A/N: So, this happened, apparently!

Thank you to DBZFAN45 for being a sweetheart and leaving a review! You're so darling literally, so sweet! Anywho, let's get on w it, ey?

Oh, also, I've just been imagining a younger Nikola Selezinko as Stiles' face-cast. It's the nose, dude. I can't NOT see it.

As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends

Meet me on your best behavior,
Meet me at your worst

For there will be no stone unturned
Or bubble left to burst

God, what a nightmare.

Her friends would find it hilarious, but what a scary dream.

She had always hated dreams where she's getting chased, even more so the ones where she's put in a position that she has to play a part. When she was younger, she used to dream that her parents put her on the stage in a circus, and everyone was watching and waiting for her to do something.

Like she was supposed to know how to ride the goddamned unicycle on the tightrope.

Then everyone booed her and she'd wake up crying in embarrassment and anxiety.

It wasn't just the circus. Sometimes she'd have to sing in a fancy opera house, or be in a dance competition, sometimes even give a presentation or take an exam of some obscure thing she never heard of, all the while knowing the high stakes. Either way, it was always nerve-wrecking having a part to play that she just didn't know how to.

The fear of failing, of having to be someone other than herself.

She woke up slowly, breathing in sharply and tightening her hold on the pillow, pushing her face into it and trying to prolong her sleep.

That was, until something shifted by her side.

The girl tensed, eyes opening slowly and taking in the back from the person facing away from her, messy and floppy brown hair on their head. She looked down at the pillow she was holding, heart hammering violently as she recognized it as the one Scott had shoved between them so she wouldn't cuddle him to death; her eyes roved to the pale and thin arm, feeling the tears spring from her eyes again.

Why wasn't she home?

Rubbing her face on the pillow, Stiles forced herself to dry her tears, muffling her sniffles and trying to calm down before she woke Scott up.

She looked around, searching for his clock and making a face at the time.

It was still six something, but perhaps it was a good idea to already be awake. It'd give her time to… Shit, get ready? Come to terms that she wasn't yet returning home?

Either way, Stiles was careful rolling out of his bed, making a face when it pulled on the scratches on her back and made the bite itch, eyeing Scott turn on his back and snore softly, almost making her snort at his face.

Cute kid.

A shake of her head and she silently picked up everything that had come from her, last night. Stiles' phone was almost dead, and she made a mental note to charge it once she found 'her' house.

Her body moved on instinct through the house, avoiding creaky steps and loose floorboards on her way out, only hesitating when she passed near the kitchen, wondering if she should make something for Scott and his mom for how nice he acted the previous night, before shaking her head and hurrying out.

Melissa squinted at her when she was coming in, tiredly looking at the dirty clothes she was carrying and the clean ones she had on, clearly recognizing them as he son's when Stiles smiles winningly and innocently.

"I don't want to know."

"Great! Good choice! Bye!" She rushed out to her car as Melissa shook her head, part in humor and part exasperation, clearly too tired from her shift to say anything about the girl sneaking out of her house during the early hours of the day.

Pressing her forehead on the wheel, Stiles tried not to scream in embarrassment, closing her eyes tightly and slamming her head a few times until it accidentally honked, forcing her to lean back and release a breath through her teeth.

Right.

Home, check if she was bleeding black, get ready, go… to school?

God. School.

Stiles didn't have her home saved, but a few minutes on her phone and she found the address in an old email confirming some order from eBay, and she sent a relieved prayer to the Gods for not being sent to a world before the internet and google maps.

The Jeep was terrible to drive, she had to kick start it at least three times, it was noisy, it did something when she put it on the second shift and the inside was all muddy from their last adventure. Overall, she was not impressed and hoped the thing didn't break any time soon, because she had no fucking clue how to fix it.

She drove carefully, double and triple checking the phone she had propped up on the dashboard.

There was no car on the driveway of the house, and she was silently hopeful that the Sheriff was still out so she wouldn't have to deal with questions or having to act like the man's daughter.

The house was clean and not exactly big, but tidy and filled with memories.

Stiles' room seemed exactly like she remembered from the TV, or what it had been shown at least, and it was clear that being a girl didn't exactly change her or her tastes much. The closet was filled with masculine and oversized clothes, her underwear was plain and mismatched, not that she really expected any different from a High schooler, but still. The girl didn't even have any padded bras, just sports ones.

She searched the room top to bottom, trying to understand who the girl was and coming up with nothing but a "geeky tomboy". Stiles liked gaming (nice), lacrosse (not so nice), comics, reading and… that's it, apparently.

Oh, she also had a whole notebook filled with healthy recipes to try for her dad. Which… Cute.

It even had little drawings and cut out images of the final results.

The trespasser shook her head before finally moving for a shower and to check her injuries, quietly hyping herself up to look at the bite.

She nearly dropped to her knees in relief at the lack of black blood, actually having to find support on the sink when her legs buckled under her; blood rushing to her ears and a sharp ringing deafening her.

Oh, the bite still looked gruesome, but it was a little scabbed over already, and dry. Not looking like it was infected.

Now, the scratches on her back were another deal.

For starters, there were no scratches.

Odd, since she had hurt earlier, but a nice point to not dying via bite-rejection. Not that turning into a werewolf seemed much better, but that was something to deal with later.

Hopefully never, because Stiles still stupidly hoped she would wake up in the real world, but for the moment, she just had to worry about showering and finding the school.

Shit, and her classes.

Oh, God. She did not miss going to school.

The clothes were uncomfortable, but in a weird sense that it just wasn't her style. Not that she had been a dress and skirt girl, but not oversized pants and shirt, either.

And the buzz cut.

The buzz cut was killing her.

It hadn't been that flattering on the original Stiles and it wasn't on her, either.

Honestly, even the lack of make-up was throwing her off. Go Stiles for being comfortable not wearing any, but just a little eye-liner would do wonders for her pretty eyes-

But that's on her, she had never been so confident to not try altering herself.

Stiles noticed that there was already a lack of acne she'd seen the night before, her face smooth and glowing despite the light eye-bags under her eyes for the short night of sleep.

She tightened her lips and reached for her backpack, frowning when she didn't find her time-table before opening her notebook and noticing that all the notes taken seemed; her shoulders sagging in relief as Stiles remembers that school was back that day, so hopefully her classes had changed enough that she'd be able to come up with an excuse as to looking lost.

Stiles might've not found some guide of the school, but she did find her wallet, looking at her ID in curiosity and snorting at what she saw.

Bronislawa Stilinski.

Right, so she'd be going by Stiles! Nice!

Another shake of her head and she checked her phone, carefully answering Scott that she had woken up early and gotten home to shower and change before school, also typing some excuse about not wanting to freak out her father.

She almost offered him a ride to school, but she wasn't sure she'd know the way to it from his house without google maps and Stiles didn't want to explain that.

A look at the clock had her moving downstairs and snooping around in curiosity, noting that the kid was due doing the laundry before finally stopping at the kitchen to make something for herself and the Sheriff.

Stiles would do that, right?

Original Stiles was all crazy about his father's health, and he seemed to take care of the older man the best he could, so her doing him something wouldn't be too odd, hopefully.

She tensed at the sound of his voice, frowning and looking at the door waitingly before realizing that the familiar tone she was hearing wasn't even from the house. By straining her ears a little and focusing, she could hear the Sheriff tiredly humming along to a song from the radio along with the sounds of his car.

So, safe to say the bite was doing its job.

Stiles promptly ignored the fact she could hear the Sheriff from the end of the street and focused on eating her oatmeal.

Maybe if she pretends not to notice all that's wrong with her, it'll go away.

A girl can dream.

"Morning, kiddo." She studies the Sheriff, trying to find something different from what she recalls of the show and finding none before sending him a tight smile that he hopefully attributed to her oat-filled mouth. He walked in after hanging his belt, rounding the kitchen counter to press a kiss to the side of her head that she definitely didn't tense on, before he poured some coffee on his mug, eyeing the plate left for him in wary curiosity. "It smells good. Why does it smell good?"

"It's just pancakes." Stiles said defensively, glaring at him when he sent her a suspicious look before sighing and taking an hesitant bite of his breakfast, making a face but quickly swallowing and side-eyeing her. "Alright, it's oat pancakes. With whole-wheat flour."

"Can I put maple syrup on it?"

"C'mon, old man, it's already sweet!"

"Not sweet enough." He grumbled to himself, but continued eating as she tried not to laugh hysterically at their interaction. She can't believe she's actually pulling whatever this is off, that her natural reaction of dry humor and scathing remarks when nervous was working. "Don't think you've distracted me. What did you do?"

"Whaaat? I didn't do anything!" The Sheriff stared at her unimpressed, slowly eating while she squirmed on her seat and filled her mouth with the ending oats.

"Stiles." She made a noise and slowly looked at his narrowed eyes, trying to look innocent. "Did you do something?"

"No?"

"Are you going to do something?"

"…maybe?"

"Stiles!"

"Wha-What? You asked! There is a real possibility that I'll do something! I don't know, maybe I'll- I'll like, get a girlfriend or something!"

