Sterek seems to be the main vote, so it's Sterek. You know unless some people vote other wise but I sorta don't see that happening lol. But thank you for the reviews, favorites, alerts you know that kind of things. Also I should have mentioned this was Unbetaed like every other story I have XD. Here's Chapter 3, hopefully longer I hope.
Also starting in this chapter is He/his is turning to she/her. Tiny fluffies.
Don't own Teen Wolf.
The three of them sat at the kitchen table in silence for about twenty minutes now. Stiles sat at one end of the table while Derek sat at the other end with Scott, having dragged Scott at that end because he still didn't believe 'Stiles' was Stiles. Stiles was sure Derek didn't believe her but after yelling at him with the truth you think you would have been acting differently instead of staring silently at her. Stiles shifted a few times in her seat, with the staring making her uncomfortable but the silence didn't help either. "How do we know you're really you?" Derek asked the dark haired brunette, her hands were resting on top of the dark oak table. Finally the silence was broken and Stiles sighed lightly. "Well I would have thought you would have figured out if I was lying about this or not. But hell why not just listen things off then. One."She held up a slender figure. "You're a werewolf. Only two others than the hunters know that. Two" A finger joined the other. "How would I know your name if you've 'never' seen me. Three." A third finger. " Who has the guts to call you Sour wolf in the first place other than me...and NOT get their throat torn out." Stiles commented, hand dropping to the table. Scott still looked a bit confused but hell Stiles would be too if the predicament was the other way around.
Derek didn't say anything yet, Stiles frowned and slapped her slender hand onto the table. "Okay, how this. You ask questions, any ones I would know the answer to." Stiles said, Scott seemed to get words back now. "You?" Stiles rolled her chocolate brown eyes. "Let me rephrase it for you Scott. Ask questions that the answers would only be known by Stiles and well you two." Scott and Derek exchanged quiet looks before they turned their gazes back onto the female. "When did you first call Derek, Sour wolf?" Scott asked the first question, the corners of Stiles' lips tugged up. "It was the night we went to the school, you know the shit howl than the wolf howl. Derek asking 'what the hell was that' and the usual threat of killing us." Stiles answered with a shrug. The two wolves nodded. "One." Derek answered, well that was one right so far. "Out of what? Twenty?" Stiles asked smirking and leaning back in his seat. Derek just shook his head, not as in 'no' but as in 'you must be stupid' way. "First time you two met me?" Derek asked. "The woods, the day after the police were searching for the other half of you sister's body. You tossed his inhaler at him, which happened to be what we were looking for." Stiles answered. "Two." Derek counted, Scott had nodded.
"Name of the girl you pin after?" Scott asked, Stiles huffed. "You make it all weird. It's not like you didn't pin after Allison." "But I got her. Name?" Scott replied, Stiles sighed. "Lydia Martin. Also that girl got a knack for talking fashion." Stiles answered, Scott nodded and Derek just held up three fingers. "How long have you and I been friends?" "Since we were eight." "When we were in the woods on the way to the spot I lost my inhaler. What did I say I could smell in your pocket?" "Uh...it was the mint gum. Which i didn't even know I had." Five fingers were being held up now. "Also remember what I said that day. That I noticed you didn't need it any more. You still thought I was lying to you about you being a werewolf. But look who was right." Stiles said, smiling. " What do you take to much of?" Derek asked. "Adderall." Stiles answered easily. "What's my mom's name and what is her job?" "Seriously Scott? Anyone knows that answer. Even Jackson." Stiles told him. "Just answer it." Derek growled out, Stiles' hand shot out in front of her. "Okay. Calm your wolfie self down. Melissa and she's a nurse." Stiles answered, crossing her arms in front of himself.
