Author's Note: I really haven't touched this one in a while but I figured I would do something to unwind a bit, nothing like some good old angst to unwind. If you're wondering about Stiles' powers go read Memories, it explains everything you need to know. It also explains why Sheriff Stilinski knows about werewolves. Isaac would still be in the hospital at this point. I own nothing.

The Birds

"Lydia, is that from the accident?" Stiles asked as she pointed at a bandage on Lydia's ankle. Lydia shook her head.

"No. Prada bit me." Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Your dog?" Lydia glared at Stiles for a moment before answering her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"No my designer handbag. Yes my dog." Stiles frowned leaning back in her chair. There was silence for a moment but Stiles couldn't keep quiet. This couldn't be a coincidence.

"Has he ever bitten you before?" Lydia's face changed slightly. Her eyes were drifting slightly like they did when she was having one of her visions. She shook her head.

"No. He hasn't." Both girls jumped nearly a foot into the air as something slammed into the window. Miss. Blake stopped speaking at the front of the classroom and glanced at the window. There was a small patch of shattered glass stained red. Black feathers stuck to the blood that spread into the cracks. One of the other girls in the classroom screamed. Stiles made to stand but before she could she spotted the black cloud of birds. She swore under her breath and the birds began to slam into the windows. She leapt out of her chair and shoved Lydia to the ground as one of the windows shattered. Suddenly the room was full of ravens screeching, and students screaming. Stiles felt talons dig into her shoulders and let out a cry of pain as she felt blood drip through her shirt. One of the ravens dove at her face and her eyes glowed purple blasting it back slightly but not before it slashed a talon across her cheek drawing more blood. The door to the classroom burst open and Erica and Boyd rushed in. They were armed with books, clearly having smelled not only the blood but the other people in the room. They dove into the melee as Jackson slid into the room and snatched a hefty text book off Miss Blake's desk batting at the birds that flew at his face.

Within moments the commotion was over and the students began pulling themselves to their feet. Stiles found Erica and Boyd practically lifting her off her feet, setting her on one of the few still standing desks. Jackson helped Lydia up. She looked shaken but unharmed. The floor of the classroom was littered with dead ravens, some of which were still twitching and the sounds of police and ambulance sirens rung through the school. Within moments Sheriff Stilinski was rushing in with several of the other officers. They holstered their weapons as the paramedics rushed in to take care of the students. Stiles slipped her phone out of her pocket and into Erica's hand. The paramedic said she'd need stitches for both of her injuries. Stiles pouted. Stitches meant scaring, on her face. She let them load her into the ambulance anyway as her father hovered. Since he was medically trained the paramedic stayed behind to help with other more minor wounds. Once they were alone the Sheriff turned to Stiles.

"The hell was that?" Stiles shook her head.

"Not sure. But I'm working on a theory." The Sheriff sighed.

"Does it involve your… furry friends?" He still had problems referring to them as the Pack. He'd found out about werewolves after Peter had kidnapped Stiles, again she might mention, and awakened her long locked away powers. Turned out her great grandfather on her mother's side had been a fae, making her a Fae Born, as Deaton called her. Even though she was several times removed from the magical member of her family she'd gained the perk of magical powers, unfortunately unlike the big bad bite those didn't come with improved healing and she wasn't quite to the healing spells in her mother's book yet. So, she sat and let Melissa McCall stitch her up. When she was done she insisted on being released and drove her Jeep, which her father had been kind enough to pick up from school for her, over to the old Hale house. Erica had dropped off her phone, she and Boyd were supposed to be guarding Isaac today so it had been on her way. Scott hadn't answered any of her calls though.

Stiles eased herself out of the Jeep and slammed the door behind her with her arm that wasn't in a sling. She'd just gotten out of the cast she'd had to get after Gerard broke her arm. Luckly the sling would only be for about a week, just so she didn't tear her stitches. She made her way up to the freshly painted door and was about to start pounding on it but it opened before she could.

Derek's eyes were glowing red and for a moment Stiles thought that he was going to yell at her but instead he gently cupped her face turning so he could see the gauze pad on her cheek. It was speckled with red. His eyes seemed to glow a bit more brightly when he spotted the blood on the white medical fabric and on the back of her torn shirt.

"What happened?" He growled, but he sounded almost concerned as black veins appeared on his hands and the sting from the fading anesthesia vanished. Scott poked his head around the door looking confused. Stiles would have glared at Scott if she wasn't too busy staring into Derek's eyes. Scott cleared his throat and Derek seemed to realize how close he was standing and stepped back. Stiles had never wanted to punch her best friend more.

"Well you'd know if Scott answered his fucking phone!" She managed not to stammer at the look that still filled Derek's eyes. There was a warmth there, she'd felt it when he took her pain, but eyes like that hid a beast that could swallow her whole. She wasn't sure she would mind that, but she didn't have time to think about that now. So instead she explained the Hitchcockian events of the school day. Ignoring Scott again she turned back to Derek.

"It's the Alpha pack, isn't it? They're finally making their move?" Derek nodded slightly.

"They're finally going to stop hiding." His voice was still gravelly and his eyes still glowed bright red as he eyed Stiles' injuries. Stiles couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine.