Chapter 3: Shape Shifted

Stiles was in a hardware store looking through rows of chains and other industrial strength ropes. The full moon was tomorrow and they had to get ready. The last thing that he and Scott needed was to be out and about and out of their minds. Especially with the new hunters in town. Stiles told Scott about getting jumped by those hunters and Scott told him of Allison's grandfather Gerard cutting that werewolf in half and the villainous monologue he gave out. He was a seasoned psycho. Stiles didn't know why he didn't see this coming. After all, Kate was a murdering and heartless pyromaniac and Chris was a gun-happy loose cannon. He supposed that they had to get it from somewhere. And…he began having thoughts that another Argent would soon be showing that she didn't fall far from the tree.

Stiles now knew that he had to be more alert and aware than ever. Especially when it came to his dad. Given with how Gerard was handling things on his first night in Beacon Hills, as well as his speech, it was clear that there were no such things as innocent bystanders to him. If he saw that something was in his way then he would get rid of it, no matter how he had to do it. That meant that if he saw that the Sheriff of Beacon Hills was too much of a liability then he would eliminate him. The thought made Stiles grit his teeth. If he or his hunters laid even a finger on his dad then he would make sure that the old psycho spent the rest of his golden years in a wheelchair and that's if he was feeling generous. He would just have to make sure that his father stayed as far away from the Argents as he could get.

With the full moon tomorrow, the hunters were sure to be out and about. Stiles was confident in his ability to handle himself. But there was another that he wasn't so confident about. Stiles stuck out his lip as he chose to take a set of thick and long chains and put them into his cart and wheeled them down to the checkout register. The guy there looked down at the chains and then stared a bit at Stiles.

"School project," he breathed.

The cashier just shrugged. "Hey, I'm not judging kid. If you've seen some of the weird and kinky things I've done."

The guy then started to run them through the scanner with Stiles standing there as he tried not to put this guy's face to anything he was trying not to imagine.

Isaac was sitting with his father, having some dinner in a tensed silence. They were like that for a while until his dad asked him about how his grades were.

"Um…so far it's an A in French and a B- in Econ."

"Hmm," his dad said nodding his head. "What about Chemistry?"

Isaac twiddled his fingers a bit. "I'm not sure but…mid-terms are in a few days. It could go up," he said hopefully.

"Well, what's it at now?" his dad asked.

"The grade?" he asked tensed.

"Yeah," his dad said like it was obvious.

"Uh…I'm not sure," Isaac said in a small voice.

"But…you just said that it could go up."

Isaac rubbed the corner of his eye and ran a stressful hand through his hair. "I just meant…generally."

His dad nodded. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you Isaac?"

He looked at his father a bit tensely and shook his head. "No."

"Then tell me the grade," he said to Isaac with a bit of bite contradicting his happy smile.

"I just told you, I don't know."

"You want to take this little conversation downstairs?" Isaac shook his head. "No? Tell me the grade son."

Isaac looked down at his hands. "Dad, the semester is only half over. There's plenty of time-"

"Isaac," his father said cutting him off.

Isaac decided to just bite the bullet. "It's a D," he finally answered.

His dad shrugged. "Alright. It's a D. I'm not angry." Isaac could tell that wasn't true.. "You know I'm going to have to find a way to punish you though. I do have my responsibilities as a parent. We'll start with something simple. Like…tell you what. You do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay?"

Isaac let loose some tension. It wasn't as bad as he feared. "Yeah," he said softly.

His dad then drained his mug. "Good. Because I'd really like to see this place spotless." He then took the mug and threw it aside where it shattered into pieces on the floor. "You know what I'm saying?" he asked his son who was looking at the pieces on the floor. "This entire kitchen," He then went off and threw his dishes to the floor which scared Isaac into clutching to the floor. His dad then took the glass centerpiece from the table into his hands. "Absolutely," he said before throwing it at the wall where it shattered above Isaac's head. "Spotless." He finished.

Isaac slowly lifted his head to show that there was a shard stuck in his cheek, just below his eye. He pulled it out and grit his teeth at him. "You almost blinded me!"

But his dad rolled his eyes. "Shut up. It's only a scratch. It's hardly even-" But his dad froze. The scratch on Isaac's face was knitting together and the blood disappeared. Isaac's face was unblemished again. Isaac then took off and ran. "Isaac," he called after him.

But Isaac didn't stop. He didn't realize that his new healing could work and be seen so easily. Now his dad wanted answers and he couldn't tell him anything. He promised Derek that he wouldn't. Derek…he would have to go to Derek. He got to his bike and pedaled off with his father yelling after him.

Across the street, Jackson was taking out the trash. A garbage bag full of tissues that were stained black from him leaking black blood. It seemed to have stopped though and he was feeling better. Whatever weird side-effects that were taking place from the bite seemed to have run its course. Derek's statement that his body was fighting the bite had him worried for a bit but it was clear now that his bite had taken now. His thoughts became interrupted seeing Isaac Lahey running off with his father yelling and running after him before going into his car to go after him.

"Freaks," he muttered before he moved to head back inside.

Mr. Lahey drove out to try to find his son as the rain started. He finally came upon Isaac's deserted bike in an alleyway. He got out of the car and angrily stomped for it.

"Isaac! Isaac…Isaac?" He stopped moving when he saw a shape ahead. He then clapped his hands. "Okay, that's enough. Let's go…I said, Grab your bike and let's go!"

But the shape didn't move. In fact, it crutched down on all fours. Mr. Lahey cleaned his glasses from the water and got a good look at what he was seeing. He panicked and ran for his car. He got in but the door was ripped off its hinges and the shape went in and started to maul and tear him apart. His blood started to flow right out of the floor and drip onto the street.

Allison was carefully sneaking out of the house that night. She didn't know why she was seeing as there was no one home. Her parents and Gerard were all out but she liked the thrill of it. She went to her car and breathed on the window to reveal Scott's message. To meet her at their spot at midnight. She drove off into the woods and started to trek through them with her phone as a flashlight. The place seemed empty until she felt something and turned around to see Scott in the dark with his yellow eyes glowing.

"Hey," she said happily.

"What are you doing?" he said stepping closer.

"Just trying to find you."

"Did anyone see you leave?" he asked a little tense.

She shook her head. "No, no one. I was careful. What's wrong?" she asked noticing how he seemed. "Is it the full moon tomorrow night?"

"No…no, it's not that." It wasn't. It was what he had saw that had him rattled. The sight of Gerard and the sound of that sword cutting through that omega still left him a bit shaken. "Just your family…your grandfather."

"Oh…okay, but I don't really know him. I mean…he's just a guy that sends a check in the mail every year for my birthday," she said softly.

"Does he know about me? About us? Or about Stiles?"

She shook her head. "No, my dad hasn't said anything about you to him. And Stiles…I'm not sure. I don't think he would though. Why? Did something happen?"

Scott didn't tell her what he saw and he didn't want to. Allison was already feeling estranged from her family lately and he didn't want to widen the rift any more than it was. "Just…we have to be a little more careful now."

"They're not going to split us apart," she said confidently.

"Not us." They then leaned in for a kiss. "Sure no one followed you?" Scott asked when they separated.

"Totally, one hundred million percent sure. Besides, my parents were out anyways," she added happily.

"Out?"

"Yeah. Date night," she said mischievously.

Over at the high school, the principal was leaving for the night. In the parking lot, Chris Argent was lying in wait. He cocked and readied his gun before stashing it away as the principal was heading for his car. He stopped seeing Chris in front of his car.

"Can I help you?" he asked Mr. Argent.

"Well, I hope so Principal Thomas. As a concerned parent I have to wonder…how long has it been since your last performance review?"

The principal narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What?" he uttered out.

Chris was then joined by two others. "We were wondering," he said when they got to him.

