia and Allison, had ever bought for him were in a bag in his closet. He made a mental note to add Stiles' stuff in the morning.

He couldn't believe they had kept such a big secret from him. He told them literally everything; what he ate, who he hung out with, when he went to the bathroom he would shout it, and the fact that they didn't trust him enough when he would trust them with his life was earth shattering for the little seven year old.

He clenched his eyes together and begged for morning to approach sooner. He'd much rather deal with his teacher, the devil in a dress Mrs. Herrington, then his brothers. And everyone in his house, and probably the whole neighborhood too, knew he hated math.

Liam had missed 3 days of school due to the doctor's orders of relieving him from stressful environment as his mind and body heals. Although he wasn't injured physically, he had suffered from a severe case of shock and emotional distress, so the doctor ordered that he should get comfortable with his surroundings before going to school. He also still refused to be in a room with Scott, sometimes Stiles was too much, but Melissa and John were working on it.

However, Scott and Stiles didn't miss any school and the Pack was aware that Scott was slowly becoming more depressed each day. Not just because they could smell his emotions but his actions and whole persona was sad. They didn't know many details, only that Liam had seen Scott in his wolf form, but they still tried their hardest to cheer him up.

"He won't even be in the same room as me," Scott complained at lunch. "And sometimes he won't even let Stiles in! He use to love us, we were his super hero's and now.."

"Now you're the super villains?" Kira offered.

"Not helping Kira."

"Scott, just give him time. Remember when Hayden found out that you were a werewolf and she punched you in the face? Look at her now," Scott looked over where Kira was pointing and saw Hayden, Lydia, and Malia in a deep conversation. "She's adjusted, it just took a few days."

Hayden, a sophomore, had been at the Sheriff's office waiting for her sister when she would have been attacked by a Kaimera had it not been for Kira. When Scott ran into the Sheriff's office to do damage control afterwards, Hayden freaked out and punched him. Ever since then, she'd been a part of the pack and Stiles wasn't the only human anymore.

"Ya but she isn't seven years old now is she?" Scott snapped.

Kira sighed, completely fed up now. These kinds of conversations had been going on for three days straight. "Scott you're acting like a petulant child. Like a girl who won't listen to anybody and insists that she's fat. Get over yourself; you've been sulking for days. I know Liam won't be in the same room as you so you'll have to get creative to talk to him but sulking isn't going to help."

Scott nodded, "I love it when you get all assertive on me." He gave her a quick peck and went off to find Stiles so they could brainstorm ideas.

"LIAM, PHONE'S FOR YOU!" Melissa yelled.

"THANKS MOM!" He ran into his parent's bedroom, where the closest phone was located, and picked up. "YOU CAN HANG UP NOW!" Once he heard the click he spoke into the receiver. "Hello?"

"Liam don't hang up, it's Scott." Scott said urgently.

"I said I didn't want to talk to you." Liam huffed into the receiver. He sat down on his parent's bed and leaned his head against the head board. "Mom tricked me!" He whined. "NOT NICE MOM!" He yelled, knowing his voice would carry downstairs.

"Kiddo, please listen to me." Scott begged.

"JUST LISTEN TO HIM LIAM!" Melissa called upstairs.

"Why should I?" Liam snapped. Melissa either didn't hear him or she chose not to reply.

"Look, I know things are confusing right not but avoiding me-" He paused as Stiles interjected in the background, 'avoiding us!', "is not the answer." Scott concluded.

"Then tell me why you have glowing eyes? And fangs? And claws?" Liam asked, jumping right into it.

"Li, this would be better if we were face-to-face."

"Hey, you're the one who called me!"

Scott chuckled, "all right. I'm a werewolf and have been since sophomore year." When Scott heard silence on the other end he repeated what he said and added 'Liam?' to the end of it.

"Werewolves aren't real!" Liam insisted. Stiles laughed in the background and shouted 'that's what Scott thought too.'

"Shut up Stiles! Liam, I know this is hard to believe but-."

"You promised they weren't real!" Liam yelled into the receiver, tears dripping down his face. Liam had gotten much more emotional those past few days then he had been all year.

"What? When?" Scott asked in shock. He didn't recall talking about anything supernatural to Liam. That was an unofficial banned topic under the roof of their new house when Liam was in hearing distance.

"When we went trick-or-treating last year and a werewolf jumped out of the bushes and scared me. And I came into your room because it gave me nightmares and you said-"

"Okay, okay. Why can you never remember anything this clearly when I ask you what Kira said about me when she babysits you?"

"I pick and choose." Liam said, eliciting a laugh out of Scott. "Wait, so you lied to me? This just gets better and better."

"No Liam-."

"I had nightmares for like 3 days and you promised that they were just part of my imagination AND THEN you would go out basically every month and turn into my greatest fear!" There was silence on the line so Liam took that as a few to continue. "Do you kill people?" Liam asked, switching topics. He got his restlessness from Stiles.

Scott sucked in a breath, "no I don't."

"But others do." Liam said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Liam we're talking about me here." Scott tried steering his little brother back on track. He was fairly good at it, what with being friends with Stiles since kindergarden. "Man, I know who gave you that gene." Scott replied and Stiles squeaked in protest.

"Why are your eyes red but Derek's blue?" Liam brought up. It had been a question that had been bugging him basically since he woke up in the hospital.

"You saw Derek?" Stiles asked, surprised.

"Well he looked like Derek." Liam pouted like little kids do.

"Oh ya, I forgot to tell you..." Stiles said something too quiet for Liam to hear but the sound of skin on skin made Liam think Stiles smacked Scott on the arm.

Scott sighed and held his head in his hands, "Stiles we'll talk about that later. Liam, there's so much to explain and if you'd let me be in the same room as you-."

"There so much to explain because you've been lying for so long."

"Liam," Liam could tell he was hurting Scott with his words but he didn't care.

"Well let me explain to you this, I promise it'll be short. I HATE YOU!" Liam slammed the phone back into its cradle and stomped off to his room. He was so loud that his parents could hear it from the kitchen.

"Well that didn't go as planned, huh?" Melissa stated. The Sheriff sighed and took a long sip of his coffee.

"We'll try again tomorrow." He promised his wife.

However, Scott wasn't so easily deterred. He wrote a note, put it in a sealed envelope, and slid it under Liam's door that night when he came home from a Pack meeting.

The next day, when Stiles was taking out the garbage, he found the note and envelope separately on top of the garbage but he didn't tell Scott. He figured that they were getting somewhere, since Liam had taken the time to open the envelope, and so he hopefully had read the note that Scott had stressed about all night.

Stiles tucked the note in his pocket and threw it into the open fireplace in the living room when he walked past it.

A/N: Please read and review

Sneak peak of the next Liam chapter: "Uh Scott?" Hayden asked. Scott didn't looked up from Biology textbook in response but Hayden knew he had heard her. "There's a bloody child out in the hallway calling for you and Stiles."