Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been ill these past couple of days. But I hope you like it.
The Hale Pack: First Full Moon
Shit. He needed to talk to Derek.
Stiles sat wide eyed for a minute, before springing into action. Stiles stood and grabbed his own phone. Half way through scrolling down his contacts list, he realised that he didn't have Derek's number or anyway to contact him. Double shit. Wait. He's at the station, being questioned, by the Sheriff, his dad. Nodding to himself, Stiles stood.
He packed his laptop, laptop charger, phone charger and a spare set of clothes into his backpack, then he noticed Scott's inhaler on his bed. It must have fallen out of Scott's bag. He pulled on his red hoodie, shoved the inhaler and his phone into the pocket then made his way to the kitchen.
Stiles prepared a delicious, yet healthy, lunch for his father. He packed it neatly in a plastic tub and placed it delicately in his bag.
Less than twenty minutes later, Stiles was pulling up outside the police station. The first thing that caught his eye was the sleek black Camaro parked opposite him. Sighing in relief, Stiles gracefully jumped out of his jeep and locked it behind him, he made his way into the station.
It was easy to get past the front desk and to his dad's office. Through the glass, he saw Derek sitting on a chair opposite his father's desk. Tapping into his wolfy hearing, Stiles listened in to the questioning.
"So, do you have any idea as to why your sister was out there that night?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. 'Ah, so the cops found out that the victim is Laura.'
"Probably out for a late night run and to visit the wreckage." Derek said, eyes downcast to the floor.
"Was that a regular thing for her? Late night runs?"
"It used to be, it was a family thing. When we moved to New York, she stopped, going in the morning instead. Less danger." Stiles heard Derek's heart jump at that as he looked up at the Sheriff. "We grew up in these woods. We always felt safe there. But now..." Anger and grief was rolling off of Derek in waves, hitting Stiles full force. He had enough of listening, so knocked on the door. Both occupants of the room turned to look at him, but he knew that Derek had known he was there. The sheriff opened the door allowing Stiles in the room.
"Hey dad, I brought you lunch!" He announced cheerfully, putting his bag on the desk and pretending to just notice Derek. "Oh, am I interrupting something?"
"No, we're just about finished here. Mr Hale, this is my son, Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski said, indicating to his son. Derek's face contorted into a 'what the hell?' expression.
"Your name is Stiles Stilinski?" His voice was dripping with disbelief as his left eyebrow crawled up his forehead. However, the light of humor and mischief in his eyes gave him away, at least to Stiles.
"No, s'just a nickname." Stiles winked at Derek, who nodded in understanding.
"So what's your real name then." Curiosity was etched on Derek's face. Legitimate this time, he really wanted to know.
"Don't I wish I knew!" The sheriff scoffed, earning him a confused look, so he elaborated. "We named him after his mother's father, who's Polish. I can't even begin to pronounce it! His mother was the only one who ever could. Stiles is a family nickname, my father used it and his father, I didn't. But Claudia said if we were gonna give him her father's name, we'd also give him my father's nickname, so at least people could refer to him with butchering the pronunciation." Derek nodded, taking in the information.
"You're so full of it, you can pronounce it perfectly. Okay, now that we're done with my life story, I brought you lunch." Stiles said, looking to his dad. "Are you gonna be home tonight? Cause' I probably won't. There's this party at Lydia's house that Scott is determined to go to." Stiles pulled the plastic container out of his bag, handing it to his dad. He could feel Derek's eyes on him, now focusing on his every word since the mention of Scott. "I tried to talk him out of it, but he won't budge. He's just ignoring every bit of logic that I throw at him, so I decided to be a good friend and keep an eye on him. We'll probably spend the night elsewhere, rather than risk driving all the way back." Stiles spoke fast enough to keep his dad from picking up on the absence of certain details, such as where they would be spending the night.
"Right, it was Scott's idea to go to the party." Stilinski said sarcastically. "Fine you can go, but only because it's the weekend and Lydia's party. She may have a lot of big parties, but we never get called to them. The second that changes, you're home-bound, got it?
"Got it!" Stiles said beaming at his dad, but worried prickled in the back of his mind. What if the cops were called to the party tonight for something other than underage drinking? What if Scott, or Stiles himself, did something? What if they hurt someone?
"Okay, well thanks for lunch, but I got a ton of paperwork to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for your time Mr Hale." The sheriff leant over to shake Derek's hand and patted his son on the back.
"Thank you for your help, sheriff." Derek said before turning to leave the room.
"Bye dad" Stiles waved, then followed Derek out of the room.
"What you said about Scott, was that true?" Derek asked when the pair reached the front doors of the station.
"Yeah," Stiles nodded, sighing in annoyance. "He's convinced that I'm turning but he's not. My eyes flashed at him, which convinced him of werewolves, but not that he is one."
"You flashed your eyes?" Derek asked abruptly.
"Yeah, don't worry, it was in my room! And it only happened because he was mad, he slammed me against the wall and went to punch me. I was scared and it felt like something else took over me. Protected me."
"It was your wolf." Derek explained as the two came to a stop in front of Stiles' jeep. "You and your wolf are two different beings sharing the same body. Your wolf is like your subconscious, only you feel it more. It's part of what improves your instincts and reflexes. It'll help you when you need it. The only issue is that you have to reel it in sometimes. It's short tempered, which'll make you short tempered. Your wolf is an animal. When the full moon comes it has the basic desires of an animal. Hunt, mate, kill. So you need to find an anchor. Something that'll help you hold on to your humanity. Keep you from becoming a monster. I can teach you, but first we need to get Scott.
Stiles stared at Derek then blinked. "Wow, I think that's most I've heard you say ever, let alone in one go!" Derek glared at Stiles who grinned and waved his hand dismissively "Come on, don't be such a sourwolf!" Derek's glare intensified. "Okay, okay, I gotta get ready for the party, give me your phone." A mischievous look appeared on Stiles' face as a thought occurred to him.
"Why?" Derek narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Because I need a way to contact you, one that doesn't involve hiking around town or waiting for you to sneak up on me. Phone!" Stiles held his hand out expectantly. With an exaggerated eye roll, Derek pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Stiles.
Stiles programmed his number into Derek's phone and sent himself a quick text. "Thanks," Stiles beamed. Handing Derek his phone back."I'll see you at the party." Stiles said walking around and climbing in the drivers side of the Jeep. Derek moved out of the way, allowing Stiles to drive off, then headed to his own car. Once he was ready to leave, Derek decided to check what message Stiles had sent himself.
A chuckle left his lips when he saw that Stiles had set his contact name as 'Lil' Red Riding Hoodie' and the text read 'Wat a big mouth u hav.'
A minute later a reply came in, while Derek was driving back to the preserve. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Derek fished his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone.
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (17:58)
Message: The better 2 babble with.
To: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (17:59)
Message: Please don't tell me you've saved my number as 'Big Bad Wolf'
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:01)
Message: Of course not! Wat do u take me 4?
Well that was a relief. Derek kept glancing between the phone and the road, thankful that he was driving up the road to the preserve, where there were no cameras. But before he could enjoy the relief, another text came through from Stiles
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:02)
Message: It's Big Bad Sourwolf. Duh!
Derek groaned, slamming his head back against the headrest. He drove to a remote area close to the preserve and parked his car.
To: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:09)
Message: When/where is the party?
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:11)
Message: 4get the address. Ur picking me up at 7 ;)
Derek raised an eyebrow at that, it wasn't a request, but a statement. Sighing, Derek got out of the car, locked it then made his way to his old house while replying to Stiles.
To: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:12)
Message: Oh, am I now?
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18: 13)
Message: Yes, bc u need 2 help me stay in control nd I need 2 help u help Scott. We need each other 4 this nd u no it!
To: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:14)
Message: Fine.
From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (18:15)
Message: Great, c u then. Wear something pretty ;)
Derek didn't bother replying to that, instead, stuffing his phone into his jacket pocket. The kid had a good point though. Clearly Scott wasn't as level headed as Stiles, it would take them both, and probably a close call tonight, to get the floppy haired boy to take this seriously. Why did the Alpha turn both of them? Why not just turn Stiles and leave it at that?
Derek sighed, he knew why, but he didn't have to be happy about it. It would be so much simpler if only Stiles had turned. He hadn't seen much of Scott, but his seemingly constant confused expression, combined with his denial about the change, despite proof, and all around stubbornness, did not inspire confidence in Derek.
Soon, Derek reached the burnt out ruins of his childhood home. Navigating his way through the wreckage to what used to the living room, Derek knelt down beside the blankets he used as a makeshift bed and started searching through his duffel bag. He eventually settled on white t-shirt and black jeans, a nicer pair that were a little bit tighter than the ones he was currently wearing. He set the clothes on the blankets and dropped his jacket next to them.
Ridding himself of his tight black t-shirt, Derek went on to work out. Several chin ups, sit ups and push ups later, Derek took a near ice cold shower. Because the only working shower in the house had one temperature setting, apparently. Fortunately, his werewolf body temperature helped keep him from freezing. Toweling off and getting dressed, Derek left the house at 18:45 to pick up Stiles for the da-party.
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Scott McCall walked out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, only to find his mother stood next to the door.
"Mum!"
Melissa just smiled and asked her son, "Is this a party or a date?"
"Maybe both," Scott admitted sheepishly.
