Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Sorry it's going kind of slow, but I wanted to focus on the build up and establish how the change affects the characters (mainly Stiles) and how different things will be when Stiles fully understands what Scott is struggling with. It'll start to pick up in this chapter, then get into the action and things in the next chapter.
The Hale Pack: New Abilities
The dead girl they found in the woods was Laura Hale.
After initially freaking out, the boys calmed down enough to decide to try and sleep before school and just ask Derek about everything the next day. It was times like this that Stiles was glad he kept spare clothes and supplies at Scott's house.
After changing into clean sweats and t-shirts, Stiles called his dad, who was relieved his son wasn't alone, so would be out of danger. (At least that's what he thought) The boys decided to treat themselves to sandwiches and water before heading to bed, hoping to get some sleep before they had to wake up at 6. Seriously, why did they agree to meet Derek at 7?
*The Next Morning*
When Stiles woke up on his best friends bedroom floor, he wondered what he was doing there on a school night. Then it all came flooding back. The body. The woods. The wo-Thing. Derek. Laur-Derek! Derek was going to pick them up! Fumbling to his feet, Stiles looked at the alarm clock that sat on Scott's desk. 6:04. Okay, he can work with that. Picking up the pillow he'd been using from the floor, Stiles lifted it above his head with both hands without thinking and slammed it into Scott's chest.
"DUDE!" Scott yelled, shooting up in bed, taking care to give Stiles his most threatening glare. He didn't look very threatening, more like an angry puppy, but point's for effort.
"Get up, Derek's picking us up at 7." Stiles announced, grabbing a set of clothes from 'his' draw and claimed the bathroom before Scott could even stand.
"Dere- oh" Stiles just knew that Scott was currently poking at his wound through the dressing. Wound. Wait. Why didn't his arm hurt? He examined it in the mirror and saw that it was still bandaged and that the dressing itself was stained with dried blood. He shrugged and figured it'd start hurting later on. He removed the dressing, cringing at the dried blood, before turning off the shower and stripping.
Stiles showered and dressed quickly, quickly put on fresh bandages without paying the wound much attention and left the bathroom so Scott could use it.
"Finally!" Scott exclaimed, rushing past Stiles and into the bathroom. 6:22, cool, he had time to make breakfast. Grabbing a red hoodie from Scott's closet, he didn't need anyone else seeing the bandage on his arm, Stiles left the room and made his way towards the kitchen.
Passing Melissa McCall's room, Stiles heard the nurse humming a tune he didn't recognise, meaning she was awake. Huh, usually he and Scott only heard her humming when they pressed their ears to the door trying to figure out their chance of sneaking downstairs to play video games at 2 in the morning. They weren't very good.
'She must feel like humming louder today', Stiles thought to himself whilst going downstairs, ignoring the nagging voice in his head telling him that he knew it wasn't true.
Helping himself to the ingredients in the McCall's cupboards and fridge, Stiles set off making pancakes. Blueberry for Melissa and Chocolate chip for himself and Scott. Halfway through cooking the first pancake, he heard Melissa's bedroom door open, and the woman came rushing downstairs in her pajama's "Scott why do I sm-!" Melissa froze at the kitchen door when she saw Stiles cooking instead of her son, then sighed in relief "Stiles, it's you, good, I thought Scott was cooking!" Stiles chuckled at that, it's a big mistake to allow Scott to use anything other than a kettle or microwave, though you should be wary when he uses a microwave. His chuckle was cut off when Melissa's expression changed from relieved to suspicious "Why are you here? On a school day? Does your father know? Why didn't I know?" She shot off quickly, placing her hands on her hips.
"I thought Scott called you when I called my dad, but apparently not." Stiles started, expertly flipping the pancake. "Last night, dad was called out because two joggers found a body in the woods, please don't tell him that I know! I plan to be shocked and appalled when it appears on the news. Anyway, at around 11 I got bored so I invited myself over here." Melissa rolled her eyes at that, but had a soft smile on her face as she made her way to the kitchen table. "Of course half way here, Roscoe decided to break down. I got help, and dropped off here, with the promise that Scott and I will be picked up and taken to the Jeep at 7. So all is good." Stiles felt bad about lying to the woman, but if he told her the truth... It wouldn't end well. He distracted her from the holes in his story by sliding a blueberry pancake onto a plate and placing it in front of her. That pancake was followed by five more before he started on the chocolate chip ones.
