Stiles got home just as his dad was pulling in the driveway.

"Hey, dad."

"Hi son," Noah smiled, "Listen, I just got back from work and I'm free the rest of the night. I know you have practice today, think I can finally see you in action?"

Stiles grinned, excited at his dad cheering him on from the stands even if it was just practice. Then he remembered that practice was canceled.

"Sorry dad," He winced, "Coach canceled practice today. More than half the team got stuck in detention with Mr. Harris. Coach practically had a conniption over it but Harris wouldn't budge."

Noah was disappointed but he shrugged it off. He could always wait 'til the big game on Saturday to watch Stiles and for now, he could catch up on some sleep.

Both Stilinski men went inside the house and while Noah shrugged off his Sheriff's jacket and took off his shoes, Stiles ran up to his room and changed his shirt.

"Where are you going? You and Scott aren't up to anything, are you?"

"No, dad." Stiles rolled his eyes. "We aren't up to anything. He's at the clinic. I just have to check on someone real quick then I'll be back for dinner."

Stiles told his dad about the incident with the blonde in the parking lot, pleased and stunned to realize that this was the first time since he got bit that he didn't have to lie to his dad.

"Wow, I hope she's okay."

"Me too, that's the errand I have to run. I want to swing by the hospital and make sure she's okay."

"Is this that Lydia girl you're always talking about?"

"Dad, Lydia has strawberry blonde hair and she's not epileptic. This is a different classmate of mine."

"So, are you moving on from Lydia now?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Lydia Martin is and always will be my one true love. She just doesn't know it yet."

Noah shook his head, more than familiar with his son's "devotion" to his classmate. He would never tell him this but Noah didn't think that Stiles loved this Lydia girl. To him, it just seemed like his son was holding on to a puppy love that should have faded long ago. Maybe being around another girl would help cure Stiles of his Lydia fixation.

Noah watched his son leave for the hospital and prepared himself for one well-deserved nap.

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Melissa was the one who greeted Stiles at the hospital, "Hey Stiles. No practice today? Where's Scott?"

"Practice got canceled today and Scott's out with his new girlfriend."

Stiles winced. He didn't expect how difficult it would be for him to even think about Scott and Allison without feeling...adrift.

"But that's not why I'm here." He said pushing past those triggering thoughts and focusing on why he came here. "There was a girl, uhh she's blonde and the paramedics brought her here after she started seizing in the parking lot. I was the one who called the paramedics, I just want to know if she's okay."

"She's okay now Stiles." She smiled, "Her doctor gave her something for the seizure, she's just resting now."

"Okay, that's good," Stiles said feeling relieved. "Can I uhh, can I talk to her? I just wanna know how she's doing." Stiles said, "I feel like I should."

Melissa smiled and led him to Room 202, she knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open.

"Erica?" She said and Stiles was relieved that he was spared the awkwardness of having to ask her himself, "You have a visitor."

Stiles took a deep breath and stepped inside the room while Melissa waited outside. Erica was lying on her side, her back facing the door as she curled herself into a ball. At first, Stiles thought that she was cold and was about to ask Melissa where the blankets were when he heard soft, barely-there sobs. She was crying. And he was sure that if it weren't for his werewolf hearing, he wouldn't have known.

"Hey," He said staying at the foot of her bed not wanting to get too close in case she got scared, "My name's Stiles. Umm, I was the one who found you."

Still, Erica said nothing though her cries have stopped now.

"Melissa, I mean Nurse McCall said you're gonna be fine. So umm, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Stiles could practically feel the awkwardness weighing down the air in the room, almost choking the words out of him in a desperate effort to fill the silence.

"So umm, listen. You probably want to rest, but uhh if you need anything you can just call me. I mean not me, obviously not me cause I'm not a doctor, but you can call Nurse McCall, she's really good. At taking care of people and yelling at them. Personally, it's more of the latter for me. Apparently I'm maddening. Anyway, I think I've made enough of a fool of myself for one day, so I'll just go jump off the hospital roof. We could be neighbors here if I don't die of the shame or the fall, whichever comes first."

Wincing at the word vomit and at how profoundly he humiliated himself in front of a total stranger, Stiles reached the doorknob.

"Thank you." He turned around and found Erica sitting up on her bed and smiling at him. Her eyes were kind of red from her crying episode but she smiled so earnestly at Stiles that he smiled back at her.

"Anytime," He said, "But if you want to talk to me, you can ask Nurse McCall for my number. Pretty sure she has it in her phone under the name Hooligan or Pest or if I get to her phone before you ask her, it could be under Favorite Son."

Erica giggled and Stiles left the room feeling a lot better.

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After leaving the hospital, Stiles decided to drive the long way home, he just needed the extra time to think about all the changes being a werewolf has rained upon his life, especially this newest revelation about Allison Argent. Even if he still wanted to tell Scott about his newest nightlife, Allison's father's identity made that nearly impossible now. What were the odds that in the same month that he gets turned into a werewolf, his best friend starts dating a werewolf hunter's daughter?