"Dressed like that? I don't think so." She gasped at him while he smirked teasingly, and Stiles had to bite back a laugh, sniffing and turning her face away in faux-offense. "C'mon, kiddo. Just rip out the band-aid, it'd be easier on my old heart."

So he noticed something was wrong with her. What gave her away? Was it the breakfast? Did they not eat together? Something she said or didn't say?

"Why do you think there's something going on? I could just be on my period."

The Sheriff cringed a little at that, but still looked at her with a deadpan.

"Because you aren't hounding me for questions about why I was out all night." He narrowed his eyes again, finishing his sugarless pancakes and sipping on the decaf-coffee. "Unless… You already know why." Her face moved without her say-so, twisting guiltily as he sent her a look. "Really, Stiles? Listening to the police calls?"

"Oh, my! Look at the time! I'm late, I'm late for a very important date!" She quickly slid out of the chair while the Sheriff sputtered, watching her quickly leave the dish on the sink and rush away with a "bye, see you later!" call.

Stiles made an effort to remember the path before pulling up at the school, making a face at the smells already hitting her before finally jumping down the blue monstrosity, checking there were no mud stains on herself and looking around in search of Scott, trying not to break the kid's lacrosse equipment when it kept hitting her legs from where it dangled from her backpack.

Waiting out in one of the benches whilst poking through the phone was great, as she found her old class schedule and had some time to be begrudgingly impressed over all the AP classes she's taking, and whatever information she could get on the kid's life was a plus.

She sensed Scott before seeing him, eyes automatically going to the biking kid as if like a magnet, sensing the other werewolf in the making and twisting her face at Jackson's voice. Stiles should've probably used whatever time she had to remember all she could of the show and its characters, but again, she was still hopeful she wouldn't be the one to deal with… all of

Stiles waved at Scott, moving past Jackson and not noticing how he paused and frowned to the side at her lack of reaction while the girl was busy looking over her 'friend', searching for any signs that her getting through the bite would make him unable to.

Hey, she didn't know how the magic of the plot would work.

"Shirt up, buddy." Scott made a face at her, but obliged to show the bandage stained red, earning himself a relieved nod before he also raised his brows at her waitingly. "What? Me too?"

"Yours looked worse, yes, you too."

A roll of her eyes and she was also lifting her shirt, the loopy bandage was clean, as it seemed she was healing faster than Scott, who upon closer inspection, was acne-free and already like he's bulking up. Would she also get some meat in these bones?

She hopes so, because she's getting some serious dysmorphia issues from how she looks.

If Stiles looked at least less skin and bones, maybe she could try to find something from her real body to relate to and not feel so fucking uncomfortable all the time.

And a wig, perhaps.

All the wind hitting her neck was weird.

"Do you think it was a wolf?" Letting the shirt go, Stiles shrugged at his question, making an unsure face. "I mean… it howled, didn't it?"

"I guess. Honestly? I so don't want to think about it. I'm surprised I didn't have a nightmare last night."

"If I'm having nightmares about anything, it's going to be about the body." Oh shit, there was that too. Oh, but she was glad she didn't come to when they found it. "Are you going to tell your dad?"

They were whispering on their way to their first class, with Stiles following his lead and taking her cues on how he reacted to her trailing after him.

"And tell him what? Yo, dad, I found the half of the body you're searching for when I was out at night after listening to your private conversation! Oh! And I took Scott with me and we both got attacked by an animal! Because I can see that going so well, can't you?"

Scott, honest to God, gave her wounded puppy eyes that had her trying to swat him away. She's not going to apologize for the nervous sarcasm, she just wasn't.

"But I dropped my inhaler."

She made a face, setting down her bag while he all but pouted at her.

"So?"

"So I don't want to see the body again!"

"Oh, Jesus Chris-" Stiles harshly went through her backpack, knowing she saw an inhaler there in the morning and throwing it at him when she finally found it, sending him a seething look as his hand shot out to catch it. "There, we are not going back for your inhaler."

"But it cost like, 80 bucks!" He huffed when she sneered at him, settling on his seat and stuffing the inhaler in his backpack after muttering a 'thank you'. Stiles took notice when he started acting weird, after the teacher took attendance and told them of their syllabus, head flicking around as if trying to find the noise.

She's pretty sure the teacher is lying about having a suspect in custody, but it was none of her business and she was too busy straining her ears to hear whatever Scott was listening to, as well.

"…rything except a pen. Oh my God, I didn't actually forget a pen-"

Right! Allison. Hunters.

No bueno!

You know what? She's just going to add that one to the "ignore until it goes away" pile.

Yes, the pile was growing bigger, but that was a problem for future Stiles.

That Stiles can deal with it, this Stiles is too busy trying to navigate a life not her own.