Stiles had received praises on his cooking from Melissa and served up two plates with half a dozen chocolate chip pancakes each when Scott finally walked downstairs, bag slung over his shoulder, Lacrosse Stick firmly attached.
"Morning mum," Scott greeted, kissing Melissa on the cheek. "Ooh pancakes." He snatched a plate before sitting opposite his mum at the table. He stuffed a pancake in his mouth, moaning at the taste. "M'm c'n sti'es wiv wif us?" he asked while chewing the food.
"No Scott, you need manners and apparently you don't have them when he's around" Melissa stated, cringing at her son. Stiles chuckled softly, turning off the stove and sitting at the table before stuffing himself with pancakes. His thoughts rapidly turned to the previous night and Derek, distracting him from his food.
"So, you boys still trying out for Lacrosse today?" Melissa asked, glancing at the Lacrosse stick on the floor, already knowing the answer. Thankfully, Scott remembered to swallow his food before replying this time.
"Yeah, I'm not going to be on the bench this year either mum, I'm gonna be first line." Scott announced proudly, smiling at his mum.
"That's great honey, I can't wait to see you play." Melissa beamed at her son, pleased with his confidence, she just hoped he wouldn't be let down. "How about you Stiles?"
Scott and Melissa looked at Stiles, surprised when he didn't immediately reply. They were even more shocked to see him staring at the table, a thoughtful expression on his face. His plate still held four pancakes, but he wasn't making a move to eat them.
"Stiles?" Scott asked carefully, leaning toward his best friend. The lanky boy continued to stare at the table intensely, mind working at a mile a minute.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled to him, finally gaining the boy's attention.
"Huh, what?" Scott looked at him in concern, eyes flickering to the uneaten pancakes, then back to his friend. "No, Scott you can't have my pancakes!" Stiles huffed out, pulling the plate closer to himself and proceeding to munch on another pancake. Stiles knew that his friend wasn't after them, but it was the best way to keep the McCall's from being concerned about him.
By the time Stiles had finished his breakfast, without any other incidents, it was 6.57. Derek would be there soon. Quickly, Stiles and Scott gathered up the plates, pans and other utensils and placed them haphazardly in the dishwasher. Just as Stiles turned it on, a car pulled up outside the house.
"That's our ride, see you later mum" Scott said, giving her another kiss on the cheek and grabbed his bag.
"Later Mrs. McCall." Stiles called, making his way to the front door with Scott.
"Bye boy's, have a good day." The door slammed shut before she'd even finished speaking.
Scott and Stiles made their way to the Camaro, the passenger door was open and waiting for them. Once again they both climbed in the back.
"Hey" Scott greeted as he fastened his seatbelt, Stiles repeating his best friend's actions.
"How are the bites?" Derek asked while he pulled out into the road and drove towards the preserve.
"They're..." Scott started, his signature puzzled expression appearing on his face. "They're fine." He looked to Stiles "Does yours hurt?"
"N-no," Sure it's one thing for his wound not to hurt right now, but Stiles couldn't ignore that Scott's was the same. Both of them suffering deep bite wounds and neither of them hurting the next day? Sure, it could be a coincidence, but his instincts screamed otherwise. "Not at all."
Stiles shrugged off his jacket and quickly peeled off the bandages. He was half expecting the wounds to be gross and deep, possibly oozing a little. However Stiles wasn't completely surprised to see that the bite on his arm was smaller than before, not as deep or wide, looking to be a few days old. How was this possible?
Looking up at Scott, he saw that his wound was also smaller. The best friends exchanged puzzled and awed looks.
"How is this possible?" Scott asked, looking from Stiles to Derek in shock. Shaking his head, Stiles subconsciously ran his right hand, again with no pain, over his buzz cut.
"I-I don't- Fuck, I don't know" He replied, looking to the stoic man driving the car, he asked "Do you?"
"Yes." Was the short reply, and Derek made no move to elaborate.
"Care to tell us?" Scott asked incredulously
"Later," Derek informed them, pulling up next to Stiles' Jeep, 'huh, that was quick' Stiles thought "Meet me here after Lacrosse." He spat the word like it had personally offended him. He shoved the passenger door open and yanked the seat forward. "Don't be late."
"Dude, you can't jus-" Stiles' protest was cut off by a steely glare from Derek, "See you after practice!" He said scrambling to get out of the car, quickly followed by Scott. The second the door shut, the sports car sped away, heading further up the path.
"Dude. What. The. Hell?" Scott's eyes were wide as they flickered back and forth from Stiles' face to his arm. "What the hell is going on?"