Soon the principal was taken into the back seat of the Argent's mini van where Victoria Argent was there waiting for him. She was looking at the school files that she snatched from him.

"Are you aware that there has been an alarming drop in academic achievement and test scores in the last few semesters?" she said finishing with a disapproving look.

"Excuse me?" the principal asked.

"It's led the parents of Beacon Hills to the unfortunate conclusion you are no longer fit for the position of school principal."

That made the man scoff. "You can't fire me."

"True," she said before pulling out an electric rod. "But we can torture you."

The sparks of light were soon seen through the dark windows as well as the muted sounds of the man's tortured screams.

Isaac got to Derek's hideout and darted off to the train car where he was staying. Derek could hear Isaac's frenzied breathing before he opened the door and was ready for him.

"What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he got in.

Isaac looked over at him panicked. "My dad…I think he's dead."

Derek stepped forward. "What did you do?" Had Isaac lost control and killed him?

But Isaac just looked back at him freaked out of his mind. "That's the thing…it wasn't me."

Derek could sense it with his new Alpha enhanced senses. Isaac wasn't lying to him at all.

When Scott met Stiles at school the following day, Stiles was insistent on coming over to lock Scott up. Scott insisted that he didn't have to but Stiles wasn't bending at all.

"I'm serious," Scott hissed. "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh? You don't feel the urge to maim and kill people? Or try to tear me apart?"

Scott huffed. "I swear I don't have the urge to tear you apart."

"Yeah, you say that now but when the full moon comes out then out comes your fangs and claws and then you try and maim and kill, which in turn brings out my fangs and claws and I try to maim and kill."

"I'm fine Stiles. I mean, you're fine right?"

"Yes, I am. And I want to keep it that way. But every time during the last full moons where I've lost it was because you were losing it. So, my conclusion, if you are locked up then I stay in full control so yes, I'm still locking you up because I would like to have one full moon without worrying about leaving a corpse behind."

Scott relented. "Alright," he breathed. "Fine. I'll let you lock me up but I think it's a waste of time. I'm in more control now especially since things are good with Allison."

"Yeah, I'm aware how good things are with Allison," Stiles said with some savage sarcasm. Scott seemed to think that everything was peaches and cream but Stiles knew they weren't. Scott was in a relationship with a girl whose family just all out declared war on them and wouldn't rest until all the werewolves in Beacon Hills were strung up and then cut in half including the two of them. Scott being with Allison was putting him right in the line of fire and Stiles didn't want to see his friend severed in half like Laura Hale had been when they found her, with that look of horror permanently stuck to his face.

He could imagine that face on Scott disturbingly perfect even though Scott currently had a big dumb grin on his face.

"They're really good," he said in a daze.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah I can see that."

"Like…really good."

Now Stiles nostrils were starting to fill him in on the level of how 'good' things were with Scott and Allison. "Alright!" he spat out. "I get it. Just shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."

Scott seemed to snap out of it. "Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"

He nodded. "Yeah, much better."

Stiles then went to open the locker to show Scott the chains he picked up but they started to fall from where he put them and clink as they hit the floor. The links were falling slowly from the top compartment as it slowly piled on the floor in front of his feet. Scott's eyes widened in shock seeing the long and thick chain…the really long chain. The rest of the locker room was drawn to the sound, most of all, Coach.

He moved over and stood by Stiles just as the chain finally reached its end. "Part of me wants to ask. The other part tells me that knowing is more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine so…I'm walking away." And he did just that.

"Good. That's wise Coach."

Stiles then bent down to pick up the chains and Scott went to help him. They started on the chains but then they both froze when something seemed to hit them. It was a combination of smell and…something else. Something that made the hairs on the backs of their necks stand on end. Their eyes both flared gold for a moment.

"Stiles…do you feel that?" Scott asked as he looked off into the locker room.