"So what is that six questions now? I'm pretty sure they were all answered right and well you're a werewolf. No sense lying." Stiles commented, it was quiet between the three of them, Scott seemed to believe it better now, so he and Stiles studied Derek. "One more." Stiles sighed, but waved her hand. "Okay, go." she replied. "Two nights ago, who was in the woods?" Derek asked, studying the female. "The three of us and well some unknown chick. She didn't give a name no matter how many times you growled at her. Said she was a sorcerer, so I'm thinking it's her fault I'm like this." Stiles explained, arms stills crossed. The silence came once again and seemed to drag out. "So" Stiles dragged the word out. "What was with the kidnapping act anyway. Didn't think a friendly 'Hello, how are you doing?' Was gonna cut it?" Stiles asked, using a bit of sarcasm. Scott shook his head and chuckled. "Oh yeah. That's definitely Stiles." He said, Stiles smirked. "Damn straight." "It was easier to just 'kidnap' you instead of delaying the matter at hand. You knew me, I didn't know you. You were at your house not looking like you and to top it off you knew about me being a werewolf. For all I could've known you were a hunter." Derek explained out. "Yeah a hunter at a Adderall addicted teen house waiting for a certain werewolf to climb through the window and shoot him with a magic bullet." Stiles told him.
Scott shook his head, sliding Stiles' phone across the table to her, Stiles happily took it back and started going through it absently. "It's weird seeing you as a girl." Scott commented, Stiles sighed setting her phone on the table. "Easier seeing than actually dealing with it yourself." Stiles replied, smiling lightly. Her eyes traveled to Derek, who was dead silent and had a different expression on his face, possibly his 'thinking' face. Suddenly Derek got up and started walking towards the front of the house. "Hey! Hey, hey! Where the hell are you going?" Stiles called after the older wolf and got up, grabbing and pocketing his phone chasing after him. "You have my jeep keys! You also have t-off" Stiles said as he ran dead straight into Derek, once again stumbling backwards but an arm shot out and wrapped around her small waist to hold her up right. Stiles hand was on Derek's bicep, holding on lightly and tried to process what just happened. She looked up to stare into Derek's green eyes. "Okayy, well besides the you stopping and me running into you. Yeah. That has to stop, I'm still getting use to the balance concept here and Lydia and Allison want to put me in heels and play dress up." Stiles commented, pushing against Derek's arm to get him to let go, but he didn't the grip tightened slightly.
Stiles stared at him with an eyebrow raised. "Going to Allison's" Scott shouted out to the two of them up front and left threw the back door. "Scott! Wait!" Stiles yelled back, turning in Derek's arm to look at the arch way that would have lead to the dining room that went to the kitchen. Either Scott ignored her or heard but didn't think it was a big deal. Stiles gave a yelp as she was pulled against Derek's body. "Wh-what'cha doing Derek?" Stiles asked, trying not to move to much, her hands resting against Derek's forearm that was wrapped around her stomach. "Not like this is weird or anything." Stiles said, sarcastically, tapping his fingers against Derek's arm. "Can we just get into the car and go back to the school so I can get my jeep?" Stiles asked carefully, Derek was acting strange and Stiles had no clue why. Stiles' breath hitched when Derek's face was near the crooked of her neck. After a couple of minutes she slowly let it out, eyebrows knitting together. "A-are you smelling me?" She asked turning slightly, receiving a low growl, stopping mid-movement. "Okay no moving. Got it." Stiles breathed out, fingers now laying motionless on top of the arm. After about what Stiles presumed to be twenty minutes or something, she leaned back against Derek, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
She sighed. "What's wrong with you?" Stiles asked, Derek shook his head slightly. "Oh. That's nice to know." Stiles stated. "Can we go now?" It took a moment but Derek finally let go, and was making sure Stiles knew to stop leaning, so she stood straight and Derek handed the jeep's keys to her. Grabbing them she smiled. "Finally! Let's go." She said, pulling the door open and jogging to the camaro, pulling the passenger door open and climbing in. Derek wasn't far behind and soon were heading the direction of the school. Stiles was trying to figure out what was wrong with Derek and why he did what he did. Than again she could just ask, but that didn't mean she was going to get an answer out of him. They were pulling up into the school's parking lot and Stiles noted that Lacrosse practice was just getting out. He stared at the players. "Coach is going to kill me." Stiles commented as Derek pulled into the space on the other side of her jeep. "Your coach won't be able to kill someone he can't find." Derek replied back, turning the review mirror so Stiles could see himself. Stiles looked in the reflection and saw herself. Chocolate brown eyes, flawless skin, waves of dark brown hair falling around to frame her face.
"When I get back to normal, he'll kill me." Stiles countered the wolf, opening the door and climbing out. "Don't be weird." Was all Stiles said, before closing the door and walking in front of his jeep and to the driver's door unlocking it, stopping to watch Derek speed out of the parking lot. "Guy's got some issues and I'm not talking about his furry little issue." Stiles commented to herself as she shook her head, pulling the key out and pulling the door open. "Did you stay after?" Stiles jumped and whipped her head to look at the offending voice that scared her. Jackson. Just Jackson. Stiles laughed. "Me stay after? That's hilarious. Nah, I'm just getting my hours of being kidnapped in." Stiles joked with him. Jackson stared at him for a moment than started to laugh, clapping her on the shoulder. "Sense of humor. I like it." Jackson told her, having slide his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sure you Jackson, but gotta do more than that to be considered cool in my book." Stiles commented, slipping from his arm, turning around to face him.
"Oh? What's more?" Jackson questioned, leaning back against his porsche, Stiles crossed her arms and leaned back against her jeep, thinking. Stiles smiled. "Gotta talk to a buddy of mine." Stiles said, Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "Derek." The look on Jackson's face was priceless. Stiles burst out laughing, covering her mouth. Slowly taking breaths to calm the laughter. "Oh my god. The look on your face was hysterical. Come on he ain't that bad. You know...once you get to know him." Stiles said, shrugging her shoulder. Jackson's face regained the little color it lost and he composed himself. Stiles smirked, clapping his hands together. "How about we go and grab something to eat and I'll make you more prepared to meet Derek without you having that look on your face. How's that sound?" Stiles questioned, checking the time, which she still had but you know. Who did she had to inform of her actions while like this.
Jackson seemed to relax some and nodded slowly. "Yeah. Sounds good, where do you want to go?" Jackson asked, watching the brunette think. "Sarah's." Stiles finally answered, smiling brightly. "They have the most amazing curly fries. I'll see you there." Stiles commented and hopped into her jeep, starting and pulling out, Jackson right behind her actions. Stiles had turned on the radio and turned it up a little bit to loud and was bobbing her head to the beat of the drums. Stiles tapping her fingers against the steering wheel as she pulled into the parking lot of Sarah's, catching Jackson's silver car pull in. Stiles quickly parked the jeep and cut the engine, pulling the key out, climbing out being greeted by Jackson. She looked around. "You parked fast." She commented, as the two of them walked towards the building. Jackson just shrugged. They soon ordered food and Jackson paid for both, they grabbed their tray and moved to sit outside in a small picnic area.
They took their seats, Stiles sat across from Jackson and grabbed a small curly fry and popped it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it, grabbing another and pointing it at her fellow Lacrosse partner. "First things first. You have to become a girl." She said with a straight face. "What?"Jackson questioned her, his face had confusion written all over it, than she started to laugh. "I'm kidding. Being a girl doesn't change anything cause there's this one girl he absolutely hates." Stiles told him, eating the fry in her hand. Jackson shook his head and grabbed his burger and brought it to his mouth. "So what is the real first step?" Jackson questioned before taking a bite of the meat. Stiles popped a few more fries in her mouth before taking a chicken tender and biting a small piece off. After swallowing that food and a few sips of lemonade she answered. "You don't have him hate you. Sure there are times he acts like he hates people but than again what you see first of the person is the first impression." Stiles explained, it was sorta strange for her to have Jackson's full attention.