Like, she already has to learn the way to her house, school, everywhere, act like she's this kid, go to school, remember her classes and she'll definitely have to get familiar with the layout of the building, she'll have to try for lacrosse, too, because from the messages between them, Stiles really wanted to make first line to prove Jackson wrong (she's not just about what, yet), and that's not even saying anything about how all those people are basically strangers to her.

And!

She's in a body not. her. own.

So, yeah, future Stiles can deal with the supernatural shenanigans.

Still, she sent a somewhat welcoming smile at Allison when the future hunter moved to her seat behind Scott, who offered her a pen hesitantly.

What a disgustingly adorable thing to watch.

Side note, Allison's smile was so fucking pretty and Stiles was definitely jealous of her long hair- not the point.

Stiles kept her on the edge of her vision while also watching Scott, who seemed to get distracted by people talking outside before inevitably shaking his head and trying to focus on the announcements from the teacher or just going through the syllabus.

In the end, she leaves him to get her class schedule from the administrative office with the excuse that she lost hers and can't remember what classes she has, then she's rushing trying to find said rooms.

Don't even start on her locker, the combination was nowhere to be found and Scott had to tell her because of course he knew, but if there was a good thing about Allison getting his attention was that he wasn't noticing how Stiles was acting weird, or if he did notice, he attributed it to her still being shaken up from the night before.

Stiles moved her eyes away when Lydia and Jackson started making out, not all that interested in watching her friend stare at the trio, but curiously ruffling through Scott's locker, twisting her nose at the stench of 'teenage boy' coming from the clothes he had left inside, probably since before the break.

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" She did not jump at the girl popping up out of nowhere to gossip with her, shrugging and closing Scott's locker to watch the boy absentmindedly open it again without looking, still fixated on the future hunter.

"She's pretty and looks rich."

"Right. Rich people just… band together." The girl nodded as if also understanding before she rolled her eyes. "Let's hope she's not a bitch either."

"Right, cause you're enough for this school population." Stiles snipped without thought, widening her eyes and whipping her head around to face the nameless girl who was looking at her unimpressed before she snorted.

"Funny, I was going to say the same about you."

"Hey! I'm a joy to be around."

"A real ray of sunshine, yeah." She grinned at the unknown girl's sass, shrugging and snapping her fingers at Scott to hurry up and stop staring so creepily, something he promptly did, blinking a few times and finally putting away his books and getting the lacrosse uniform. "You still trying to get Jackson's attention like that, Stilinski?"

It was Scott's turn to snort, leaving her lost and gaping.

"I- I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Right."

"I don't!"

Scott turned to her with an disbelieving raised brow and a tiny smirk at the edge of his lips, exchanging amused looks with the other girl.

"So you're not going to wax poetry about Jackson's existence and his baby blue eyes?" She made an outraged face as his words sank in, trying to make sense of them.

Oh, this is so fucked up! Why couldn't she still be in love with Lydia, huh? Was a gender bend world so stupid that it could keep her looking nearly the same, but couldn't keep Stiles' romantic feelings for a girl?

"Nope."

"Yeah? And what gives?" The girl (seriously, what's her name?) crossed her arms and looked Stiles down in humor, still clearly not believing her. Honestly, if she acted the same with Jackson as Stiles had with Lydia, she wasn't surprised others weren't buying her change of heart.

"You know what they say, new year, new me."

Scott closed his locker with another snort, locking it and sending her a mocking look.

"Just yesterday you were going on and on about your ten year plan about him."

Stiles opened and closed her mouth at that before huffing and turning her face away while they laughed, frustrated that she was in this situation.

The girl, Hayley, as Scott called her, followed them for a few before parting with a wave in order to rush to her friends while Stiles morosely followed after her own friend. She so didn't want to play lacrosse, but she imagines real Stiles will be really pissed when she gets back to her body, only to find out that she had a shot at getting first line, but didn't because her body snatcher didn't try out.

Goddammit, she didn't even know the rules!

"Why are you cranky?"

"Because my best friend doesn't believe me about how I'm over Jackass." Scott snickered when she sent him a withering glare, and she shoved him roughly before marching to the girl's locker room. Glaring at some girls who were whispering in the corner and grumbling to find her locker whilst trying not to sneeze at the strong smell of sweet perfume and deodorant, frowning angrily at the lock and baring her teeth at it.

Oh, she was cranky alright.

About everything.

She didn't check if no-one was watching before pulling the lock harshly, scowling at the broken thing in her hand before tossing it inside and taking out her own uniform.

Did she put on something the wrong way? Probably, but she was banking on nobody paying enough attention to her to point it out.