Stiles looked around too. "Yeah…I do," he whispered. "You don't think…

Scott nodded. "Yeah. There's another. Right here. Right now." He looked off to look at the others in the locker room. "Another werewolf."

Stiles looked off. The scent was close but it was faint. He couldn't find the source. "But who is it?"

Isaac was across the locker room tying his shoes. He could hear every word that those two were saying. Derek had told him about those two. Warned him to not talk to them or approach them yet…but it looked like they were already on to him.

Allison and Lydia in the front of the school and on their way inside. Allison thought that Lydia looked fine. In fact, if she didn't know what had happened then she would think that nothing happened to Lydia at all. She seemed like her beautiful and confident old self.

"You sure you don't remember anything?" Allison asked as they got closer to the front entrance.

"They call it a fugue state which is just a way of saying that 'We have no idea why you can't remember why you ran through the woods naked for two days'," she said with a bit of a sarcastic bite. "But, personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds," she added with a smile.

Allison smiled. She really seemed okay. But she knew that things would still be different with her considering what the word was on Lydia's behavior. "Are you ready for this?" she asked before they could go in.

"Please…it's not like my aunt's a serial killer," she said before heading in.

Allison rolled her eyes before following her in. Lydia walked in and when she did everyone stopped walking to stare at her. Their faces seemed tense, bemused or were smirking.

"Must be the nine pounds," Allison said to her.

But Lydia sucked it up and then went off. Allison followed right behind her.

Scott was heading to the bench with Stiles right next to him.

"That was weird. It's kind of like a scent but-" Scott started but couldn't find the words to finish.

"But it's somehow more than that," Stiles finished for him. "Yeah. I think it might be some kind of instinct. You know, being drawn to our own kind. It's kind of like how we were able to sense when Peter was nearby, remember?"

"I guess. But it's not too strong. I can't tell who it is. What about you?" Stiles was a bit further than him on this kind of thing.

Stiles shook his head. "No. I can't. The feeling isn't too strong. Maybe it's because we've never really been around any other werewolves besides Derek and Peter. Or maybe because the guy is newly turned, just like we were."

"Then we got to find him," Scott said looking out into the field. "But how?"

"There's too many scents overlapping. Maybe…if we can get him alone," he said in audible thought. He then looked off in Coach's direction. "Okay…I think I have an idea."

"What?" Scott asked.

But Stiles was already running off. He went off passed Jackson who was sitting next to Matt Daehler.

"You need a digital camera?" Matt asked him.

"Yeah," Jackson said putting his gloves on. "Something that can record in low light. All night long."

Matt narrowed his eyes. "What are you recording?"

Jackson just stared at him. "Something in low light. All night long," he said simply. "Do you have the camera or not?"

Matt shrugged. "You have a hundred bucks?"

Jackson smirked. "I drive a Porsche. What do you think?"

"I think your parents have a hundred bucks," Matt answered clearly not intimidated by Jackson.

"Just, get me the camera," he bit at Matt.

Stiles then ran past them with a goalie's net. "I told Coach that you're switching with Danny today."

Scott took the net from him with his face falling a bit. "But I hate playing goal," he argued.

"Remember when I said that I had an idea?" Scott nodded. "This is the idea."

"Oh," Scott said nodding again. "What's the idea?"

Stiles just gave him a look. "I seriously don't know how you would survive without me. You go to goal and as each member of the team approaches you, you'll be able to pick up their scent better."

Scott narrowed his eyes before they widened. "Oh." Scott nodded.

"Oh." Stiles said with him as he reciprocated the nod.

"But what about you? Why can't you do it?"

"I'll be in the line to see if I can spot it from there as the line shrinks. One werewolf checks from the front and one checks with the others."

"Oh, wait…then why can't I do that and you be on goal?"

"Because I hate playing goal," Stiles said like it was obvious.

Scott raised his eyebrows in confusion.

The whistle blew. "Let's go!" Coach called out. "Line it up!" Everyone on the team began to head off to go into line while Scott ran for the goal post. "Faster! Make Daddy proud!"

