Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Things will pick up in this chapter. With Jackson, Lacrosse and the full moon, the friends have a lot to deal with.
The Hale Pack: Confrontation
Scott greeted the man politely "Morning." and Stiles waved nervously.
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About 15 minutes later, Stiles approached his house, dripping wet. Man, he hoped that no one saw him. Apart from that guy who's pool they had jumped into at least.
The guy was kind enough to not call the police once he and Scott had promised to leave his property and stay away. Now Stiles had to figure out a way to sneak into his house without his dad catching him.
"Have a nice swim?" A voice called out from behind him. Spinning around in panic, Stiles sighed in relief when he saw Derek standing there.
"Dude, you scared the crap outta me!" Stiles snapped, waving his hands in annoyance. "What are you doing here?"
"I think a better question would be, what were you doing in the woods this morning?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know man, Scott and I just woke up there!" He explained, flailing his arms for emphasis. "Then we saw the Alpha, ran away and ended up in some guy's pool."
"You saw the Alpha?"
"Yeah, but I didn't get close enough to catch it's scent. I just grabbed Scott and ran." Stiles looked at the ground shamefaced.
"You did the right thing, you're not ready to face it yet. Tonight's the full moon, you need to get ready." Derek informed him"You'll be irritable today. Be careful. Keep an eye on Scott too. You both need to come to my house tonight. They'll be hunters out tonight, so get there before sunset."
Stiles nodded, he was about to respond when his enhanced ears picked up on his dad moving around inside the house. "Shit look, can we talk later? I need to find a way to sneak past my dad and get to my room. Hopefully without soaking the enti-"
"The window" Derek interrupted Stiles' rant.
"Huh?"
"You're bedroom window. You can easily make the jump." Derek told him seriously.
Stiles made his way around to his bedroom window. Looking up at it in disbelief. "Don't think too much. Let your wolf take over. It'll guide you." Stiles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Embracing his wolf.
He opened his eyes, his vision red as he focused on his target. With amber eyes and ears sharpening to points, he took several steps backwards. Paused. Then took three quick strides forwards. Leaping up, Stiles gripped his window sill with ease. He pushed his window open with one hand and swung himself through the gap, landing silently in a crouch.
Stiles broke out his daze when Derek leapt through the window, gliding over him and landing just as silently. "You did good," He informed Stiles as the two stood up, then turned to face him with a grin. "I was expecting to have to catch you."
"What?" Stiles demanded in a hushed voice. "You said I could easily make it!" He glared at the elder wolf in annoyance.
"You could, and did, but most don't make it on the first try, especially with such a short run up. You're a natural." Derek praised him, in a steady tone. Trying not to show just how impressed he was.
Stiles blushed, looking at his bare feet sheepishly "Um, I-I should, um, I should get ready for school, so..."
"Yeah, of course." Derek headed back towards the window, starting to climb out, while Stiles started to grab a new set of clothes. "Oh, and one more thing." Derek stopped, leg's hanging out of the window.
"Yeah?" Stiles turned to him and Derek's eyes raked over his body.
"I like your pajamas" Derek smirked at him and jumped out of the window.
Stiles stared at the window in awe and embarrassment for a second, then shook his head, gathered his clothes and a towel and went to take a shower.
15 minutes later, Stiles was dressed and heading downstairs, when he heard his dad's voice. "Wolf hair? Are you sure? You're telling me that a wolf killed that girl and ripped her in half?" Stiles couldn't hear the reply, just a slight static noise. "Okay, okay, let me know if you find anything else." He heard a beep as his dad hung up the phone followed by a frustrated sigh.
Stiles continued making his way downstairs, making his way to the kitchen where he knew his dad was.
"Mornin' dad." He greeted, his dad was sat at the table, coffee in one hand, case file in the other. "Whatcha got there?" Stiles made a move to look at the file, even though he knew most of the information, but his dad would be suspicious if he didn't. As expected, John moved the file away from his son, placing it face down on the table.
"Something you're not allowed to read." He stated. Stiles raised his hands in defense, backing away from his father and towards the fridge.
"Okay, okay! What do you want for breakfast? Oatmeal? Fruit? Rais-" He asked while searching through the fridge.
"Bacon? Eggs? Pancakes?" John interrupted, looking at Stiles with a raised eyebrow.
"That's not healthy, we're eating healthy!" He told his dad, head buried in the fridge. With the sheriff under the illusion that he was looking for ingredients, Stiles took the opportunity to get used to the new, surprisingly different, scent of food. In some cases, such as eggs, fruits and vegetables, the scent was relatively the same, just stronger. but processed food was a different story. He could smell each individual chemical. It made his nose itch and eyes water. Blinking, he pulled his head out of the fridge as his dad protested.