Scott was waiting for her when she stepped out, grinning apologetically and making her roll her eyes, releasing all the frustration from her shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Hey, maybe you could get first-line with me!" She jogged after him, ignoring how it did nothing to tire her. "You know? We could, like, play together all the time!"

"I'm seriously considering just joining the track team." He didn't seem like he believed her, smiling down at her when they finally stopped to drop their bags on the bench. She really hated the shorts, too. They did nothing for her butt.

Scott looked like he was about to speak again, but his eyes caught Allison's, so Stiles left with a snort and roll of eyes, moving to the side to stretch while the Coach threw some equipment at him, leaving with a mocking slap to Scott's face that made her snicker and caused Scott to glare at her.

"Let's go! Come on!" Stiles groaned quietly with Finstock's shout, getting up from her squat and putting the stupid helmet on, awkwardly turning the stick on her hands and moving all the way to the back of the line to watch how they moved.

She'd been so focused on copying others that Coach's whistle had her dropping the stick to press her hands on the side of the helmet on instinct, as if it'd block the sharp sound. Her ears were still ringing when he finally stopped, making her huff and glare at him from behind her helmet before angrily picking up her stick again, starting to pace on her spot impatiently, wishing she could just throw her goddamn shot and fuck off.

Stupid ass idea.

Not even Scott catching the balls had her getting less frustrated, and she almost followed Jackson into cutting the line to already take her shot, but chose not to, not when she didn't know if her eyes were flashing.

She halted a little when Jackson took his shot, allowing everyone halting and holding their breath to wash over her, frowning a little and rooting herself on her spot to calm down. It was hard, but at least she knew why.

Stiles took a deep breath, forcing herself to remember that although she felt nothing for the sport (or this life), it was still important to Scott and real Stiles, and yes, the new senses were overwhelming and she didn't want to be there, but she'd just have to deal with it for a moment.

Her muscles relaxed by the time Finstock sputtered at Scott to get off the goal and stop showing off, feeling herself smile at his puppy grin when he jogged her way, eyes twinkling in excitement.

"Dude! Did you see that?" He jumped a little on the spot, smiling so widely that Stiles thought she'd have to turn away from how blinding and adorable it was. He was just… so excited. It was so cute!

"I did! You were incredible, Scotty!" Her (maybe) friend squirmed excitedly before promptly stepping behind her as the boy at her back, who had gone first, had stepped away with a scowl Scott's way.

"You'll do well too." He whispered her way encouragingly, making her soften even more, sighing quietly and hanging her head in shame.

She can't believe she was actually annoyed to be there, God-

Her arms moved on instinct to pick the ball tossed her way, managing to catch it on her net before she looked up in mild-surprise, turning to send one of the assistants a dirty glare. The boy shuffled awkwardly, turning around embarrassed while she huffed annoyedly and turned to the goal to see Danny, who had a fierce look on his face, still glaring at Scott over her head.

Stiles nearly snorted, shaking her head before taking a deep breath, feet sinking on the grass before she bolted to jump, twisting so her shot could pass through Danny's legs.

She wasn't overly surprised to score, just propping the stick on her shoulder and making a face when the boy glared fiercely at her whilst people made noises, a mixture of cheers, booing and pained hissed. Scott was right, it was like everything had slowed down as she could see that Danny wouldn't be able to lower his stick to catch fast enough.

Scott was hooting and clapping hard when she turned around, and Stiles once more couldn't help but soften at the boy. He was like a little ray of sunshine, all warm and puppy-like, excited to see his friend score.

On her way to the back of the line, she fist-bumped him, faltering a little in surprise at the other boys offering their closed fists as well, confusedly bumping hands as she went and somehow managing to ignore Jackson's sneer her way.

Stiles thought it was try-outs, but from what she could tell it was just practice, where she didn't even play, neither did Scott, both sitting out on the bench with several others while the first-lines took the field.

She was seriously about to complain over the lost afternoon she could've spent learning more about Stiles when Finstock put them to practice their shots with the reserve goalie 'until you pathetic heathens are throwing up your equally pathetic guts'.

Stiles didn't really put in an effort, allowing for her instincts to work enough that she wouldn't suck, but not really tuning in to hone them like Scott was doing, but apparently, it was enough that Finstock and a few of the players kept turning back to watch them.

Practice ended with her and Scott exchanging looks and running away from the field before some of the players could rough them up.

Stiles was safer than Scott, at least. Not having to share the showers with any of them, you know.

Either way, she was unsurprised with Scott whining and begging her to take them back to the preserve to search for his fallen inhaler, and damn him for using that puppy-pleading look on her, but damn her even harder for crumbling like a wet paper-towel, but she just tossed the keys his way and got on the passenger seat with snipping words that if they're really killed this time, at least she won't have been the one to drive them to their deaths.