Scott got in goal and he faced the forming line. "Here we go," he said as he hoped that Stiles plan worked.

Stiles got in the line and as he got in his place, his skin started to feel itchy and his insides started to grow hotter. The wolf was close by. But the emotions around him were too high and the adrenaline was pumping from his teammates that he couldn't hone in on it. Hopefully, the line would shrink enough for him to better find the werewolf before they run for Scott. If not…something told him it would be quite a sight.

Which was proven when Scott ran out of the goal for the first shooter and collided with him.

"Let me help you up," Scott said helping the guy to his feet. He then went and sniffed the guy.

"McCall!" Coach yelled. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the actual vicinity of the goal," he said pointing for Scott to get back at the goal.

"Yes Coach," he said running back to the goalpost.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Real subtle Scott," he mumbled hoping that Scott actually heard him.

The next guy ran off with the ball and Scott ran off for him again and struck him down. He then gave him a sniff.

"What the hell?" the guy said to him.

"My bad dude," Scott said when he saw that the scent wasn't coming from him.

"McCall! The position is goal keeper. Not goal abandoner," Coach said making Scott go back to the goal.

"Sorry coach."

One by one, the players kept getting tackled by Scott to the ground who then immediately sniffed them. The Coach was getting more and more fed up with him until he finally went to the line and yanked on Stiles' helmet.

"Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Well, he's failing two classes, is socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw is slightly uneven."

Scott wasn't stopping in his personal attempts to identify the werewolf. The latest one was Danny who told Scott that the scent he was smelling was Armani. Scott said it was nice which Stiles heard and he let out a huff. Maybe he should've taken goal himself after all and left Scott here on the line.

"McCall!" Coach shouted to Scott as he separated from Danny. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs until you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends with a suicide. Got it?"

"Yes Coach," Scott panted.

Stiles felt some real nerves and fear coming from the front of the line. He looked to see that it was Jackson who was next. He was two spots behind him and the scent from his nerves was nearly overwhelming. No doubt because he knew what would happen. He wasn't a werewolf but Scott seemed ready to tackle into him regardless and Jackson knew it wouldn't be pretty.

"Hey Jackson," Stiles called out. "Go. You're holding up the line."

Jackson gave him a glare though his helmet but Stiles still smiled at him nonetheless. Jackson looked over to see that Scott seemed poised to charge again. "Uh…Coach. My shoulders kind of hurting me. I'm going to sit this one out."

Stiles rolled his eyes as Jackson went to separate from the line. When Stiles turned to look back at the goal, his senses flared up. The scent from the werewolf was back, and it was clear. It was coming from…the guy right in front of him. Number 14. Stiles quickly searched his memory and remembered that the guy's name was Isaac Lahey. Stiles could hear the guy huffing harshly, and could see his body was fidgeting…much like he and Scott were like during their first full moon. He was the werewolf!

But before he could grab for him, Isaac charged.

"Hey, wait!" Stiles cried out.

But Isaac didn't stop. Scott charged for him and as he got closer his senses flared up like Stiles did. That made him charge for Isaac even faster and harder than all the others. They collided in mid-air and landed on the ground. Both Scott and Isaac raised their heads to look at one another with their eyes flaring gold. Suddenly, the two of them were grabbed by their collars and raised to their feet. They looked up to see that it was Stiles, whose teeth were bared and his eyes were glowing as well.

"Not here," Stiles growled.

The three of them tried to settle themselves. Stiles took deep breaths like he had taught himself to do and Scott thought peaceful and loving thoughts about Allison. Isaac didn't seem to be having much change in himself until his eyes darted off to the side. Scott followed what he was looking at to see that the sheriff was walking onto the field.

"Stiles, it's your dad," he said softly to him.

Stiles looked over and narrowed his eyes. "What's he doing here?"

The Sheriff seemed to be heading for them. Suddenly, Scott and Stiles felt the wrists being grabbed. Isaac was looking terrified. "Don't tell him. Please don't tell him."