"Come on, Stiles! This is a really stressful case! One good breakfast won't kill me!" The sheriff argued.
"True," Stiles nodded in agreement. "But add it to the stress, and all of the greasy food you eat at lunch that you think I don't know about, and it might."
"Stiles.." The Sheriff sighs. Stiles huffs, resigned, picking up on his dad's exhaustion and stress.
"Fine, you can have an omelette." His dad smiled at him. "But, you're having vegetables in it!"
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Scott was in a corridor going through his locker, when Jackson came to him, a threatening air surrounding him, and slammed the locker door shut.
"Alright, little man, how about you tell me where you're getting your juice?"
Scott was both startled and confused by Jackson "What?"
Jackson stared at Scott, putting more threat into his words this time "Where. Are you. Getting. Your juice?"
Scott looked around confused, as if expecting to see someone filming him as part of a prank, why was Jackson asking him about juice? "My mom does all the grocery shopping..." He informed him.
Jackson looked at him like he was an idiot, before deciding that Scott was probably just trying to throw him off. "Now listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from because there's no way in hell you're kicking ass on the field like that, without some sort of chemical boost."
Scott's eyes widened in realisation "Oh, you mean steroids!" His look turned accusing "Are you on steroids?"
Jackson turned annoyed at his lack of answers and pinned Scott against a locker "What the hell is going on with you McCall?!" He demanded angrily.
Scott yelled right back at him "What's going on with me? You really want to know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell! I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!" Scott sighed in relief at letting everything out.
Jackson let out a chuckle "You think you're funny? Don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." Jackson slammed his fist against a locker, right next to Scott's head, before walking away.
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Stiles ran up to Scott on the Lacrosse field before practice started. "Scott! Scott, wait up!"
Scott looked at Stiles in annoyance "Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?"
Stiles shook his head, placing a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hair on the body from the woods!"
Scott picked up his gear, ignoring his best friend "Stiles, I gotta go."
Stiles yelled, chasing after him "Wait, no, Scott! You're not gonna believe what animal it was!" He stopped, staring as Scott ignored him and walked away. Lowering his voice in resignation, Stiles said "It was a wolf."
Coach hollered at the team as they herded around him "Let's go, gather 'round! Come on, come on!"
Scott spotted Allison making her way to the bleachers, when she noticed him looking her way, she smiled softly and waved to him. Scott grinned, waving back.
Coach happened to look towards Scott at that moment and noticed his hand up. "You got a question, McCall?"
Scott looked at him confused "What?"
"You raised your hand, you have a question?"
Scott shook his head "Oh, no, I was just, er... Nothing, sorry."
Coach nodded "Okay." He turned, looking around at the rest of the team. "You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you're playing! Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves you! Everything else is, uh, cream cheese. Now get out there and show me what you've got!"
The team cheered, making their way to the field and soon the game began. Scott quickly got the ball, only to be knocked to the ground by Jackson. Which made him angry. When the whistle sounded again, Scott and Jackson were in the middle of the pitch, ready to fight for the ball. Scott took possession of the ball and gave an amazing performance of skill. Spinning and sweeping past the other players, flipping over a wall of three, before shooting the ball into the goal with perfect precision. Everyone watched him with dumbfounded eyes and applauded him in amazement.
Coach called out to Scott with wide eyes "McCall! Get over here!" When Scott reached him, he continued. "What in God's name was that? This a Lacrosse field!" Scott looked at Coach in shock "What, you're trying up for the gymnastic team?!"
Scott shook his head "No, coach..."
Coach pointed to the goal "What the hell was that?"
Scott mentally shrugged, looking at Coach with wide eyes "I don't know... I was just trying to make the shot."
"Yeah, well you made the shot." Coach said, a grin forming on his face "And guess what... You're starting, buddy. You made first line!"
Everyone applauds again, except Stiles who seemed worried.
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Stiles needed to talk to Scott about everything. They needed to get to Derek before sunset. Stiles tried to tell Scott about the wolf hair, hoping it would get him to accept the possibility, but he was too busy making first line. That was part of the reason why Stiles needed to convince Scott, so he could try to blend in. Before he got bit, Scott could barely stand up straight and would literally trip over his own feet, and now he can do flips and move swiftly and it's not right. No one became that good and fit overnight, others would pick up on that too. So Stiles was in his room looking up information about lycanthropy to show Scott. Trying to find the most accurate information, based on what Derek told him, knowing it'd be easier to persuade Scott with proof.
Stiles could hear Scott making his way into his house and up to his room, but he forgot to tune out when Scott knocked on his door. A loud knock that hurt his ears, causing him to flinch a jump. "Get in here," Stiles demanded when he opened the door to see Scott. "You gotta see this, dude. I've been researching since I got home, reading, websites and books, all of this information." Not really a lie, most of his information he got from Derek, then gathered resources as prop's to back it up.