He just rolled his eyes at her dramatics and walked back to shove his bike on the trunk before getting on the driver's side with an unimpressed glance her way when she sulked on her seat.

"Are you seriously pouting?" She turned her face away, arms crossed over her chest childishly. "Stiles." He sang teasingly, but the girl just huffed in response, making him snicker.

"We better not see the body." Stiles hissed, turning a little to side-eye him while he pulled off the school, this time actually paying attention to the path as Scott shuddered in response to her words, grimacing and nodding a little.

"Right, I hope we don't… But you'll tell your dad, if we do, right?"

The girl rolled her eyes a little, looking at him exasperated but with her lips pulling in amusement, "Yes, Scott. I'll call him if we find the body again."

The tense air cleared as he nodded happily, smiling at her and turning on the radio while Stiles snorted and leaned back on the seat, watching the roads pass by and at least able to recognize where she would've taken to drive back to the Stilinski household.

She let Scott chat her ears off, actually paying attention to what he was saying and getting sucked into a few heated debates without realizing, one that somehow descended into discussing how well they played, which sobered her up for a bit as Scott stopped Roscoe where they had left the night before, leaving her to sigh and trail after the boy while he went on and on about his new senses.

"I- I don't know what it was!" He started again, jumping down onto the water and making her grimace and aim for the rock paths rather than getting her shoes wet, avoiding his splashing. "It was like- I had all the time in the world to catch the ball!" Scott turned to her with his eyes wide, as if to drive the point harder. "And that's not the only weird thing-!"

"You can smell and hear things you shouldn't?" Scott nodded, ignoring her dry voice and extending a hand to help her cross, pulling the girl to the dirt and carrying on his path to the dropped inhaler.

"Yeah! And I-" He briskly stopped, whipping around to face her with a suspicious look. "Wait… Are you…"

"What?"

"Are you feeling those things too?" She tilted her head a little, wondering if she should lie before merely shrugging in response. "Stiles! Don't you see? We're sick!"

He gripped her shoulder, shaking her a little and making Stiles grumble, trying to shrug him off as Scott worriedly fussed over her, grasping her cheeks with one hand to look at her eyes as if he'd get to see if she was sick by looking at it before returning to squeezing her shoulders, eyes turning down to look at her shapeless body in search of an answer.

"Will you stop that?" She finally slapped his hands away, rolling her eyes and walking again, straining her ears and trying to listen to the forest around her while Scott still fussed behind her, looking down at her worriedly. "I'm fine."

"No you're not! We could have an infection! Or- Or- Rabies!" Honestly, a good train of thought, but Stiles merely shook her head a little and tried focusing on listening again until Scott grasped the back of the hoodie harshly to force her to stop.

"Gah! What the hell, Scott!" The boy didn't flinch at her snapping voice, simply glaring down at her in response and reaching for her wrist.

"You are sick, and you are going to the hospital!"

Alright, she'd admit to be a bit baffled by that, making a face and shaking her head quickly before digging her heels on the floor, pulling away from his grip to put her hands on her hips.

"I'm most certainly not going to the hospital! What the hell is the matter with you?!" His hurt-puppy look returned, but maybe she was starting to get immune to it, because all she did was glare harder. "Are you going to pay my hospital bills?

"But, Stiles-"

"No buts! Are you going to get checked out too?" When he just shuffled guiltily, Stiles sighed and rolled her eyes. "We should be fine, Scott. Let's just find your inhaler, alright?"

"What if it's bad? I shouldn't be able to hear another class, or smell the old chapstick on the Jeep! Maybe our bodies are like, getting filled with adrenaline before we go into shock!"

"Maybe we're werewolves." She couldn't help but saying, grinning when he sent her an unimpressed look, shoving her a little before finally walking again. "No, really. Think about it, we've got better reflexes, we can smell and hear better, and all because of a bite. It's all marks of becoming a werewolf. We'll know for sure by the next full moon."

"Right." Scott rolled his eyes, finally accepting the joke and snickering. Oh, they wouldn't be laughing by the end of the week, but for that moment, Stiles let herself believe she wouldn't be the one to deal with it, simply following the boy, halting behind him and curiously watching him kick away the dirt and leaves in search of his inhaler. "I could've sworn this was it."

"Hm?"

"We saw the body, the deer came running, I fell down, you threw up in that bush-"

"Oh, yuck." Scott carried on as if he hadn't heard his friend, who twisted her nose a little, actually being able to smell whatever the rain hadn't been able to wash away.

"-I dropped my inhaler."