And how much did she know about werewolves anyway? Was she as oblivious as she appeared or did she join her father on full moons with a crossbow in her hands?

Unsure of Allison's stance on the supernatural, Stiles decided to stay away from her as much as he can. The last thing he needed was for him to do something innocuous like run too fast, and accidentally expose himself to the daughter of a werewolf hunter. He just hoped that she knew nothing about werewolves, that way he would be less likely to find her holding the crossbow pointed at his chest.

As usual, his trusty steed led him to the same place that made him feel all sorts of emotions. Longing, frustration, hopelessness, dreaminess, and most of all love.

He stopped the jeep across the street from the Martin house, imagining what it would be like to be invited by Lydia to her house. He didn't care if it was for a party, or a group study thing, heck he didn't even care if he was hired to clean the pool! Just knowing that Lydia Martin wanted him in her house for whatever reason was enough to keep him happy.

He was still daydreaming of living with Lydia in a nice house with a couple of children running around when he heard someone scream from inside the house. The scream was followed by the sound of glass shattering and when Stiles recognized the voice as Lydia's, he got out of his jeep and ran to the house. Ready to take out anyone who hurt her. His eyes flashed into its now-familiar golden hue when he saw the front door open and Jackson shrug on his jacket as he stepped outside. Stiles stopped by the hedge in front of the Martin house not understanding what was going on. Then he saw Lydia angrily walk to the door. Her eyeliner marked the path of her tears across her cheeks and her hand paled with how hard she was grabbing the door.

"Get back here!" She screamed at the boy climbing into his Porsche, "We're not done talking about this. Jackson!"

The roar of the Porsche was the only response she got as the boy sped out of the driveway. Lydia was left standing in her doorway watching the spot where her boyfriend's car was only three seconds ago. She stayed there for five more seconds before regaining her composure and wiping her cheeks and slamming the door closed, unwilling to let anyone know how upset she really was.

Meanwhile, Stiles fumed as he watched the whole thing unfold. The boy barely noticed the claws and fangs that unsheathed themselves in response to the anger growing in his heart. He let his animal side take over, getting down on hands and feet as he chased after the speeding car. The wind rushed past him and all his senses focused on nothing but the red car ahead of him and the blonde lacrosse captain driving it.

First, Jackson took Lydia. For years he watched as the other boy kissed and hurt the girl he was in love with and he couldn't do anything about it. Now, he made Lydia cry again. He hurt the girl he's been in love with for years again and again. He made her cry. He broke her heart.

And Stiles would make him pay.

Letting his anger fuel his speed, Stiles caught up to the speeding car. This close he could smell Jackson's expensive cologne and hear the asshole music he was playing on the radio. Growling at the apparent disregard the boy had for the crying girl he left on her doorstep, Stiles leapt and grabbed the bumper of Jackson's car.

With strength that he didn't know he had, he pulled the car back and forced it to stop. He heard the sound of bone popping followed by Jackson's cry of pain. The sounds made him angrier and he wanted to hear him cry again. He held on to the bumper for a few more seconds, not sure what he was going to do but knowing that Jackson had to pay. Then his hand moved and accidentally brushed against the exhaust pipe. He hissed in pain at the burn on his arm. The pain was quick and sharp but it was enough to get him to snap out of his werewolf trance and remember where he was. He shook off the last voice in his head telling him to kill Jackson and ran from the scene as fast as he could.

He was breathing hard when he made it back to his jeep, his heart racing from the adrenaline pumping through his veins reminding him of what he'd just done. Furious with himself, he slammed his hands repeatedly on the steering wheel. He did it again. He let his emotions get the best of him and this time, he got someone hurt. It didn't matter that it was Jackson, he hurt someone and he didn't know what to do.

Once he calmed down, he grabbed his phone and called 911 to tell them about an accident he saw. He stayed at that spot until he heard sirens and saw the ambulance rushing to Jackson's car.

When the ambulance drove past him again, he heard the medics talking about what happened to Jackson.

"…dislocated shoulder. The seatbelt dug into his shoulder when the car suddenly stopped."

"He's lucky, it could have been worse."

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AN: First off, sorry for being late guys. There was a pretty big storm in the area and lingered for a few days. Nothing serious, mostly just rain that comes out of nowhere but it did mess with the internet connection and cell service. I couldn't even send emails. The storm has passed now but it's still pretty cloudy and rainy and the internet keeps fluctuating.

Second, no offense to Stydia shippers. I ship them, really I do, they're happy and their journey is straight out of a fairytale. However, I also believe that Stiles didn't truly love Lydia at first. He admired her and loved what he knew of her, but it wasn't until they became friends, when Lydia showed him who she really was that she truly loved her. Some of you may not agree and honestly at this point I don't have a final ship in mind for Shifted yet. It will depend on where the story goes, it might be Stydia or it might not.

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Updated: July 7, 2021