"How much Adderall did you have today?" Scott asked bemusedly.
"A lot," Stiles answers as Scott chuckles, though it didn't seem to work. Maybe it was a werewolf metabolism thing? He'd ask Derek later. "Doesn't matter, just listen."
"Is this about the body and who did it?" Scott inquired as he tossed his bag to the ground and sat on Stiles' bed.
"No, they're still questioning people; even Derek." Yup, he heard from his dad that Derek was in for questioning. Stiles hoped Derek would be let out in time to help them.
"The guy who helped us out, then tried to convince us that we're werewolves in the woods yesterday?" Scott asked, only for confirmation, while rolling his eyes.
"Yes." Stiles exclaimed. "But I think he was serious Scott" Stiles told him, continuing before Scott can protest. "I'm serious Scott, this isn't a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?"
"It's a signal," Stiles replies. "Okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack" Stiles stands up from his chair, flailing. "So we heard wolf howling, it means others could be nearby, maybe a whole pack of them."
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked, seemingly forgetting the starting point of the conversation.
"No," Stiles sighed "Werewolves."
"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott stood up angrily, ready to storm out. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
Stiles puts his hands on Scott's shoulder to stop him from walking out. "I saw you on the field today Scott and what you did today wasn't just amazing but impossible."
"So I made a good shot," Scott responded, ready to leave but Stiles stopped him, moving Scott's bag from the floor to the bed, preventing Scott from grabbing it.
"You made an incredible shot. I mean the way you move, your speed and reflexives, you know that people can't suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and senses and I've already mentioned that you never use your inhaler anymore." Stiles tried to get through to Scott, to no avail.
"Okay, dude," Scott yells. "I can't think about this right now. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Scott yelled, his eyes widening "What? No, the full moon's tonight!"
"What are you trying to do?" Scott thundered, feeling betrayed that Stiles was seemingly trying to ruin the good days he's been having. "I just made first line, I've got a date with a girl, who I can't believe wants to go out with me and everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are you trying to ruin it?"
"I'm trying to help." Stiles replied, a hurt look etched on his face. Scott should know Stiles well enough to realise that he's not trying to hurt him, only help. "We're werewolves, Scott and the full moon doesn't just physically change us but also increases our bloodlust."
"Bloodlust?" Scott glared at him.
"Yeah, the urge to kill."
"I'm already feeling the urge to kill Stiles."
"You have to hear this," Stiles grabbed one of the books. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. Alright? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel this date."
Stiles moved over to Scott's bag and searched for his cellphone. Once it was in his hand, Stiles turned to walk back to his desk "I'm calling her right now."
"What are you doing?" Scott demanded fiercely.
"I'm canceling the date."
Once the words left his mouth Scott pushed Stiles against the wall and yelled "No, give it to me!" Scott raised his fist, ready to punch Stiles. Scott and Stiles had had their share of arguments over many years of friendship, but not once had they ever gone to intentionally hurt each other.
Stiles felt his fear call to his wolf to protect him. It did. Stiles wasn't in control as his eyes turned amber or as his own voice roared out "Stop!"
Scott recoiled at the sight of his best friend. Stumbling backwards until he was sat on Stiles' bed again. "How- how did you? What? I..."
"I told you dude, we're werewolves." He stated, walking towards Scott. His eyes were still glowing when he handed Scott his phone. "Now cancel the date, we need to get to Derek. He can help us control it."
Scott shook his head, determined to repudiate Stiles' claims, "No you need to get to Derek, this is happening to you not me! He turned you, not me!" Stiles sighed in annoyance and disbelief.
"First of all: Derek didn't turn us, that was a different wolf, an Alpha. Second of all: It's happening to you too! You can't honestly believe that you just happened to become amazing at everything the day after you got bitten by a werewolf, and not be turning!" Stiles exclaimed.
"I-I don't know dude, but I've gotta go get ready for the party. Scott said as he grabbed his bag and marched out of Stiles' room.
"Dude, you can't jus-"
"I've got to go." Scott said, slamming the door shut behind him. Sighing in frustration, Stiles flopped on to his chair and flung his head back to stare at the ceiling. Shit. He needed to talk to Derek.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has commented on, favourited and followed this story. I hope you like it.
High Serpent King: I completely agree. It's part of the reason that I think he'd get used to being a werewolf quicker and easier than Scott did. He's more willing to believe and he helped Scott and Malia with the change. He always looked out for others, even if they didn't do the same for him at first. He was possessive over Scott and stuck by him, even when Scott abandoned him without a second thought. He's the true hero of the show x