The woods were silent as Scott crouched to get a better look around, so Stiles heard the movement the moment it started, tensing at the sound of footsteps, head immediately snapping at the figure approaching with a scowl.

It only took her a moment to recognize him from afar, but her heart slowed down once she caught sight of those impressive brows, relieved that it wasn't someone about to kill them.

Not now, at least.

Derek halted when their eyes crossed, studying the duo shrewdly and narrowing his eyes in annoyance before continuing to stomp their way, making Stiles pat Scott to get his attention, cocking her chin at the approaching man as Scott jumped to his feet, stepping in front of her a little and forcing her to step back when he did.

She had to hold back a snort when he stopped, looking like that- that standing person emoji, silently watching them until Scott finally stopped shuffling so he could continue approaching.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles took the time to study him, holding back the urge to itch her nose. She couldn't describe it, but he smelled different. Oh, she knew she wouldn't be able to tell what it was, but it was like Scott's own scent, though his was getting more potent as the day went on. It wasn't bad, nor was it good. It just was. "Huh? This is private property."

The teenagers shared a silent look before returning their eyes to the annoyed man.

"Sorry, man. We didn't know." Stiles heard her own heart skipping a beat, and he looked unimpressed when she shrugged. "Uh, we just- dropped something."

Derek watched her sharply, green eyes roving through her systematically before doing the same with the boy standing in front of her, brows raising impatiently until Scott stammered a weirded out:

"Uh, forget it."

Maybe he felt it too, what made Derek different and set their teeth on edge.

She didn't move her eyes away from him while he tossed the lost item Scott's way, looking like the boy had confirmed whatever he'd been thinking when the newly turned werewolf caught it effortlessly, looking down at the inhaler in surprise, both at what he was holding and that he was holding it.

He walked away with one last look their way, and both watched him go in silence as Stiles cataloged everything different about him that she could tell from the real world and that weird dreamland.

For starters, he looked exactly as he did in the first episode, but also younger, somehow.

No, more like she now could tell that he was younger than what she first imagined. He seemed to be in his early 20's, a few years away from 25 yet.

Stiles could feel Scott's eyes flicking down at her a few times before he carefully pushed her so she'd walk, muttering under his breath.

"Alright, I've gotta get to work." She didn't say anything else, only nodded and stepped closer to him, trying to forget how Derek smelled funky by subtly using Scott as a palate cleanser, smirking when he groaned as she moved to the passenger's seat, done with erasing Derek's scent.

"Hey, I could just make you ride your bike."

"Alright, alright! I'll be your goddamn chauffeur." He grumbled, but didn't seem too bothered by her request that he'd drive, this time slapping away her hand when she tried finding another radio-station, making her gape at him offendedly. "What? Driver picks the music, it's the rule."

Snorting, Stiles shook her head and leaned back, letting the music wash over her and trying not to think back on Derek, who definitely knew they were werewolves, or at least turning into them.

Welp, to the 'future Stiles' problem' pile it goes.

She helped Scott take out his bike once he stopped at his work, curiously following him in despite his confused look, ignoring his little smile and shake of the head before he left her to change into something more appropriate for dealing with scratching animals.

The girl looked around, walking to the front to peer down at the counter, trying to remember why it was important. She couldn't step closer- Better yet, she didn't want to step closer.

The thought of crossing it left her nauseous and shot a distraught bolt of fear down her spine, leaving her staring the wood down in wonder over how the hell Scott had ever been able to stick around it with no problem.

"Ah, good afternoon, Stiles."

"Je-sus Christ!" She yelped, all but jumping around to face Deaton and nearly bumping on wrong counter.

He looked at her in curiosity, the eerily calm vibes made her invisible hackles raise.

Creepy son of a bitch.

Forcing an awkward smile, Stiles waved goofily.

"Hi, doc. Just snooping around." Deaton studied her blankly, a small smile on his lips that she couldn't, for the life of her, identify. Her eyes were drawn back to the separation counter, glancing at it for a second before shaking her head and deciding to leave it be. She didn't remember what it was made of, but she knew that he was some kind of witch.

No, not witch, uh- It was like a D&D class.

Druid? Maybe? A Mage? Urgh.

"I can see that." There was a glint of humor in his eyes when he spoke, making Stiles release the tension of her shoulders and grin with a shrug, stuffing her hands inside the pockets of her hoodie. "If you are going to stay, would you like to help?"

Her brows jumped up in surprise, shifting from one foot to another.

"Can I pet the cats if I help?" This time his face opened up more, his smile wider and amusement making his eyes shine as he gave a nod.

"If they allow you. Come, I think you'll have an easier time helping me with stocking."