Stiles' eyes widened. "Tell him what?"

But before Isaac could say anything else, the sheriff spoke up. "Isaac Lahey," he called out to him. "We need to talk to you son."

Isaac made his way over to him with the Coach following right after him while Scott and Stiles went off to the side. They were watching them and it seemed like something terrible had happened as Stiles recognized his dad's 'bearer of bad news' look. They focused their hearing to listen in and when the sheriff told Isaac the news, both of their eyes widened.

"His father's dead?" Scott gasped. "They think he was murdered."

Stiles then watched as his dad led Isaac away. "Oh no. They must think he's a suspect. That's not good."

"Why?"

"Because they can keep him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

Scott's eyes widened when he started to understand what Stiles was so worried about. "You mean overnight."

Stiles nodded. "During the full moon. His first full moon. Remember how great ours was?" he asked sarcastically.

"How great are those holding cells are at holding people?"

"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good."

Scott narrowed his eyes at Isaac. "Stiles, remember when I told you that I didn't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he does," pointing his chin out at Isaac.

Isaac took a moment to look back at them. His face seemed scared and pained. Scott and Stiles knew that they had to do something. Before he got himself hurt, or worse, hurt someone else.

The two of them got to Chemistry but their minds were still on what happened on the lacrosse field. Isaac hadn't been taken away…yet. But Stiles knew that it was a matter of time. He was just hoping that the time could be delayed until after the full moon so that they would have time to help Isaac. The topic of Derek soon came up as it was clear to both of them how Isaac was turned.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked Stiles as Mr. Harris wrote down some notes on the blackboard.

Stiles scratched the side of his head. "Peter told me that there was a chance that if the bite didn't turn Lydia then it would kill her. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving it?"

"But, doesn't being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?"

"Not unless they have solid evidence. Like a witness. I'm hoping that my dad won't be able to find any today. I mean, Isaac's dad just died. Where would he find any that quickly?" Stiles looked back out the door when he noticed that there was an empty seat next to Danny. "Danny, where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office, talking to your dad," he answered.

"What? Why?" What would Jackson have to do with any of this?

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac," he said back.

Stiles caught Scott's eye.

"A witness," Scott muttered.

But, for what?

"We have to get to the principal's office," Stiles muttered back.

Scott nodded. "But how?"

"Everyone turn to page 73," Harris called out as he finished up his notes. But then a paper ball went off and hit him in the back of the head. He turned to the class as everyone let a small laugh loose. "Who in the hell did that?" he demanded.

Scott and Stiles immediately went and pointed to each other with dumbfounded looks to their faces.

Scott and Stiles soon found themselves in the chairs outside the principal's office and they had their eyes narrowed as they listened in on Jackson talking with the sheriff about Isaac's home life. Apparently, Isaac's dad had been beating him.

Scott's jaw tightened. Isaac always seemed to be very quiet and closed off. It seemed now he understood why the guy was like that. Granted he was no stranger to bad dads but he had to admit that Isaac had him beat. He could understand how this would look but Isaac's fear this morning wasn't the kind of thing that Scott thought a murderer would feel. Maybe the wolf in Isaac tapped into those feelings and forced him to attack his dad? He had to talk to Derek about this.

As for Stiles, his heart chilled. He couldn't imagine how Isaac felt. He loved his dad, and while they may have themselves be at odds sometimes, his dad never hit him. Maybe an annoyed slap over the head but those were a very rare occurrence. From what he was hearing, it seemed like this was way more than a one time thing that Isaac had to deal with.

"Wait," the sheriff said suddenly. "You knew that Isaac's dad was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher? Parents? Anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem," he said dismissively.

Stiles grit his teeth and his hand tightened into a fist. Stiles could feel smell his dad's concern for Isaac through the door but Jackson wasn't even giving off a bit of it. He really didn't care that someone who he went to school with, or was even on his team, was going through something like this. Stiles was amazed that he could hate Jackson more than he already did.