"I have no fucking clue, man." He walked towards Roscoe, quickly glancing in the back seat to make sure his School supplies were still there, they were, before opening the door and climbing into the Jeep with ease. "Get in dude, we gotta get going." Scott did as he was told and climbed on to the passenger seat.
By the time they had reached the school, the best friends were rambling theories. From radio-active spiders to government conspiracies.
"I still say it's something to do with whatever attacked us last night." Stiles informed Scott whilst flailing his arms around. Scott nodded in agreement.
"Yeah that wolf was freaky" As they walked past the bike racks that Scott usually used, Jackson Whittemore pulled up and proceeded to hit Scott with the car door.
"Dude," Jackson hissed, glaring at Scott "Watch the paint job!" As if it was Scott's fault. Leaving when a friend called out to him.
"Douche" Stiles muttered. Scott and Stiles proceeded to walk in silence until they stopped beside an empty bench. "Okay, let's get a better look at these things" Stiles rolled up his right jacket sleeve and Scott pulled up his shirt.
"Dude" They muttered in unison. Although the injuries were smaller, they were still rather deep. Showing just how badly they had been bitten. Covering their wounds, Scott and Stiles walked closer to the school.
"This is insane dude." Scott told Stiles, as he walked in front of him, ten turned to face him. "I mean, we find a dead body, get attacked by a freaky red eyed wolf, now we both have weird healing powers! It's just-"
"-freaking awesome!" Stiles interrupted, finishing the sentence for his friend, despite knowing that Scott was going to say something else. "This is seriously going to be the best thing to happen to this town since" Stiles noticed his long time crush walking towards them "Since the birth of Lydia Martin! Hey Lydia, you look... Like you're gonna ignore me"
Scott resisted the urge to laugh as Stiles turned to him accusingly. "You're the cause of this, you know."
Scott simply nodded "uh huh."
"Dragging me down to you're nerd depths" The bell rang and the best friends began walking into the school
"Uh huh." Scott repeated, knowing his friend didn't mean what he was saying.
"I'm a nerd by association. I'm scarlet nerded by you."
The conversation continued in that manner until they reached class and had to separate to go to their desks. They each took out their supplies and half listened to the teacher. Then an interesting topic came up.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Scott turned to look at Stiles, who smirked and winked at him. The two grinned at each other. "And I am sure that your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody." Scott shoots Stiles a confused look, who in turn, raises his hands in a defensive 'don't ask me' motion. "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the Syllabus on your desks" Many students groaned "Outlining this semester."
A shrill sound rang out as someone's phone went off, loudly. Scott and Stiles looked around the room, searching for the culprit, sharing shocked looks when they realised that nobody else was, as if they were the only ones who could hear it. A single beep cut off the ringing, then a girl's voice sounded, just not in the room. Looking out the window, both boys noticed a pretty brunette girl sat on the bench near the car park.
"Mum, three calls on my first day is a little over doing it." She spoke into the phone that was sandwiched between her head and right shoulder, both of her hands searching through her bag. Scott and Stiles exchanged a startled look before returning their attention to the girl. "Everything except a pen! Oh my god, I didn't actually forget a pen!" She sighed as the person, apparently her mum, replied, the said "Okay, okay, I gotta go, love you." She stood when the principal approached her apologised for 'keeping her waiting'.
Both boys followed the voices and footsteps as they grew louder, approaching the classroom door. The door opened and the new girl walked in behind the principal, looking shy and uncomfortable. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do the best to make her feel welcome."
The girl, Allison, doesn't say anything, simply walks in and sits at the empty desk, right behind Scott. He turns around and gives her a pen, she looks confused, but smiles gratefully, accepting the pen. "Thanks." She says with a smile. Scott smiles dopily back at her before turning back around, not noticing Allison's face turning back to confused and slightly suspicious as to how he could have known.
Stiles looked between Scott and Allison, thoughts coming and going quickly, from 'way to blend in dude' and 'that's not weird at all, Scotty!' to 'Scotty's got a crush' and 'If she wasn't so out of his league, they'd be cute together'.
Maybe he could help Scott win her over, but only after she had been interrogated, Stilinski style.
A/N: I hope this was okay, thanks for reading, please let me know what you think.
High Serpent King: I was not aware of those, thanks I'll check them out. Thank you, I hope you and others like it x
cornelia. schuitema: Thanks, I do plan to involve the sheriff in this story. I also love him as a character, and I'm looking forward to writing him x
Vickie457: Thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter too x