"Hm, I wouldn't be so sure." Deaton didn't answer her, just smiled a little and started telling her where to put things away, crossing them off in his clipboard.

It was a nice way to let her thoughts wander whilst still maintaining focus, because some of those boxes had glass containers.

She could hear that Scott had already started his work somewhere inside, and wondered if he'd tell her off for still being around before dismissing the thought. The boy was a cutie-patootie, he'd just be excited to spend more time around his friend.

"And if you can put those on the middle shelf, please." Stiles simply hummed in response, carefully picking up the box with ease and having to hold it with one arm to move some bottles to the side so she'd be able to put the package down.

"Wow!" The girl would've dropped the box if she hadn't heard Scott getting close, carefully shoving it between the other materials before looking back to smile at her friend, who was gaping at her while Deaton had a knowing look on his face, making Stiles look between them waiting for an explanation. "Stiles! That thing is heavy as hell! How did you-"

Her eyes snapped at the veterinarian, who simply smiled innocently, making the new werewolf bite back a groan in order to shrug.

"Didn't feel heavy, obviously." She grinned at Scott, looking him up and down teasingly. "Maybe you just lack upper body strength."

Scott sent her an offended look while Deaton chuckled quietly, shaking his head and crossing off the last of the supplies that had been delivered before he grinned at her.

"Thank you for your help, Stiles. Maybe one of the cats will be amenable for a few pats, if you ask nicely."

It was Scott's time to look between them in confusion before shaking his head and waving at her to follow him, something she did gladly, sending him a happy smile that had Scott rolling with eyes fondly after he pointed to where the animals were being kept, while he returned to doing whatever he was supposed to be doing.

She slowly stepped into the room, hearing a few growls and hisses picking up before a low growl left her chest as well, making her startle in surprise, hand jumping to her heart as the animals calmed down instantly. Looking around, Stiles walked carefully to the cats glaring at her distrustfully before gently placing her finger between the bars of the least hostile one

The cat was funny looking, eyes going in different directions and fur all tangled up. It also had a bright pink cast on one of its front legs.

Honestly, it was kind of ugly, but in an adorably sweet way.

It still sent Stiles a warning growl, but carefully stepped closer to sniff around her fingers, and she was wondering if she should ask for some catnip to interact with them before the weird thing rubbed its cheek on her finger, making her grin happily, scratching whatever she could reach from the black and gray cat.

Soon its loud purring was cutting through the few growls and hisses, and Stiles could concentrate on taking this small joy.

She needed that. It was why she wasn't driving back to Stiles' house, why she was still around Scott and not alone.

She couldn't be alone.

Didn't want to deal with thinking. With wondering if she was going back or what had happened; so she was happy to occupy herself with anything else.

Unfortunately, there was only so long she could stick around, as the Sheriff reminded her with a call as to where she was.

The cat meowed annoyedly when she grudgingly pulled her fingers away, rubbing its face on the crate and all but screaming at Stiles for the audacity of stopping.

"Ah, it's good to know he can accept someone touching him." Stiles looked back at Deaton, who looked ready to head out as well, head tilted her way and tactfully ignoring that a few dogs were still growling lowly her way.

"He? What's his name?"

She forced herself not to step away when he approached, but turned a little so he wasn't at her back. It was not that she thought he was bad, he just unnerved her a little, always had.

"Hm, he doesn't have one. A kid found him on the road and dropped him off. There is no chip."

Seeing as she wasn't stepping away at that moment, she stuck her fingers back to get a few more scratches in, smiling a little at the dramatic way it stopped screaming to rub his cheeks on her fingers.

"What's going to happen to him, then?"

"Well, he's going to the shelter the clinic helps."

Oh, but she shouldn't.

It wasn't her life, and she didn't know if Stiles even liked cats, or if the Sheriff was allergic to them.

She wasn't sticking around!

No way, no sir.

It'd just be irresponsible… right?

A/N: The name Bronisława is a Polish name of meaning broni (to protect, to defend) and sława (glory, fame), which I found was the closest thing to Stiles' real name, Mieczyslaw, which roughly translates to Sword of Glory, and I've seen somewhere that also has a meaning about protecting, so! Cool right?

Anyhow, here's the second chapter. It's freaking huge, with around 7.785 words. I thought about splitting it, but honestly, not much happens in it, especially since she's still in so much denial. But also, it's literally just the next day lmao. She'll start properly freaking out and doing plot things after her first full moon.

But also, I hope i properly portrayed how Stiles being a girl and in the same situation as Scott makes him all alert and worried, bc that's his best friend, and his mama taught him that girls should be protected even when they can protect themselves. He just cares a lot about her, what can I say.

Until next time, if you're actually reading this!

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