"Second. "If he doesn't seem to like you. Make him like you. Talk about something he might like. He likes to exercise." Stiles said, than pointed at Jackson's arm with the tender. "And you play Lacrosse so that means you have to exercise. You know. I bet he played when he went to school." Stiles commented, taking a few bites of the tender to stop herself from rambling on to much. "I didn't say anything about playing Lacrosse, not today any way." Stiles shrugged. "I just know that Lacrosse is Beacon Hill's sport and well you seem like a guy who would play it." Stiles said, lying easily to the guy. After all Jackson didn't know who she was. "Right. Is there a step three?" Stiles nodded. "Don't piss Derek off. He gets all scary mean and tries to abuse you, like slamming against the wall. I don't know if it's more abuse to the person or the wall." Stiles commented, laughing lightly. She went to grab a few more fries before a wrist caught her wrist. "What are do-" She didn't get to finish, because Jackson was turning her arm side to side.
"Who did this?" He asked. "Who? What?" Stiles questioned looking at Jackson's face who's eyes were focused on her arm. She looked down and saw the bruise that was very visible against her cream colored skin. 'Shit.' Stiles thought, you could tell it was a hand print but what Stiles did notice that it took up most of her forearm. "It doesn't matter, it was an accident of holding on to tight. I'm an easy bruiser. So it's not big deal." Stiles fibbed smiling to prove it was fine and trying to force Jackson's attention from it. She took her arm back and grabbed the fries. "Now to continue. Scott pisses Derek off if he doesn't listen. So avoid those moments." Stiles stated. "Scott?" Jackson asked, attention off the bruise for now. Stiles raised an eyebrow. " Yeah. Scott. You know the one with Allison and on the lacrosse team with you. I don't think there are more Scott's in the school." Stiles rambled on, stopping when Jackson looked serious. "There's something different about him. He use to be really bad at lacrosse than at the first lacrosse practice, he was good. I mean like really good." Jackson explained.
Stiles shrugged slightly, he wondered where Jackson was going with this. "Maybe he trained over the summer." Stiles suggested, even Stiles knew the boy tried but asthma was sorta a bitch when you wanted to play sports. Jackson shook his head. "He had this white L-shaped thing. For asthma I think." Jackson replied. 'Shit, shit, shit.' Stiles thought frantically, Jackson was trying to figure out how Scott got better and it was a matter of time before he pushed to far and found out Scott was a werewolf and that would lead to him finding out Derek was a werewolf. "I'm sure your over thinking it. There's nothing to worry about." Stiles said, leaning back in the chair hoping to bring Jackson away from that conversation. Which worked, they spent the rest of the time talking. Jackson talking mostly about lacrosse but asked a lot of questions as to where 'Scarlet' came from and Stiles told him the lies. By the time he pulled his phone to check the time she discovered it was really late.
"Shit." Stiles said, standing up and shoving the phone back in her pocket. "What?" Jackson questioned, watching Stiles throw her tray away. "It's almost midnight." Stiles replied, moving past the table. "I gotta go and hopefully get a warn off from my uncle, I'll see you tomorrow." Stiles said, rushing off towards her jeep, Jackson joined a second later, making sure she got to her jeep. Stiles turned to look at him, it was more fun with a nice Jackson. "I had fun." Stiles said, turning back around to unlock her jeep and hopped in, but was stopped when she tried to close the door. She looked at Jackson questionably. "Yes?" "Drive safe." Jackson replied with a soft smile. Stiles smiled back and nodded, aloud to close her door and drove from the parking lot. Stiles couldn't help but think there was something else Jackson wanted to say. She tapped her fingers against the wheel as she speed through the roads to return home. "Or do." Stiles spoke aloud, shaking his head. Nope. That was just wrong there. Never in her life would Stiles allow that.
Stiles pulled into the drive way and cut the engine, getting out of the jeep as quietly as she could. Walking up to the door, opening it as quickly as she could and closing it. The same deal. It was quiet and she stood there for a moment waiting for any sound. When nothing came, she still slowly and quietly walked towards the stairs. "And where were you missy?" Stiles jumped and breathed out 'oh my god'. Wipping her head in the direction of the kitchen to find her dad staring at her. "I..uh...um.."Stiles stuttered out, not sure how to answer that. She didn't think he was going to be awake when she came back. "What? Didn't think I'd be awake?" Stiles shook her head. "Yeah. Stiles thinks that at times to." Stan said, shaking his head. "So where were you?" Stan asked, motioning for her to answer.