"No," the sheriff said after a while. "Of course not. You know it's funny how the kids that are getting beaten up are always the ones that least deserve it," he said pointedly.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah…wait, what?"

"I think we're done here."

Stiles could've high fived his dad right then and there. He just settled with sharing a small smile with Scott who smiled back. They were sharing in the pride they felt for the Sheriff giving it to Jackson like that. But then his dad started coming out of the office and Stiles went to pick up a magazine to hide his face. Scott just stared at the sheriff with a somewhat embarrassed face.

"Hi Scott," the sheriff said loudly.

"Hi," he said back.

The sheriff just spared Stiles a look and walked off without another word. Scott and Stiles, after he put the magazine down, watched him walk down the hall. They then felt a presence at the door. No doubt the principal.

"Boys." Scott and Stiles stiffened. They looked over and their eyes widened seeing Gerard Argent at the door. "Come on in."

"Uh, we're waiting for Principal Thomas," Stiles said.

"It's Principal Argent now," Gerard said as he shifted his vision to him. "I'm afraid that Mr. Thomas resigned yesterday. So, come on in and let's get this over with."

Scott and Stiles shared another look, this one of shared horror. That horror didn't dissipate when they sat in front of the principal's desk. Normally, it wasn't out of place for students to feel this way. However, the students that generally were where they were didn't have to worry about being cut in half or getting a bullet in the head from their principal.

"Scott McCall," Gerard said looking over his file. "Academically not the most accomplished but I see you have become quite the star athlete." Scott just shrugged in response. He then looked at Stiles as he picked up his file. "Mr. Stilinski, huh…perfect grades. And…it seems that you recently have been placed on the team yourself." Stiles nodded with a small gulp following it. His hands were opening and closing underneath the table, ready to bring out his claws at the first sign that he needed to. Gerard put the file down. "From how I understand it…it seems that you recently had run into quite a bit of trouble. The trouble that I'm sad to say my…late daughter was in the thick of, unfortunately." He gave Stiles a stare for a moment before he gave him a small smile. "On behalf of my family I would like to extend my most sincere apology. Believe me, how the situation turned out wouldn't have been if I have had a say."

'Oh, why do I believe that?' Stiles silently said to himself.

Scott himself took a look at Stiles and saw his friend's hands opening and closing underneath the table. He could feel both the fear and the anger bubbling within his friend as he just looked at Allison's grandfather. He knew that Stiles could keep himself together but he just hoped that he didn't do anything to give them away. It still wasn't clear if Gerard knew about Stiles or about him yet and if he didn't then he didn't want him to get anything now especially with the sight of him cutting that werewolf in half still fresh in his mind.

"I understand perfectly sir," Stiles managed to mutter out. He tried not to glare at the man. He just kept his face as blank as he could.

Gerard nodded. "And you Scott…I believe I heard your name mentioned before. Yes, weren't you the one dating my granddaughter?"

"Uh…we were dating but not anymore. Not dating," he said tensed and too quickly. "Not seeing each other or doing anything with each other. Oh," he said wanting to hit himself.

"Hmm," Gerard said covering his mouth a bit. "Relax Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

Scott let himself let a breath loose. "Just, bad break up," he said hoping that was all the explanation that he needed to say to explain his behavior.

"Ah, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me."

Scott seemed to settle a bit from that. But Stiles only tensed.

"Now listen guys," Gerard continued. "Yes, I am the principal but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Oh, yeah, is that so?" Stiles said rolling his eyes. That earned him a look from Scott.

"However," he still continued like Stiles hadn't said anything. "This being my first day I do need to support my teachers so, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Gerard made a show of trying to weigh the choice but he then looked over at Stiles. Scott did as well. Stiles gave Gerard a small glare which he then turned to Scott. Scott tried to communicate his apology through his eyes but that just made Stiles narrow his eyes at him harder. He just brought his arms up in surrender.