"At Sarah's. With Jackson." Stiles answered meekly, rubbing her hands together slightly. "Jackson? As in the Whittemore's kid?" Stiles nodded, the sheriff just smiled, in turn Stiles raised an eyebrow. "A good lacrosse player. Good boy too, doesn't get into any trouble." Stiles furrowed her brows together. "Right." dragging it out slightly. "Nothings going on. I don't think there'll ever be. Anyway I'm sorry for coming home late, I didn't think it was that late." Stiles said, Stan just nodded his head. "I'm going to go to bed now." Stiles commented and hurried towards the stairs and up to his room. "Damn." She said, seeing the pile of clothes on the bed, she cleared out two drawers and threw the clothing in the closet putting the new female clothes into the empty drawers. Changing into a pair of loose black sweat pants and taking off the bra and shirt replacing it with a very baggy dark blue shirt.
"Weird, weird day. Very weird." Stiles murmured as she climbed into bed and underneath the covers. "That weird?" Stiles jumped and sat straight up covering her mouth to stop a shriek. Glaring daggers at the tall dark figure that was climbing in through the window. Dropping her hands and huffing. "Don't you know how to fucking knock!" Stiles exclaimed in a whisper, after all her dad was downstairs. "And what if I was changing or something! Huh? I don't think that would be very nice of you to pop in on something like that." Stiles continued on. "It's just a body.' Derek replied. "Sure it is Derek. Sure it is. I just want to be my old self again. Jackson flirting with me is something that is really weird and I rather not have more of that okay." Stiles complained, flopping back into her bed and her hair fanned out all around her bed. It was silent for a moment before the bed dipped slightly and Stiles felt warmth next to her.
"Really? Come to have 'Cuddle Stiles Time' again?" Stiles questioned sarcastically, but made a small yipping sound as she was rolled on top of Derek, hair covering face and hands on Derek's chest. Which was shirtless. She huffed trying to move the air without moving her hands. The hands that were on her hips moved to swipe the hair from her face, Stiles looked down at Derek, scowling slightly. "Apparently it is cuddle Stiles time. But whyyy?" Stiles asked, not moving because the hands were back on her small waist. Compared to Derek, her body was smaller and slender. Hands would be smaller, arms legs, even necks. Derek didn't answer. "You having fun making me confused as hell?" Stiles asked, Derek nodded. "Oh! A response! But why nonverbal wolf? Why?" Stiles asked, Derek shook his head slightly and chuckled. Wait. Chuckled? "Just go to sleep." Derek said. "Yeah, I'll do that after my questions are answered." Stiles answered, using her elbows to prop herself up on Derek's chest. "Not answering them." Derek replied, moving swiftly so Stiles was no longer propped up by her elbows, face against Derek's collarbone.
"But that isn't fair." Stiles complained, Derek had started to run his fingers through Stiles hair. "Who said I was playing fair." Derek answered, Stiles sighed and lifted her head slight to slip a hand under her cheek to use as some kind of different pillow, the other just resting just above Derek's rib cage. "I don't think werewolves ever play fair. Got all this weird wolfie magic and shit." Stiles murmured sleepily. The warmth from Derek and the fingers running through her hair was soothing and comforting and putting her to sleep. "Gonna...kick your ass...when I wake up." Stiles said before closing her eyes and sunk into the darkness of sleep, hearing Derek chuckle. Oh yeah. Some research was in order as well.
Awwww fluffies :) Reviews please! Need more of them XD It's been three days and I've updated everyday so far!(Maybe cause the chapters are short...*Shrugs* hints of Sterek here of course. I was thinking of putting a hint of Stiles/Jackson just to be that way but maybe in the next one. Trying to decide what exactly I should do in 4. review/pm me something I just might do it ;D