"And her name is?" Melissa couldn't keep the smile off of her face.
"Allison." Scott informed his mum with a dopey smile on his face.
"Allison. Nice." Melissa held out the car keys, which Scott took gratefully.
"Thank you."
"We don't need to have the talk, do we?"
Scott rolled his eyes and replied; "Mum, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you!"
Melissa gasped, eye's widening. "Oh-oh my God! No! I meant about keeping the tank full! Give me those back!" She demanded, snatching the keys back from her son.
"Are you serious?"
"You bet your ass I'm serious! I'm not going to end up on some reality television show with a pregnant 16 year old!"
It took some convincing, but soon, Scott was pulling up outside Allison's house. About 5 seconds later, the front door opened and Scott smiled when he saw Allison there, nervously tugging her hair behind her ear.
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Derek looked around at the partying teens in annoyance and detest. He was standing behind a small fire, out of the way of the party.
"Oh, come on Sourwolf, dance a little!" Apart from a glare in response to the nickname, Derek didn't react to Stiles' demand.
"Please? Come on, you look like some creepy stalker getting ready to kill someone! Scott isn't here yet and I need a distraction!" That got a reaction from Derek.
"Is the moon affecting you badly?" He asked urgently
"No it's just a dull itch at the moment." Stiles continued at Derek's confused look. "It's my ADHD. My Adderall isn't working and I feel... jittery. Restless. Ya know?"
Derek nodded in acknowledgement. "Your metabolism is a lot faster now. You'll get hungry more, medication won't work, you can't get drunk-"
"I can't get drunk?!" Stiles groaned in annoyance. "Fuck." Derek rolled his eyes at that. "Whatever, just dance with me!" Stiles demanded, hopping in place. A dog chose that moment to start barking at them from behind a gate.
"Fine!" Derek gave in, purely to get away from the dog and make the boy shut up and hopefully calm down. He didn't want to. Not at all.
The pair found a space to dance and Stiles easily got into the rhythm of the music. Derek, on the other hand, was rigid and uncomfortable. Stiles chuckled at him before placing his hands on Derek's hips, pulling the older man closer and guiding him to the music. He was hesitant at first, but soon got into it.
Stiles outright laughed when a song he knew started playing. Derek's hands tightened on his hips "What?"
Stiles shook his head and used his arms, that were now around Derek's neck, to pull them closer together."Nothing, just this song." Derek raised an eyebrow, "It's 'Animal I have Become' by Three Days Grace. Kinda fitting, don't you think?"
Derek rolled his eyes but couldn't help feeling amused. After two more songs, Scott and Allison arrived. Derek noticed and informed Stiles. Scott didn't notice either of them and just kept walking with Allison until they stopped to dance, right next to them. Derek and Stiles kept their eyes locked on each other, pretended not to notice Allison and Scott until they felt Scott's eyes land on them.
"Stiles?!" Scott demanded in shock. Allison looked at the pair as they looked at Scott.
"Oh hey Scotty!" Stiles greeted cheerfully. It was then that he noticed just how close he and Derek had gotten. Their chests were pressed together, as they faced Scott, their cheeks almost touched, Stiles could feel the heat radiate from Derek. To distract himself, Stiles looked to Allison. "And you must be Allison!"
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you, Stiles." She smiled at him kindly then looked to Derek. "And your.. boyfriend?"
"Yes," Derek said quickly, it'd be easier to explain than anything else. "Well kind of, we can't make it official until he's 18, but the feelings are there all the same." It was a lie. Completely. No feelings at all. If Stiles and Scott didn't hear a skip in his heartbeat it was because they weren't paying enough attention. "I'm Derek by the way."
"Allison. That's sweet of you to be willing to wait!"
Stiles nodded and unwrapped his arms from Derek's neck and turned to fully face his best friends and Allison. Derek stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist and smiled at the pair as Stiles leant against him with ease. For appearances.
"Yeah, he's kind of a prude." Stiles grinned, winking at Allison as Derek glared down at him.
Allison giggled. "You two are cute together!" Derek and Stiles smiled at her in response. Neither of their wolves yipped in happiness or responded in any way. No sir!
"I know, right?" Stiles agreed, tilting his head back to look up at Derek. Derek smiled down at him, until they noticed it. The confused and angry scent rolling off of Scott, paired with the rapid thumping of his heart.
The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. Shit. They raised his pulse. With their little act.
"Scott?" Allison's voice rang out in concern, as the boy doubled over, clutching his head. Stiles immediately leaped forward.
"Scott, bro, have you got your inhaler?" He asked for Allison's benefit, giving her a reason for Scott's sudden condition. Scott shook his head no and was about to say something but Allison cut in first.
"Wait, do you think he's having an asthma attack? Because this isn't like any attack I've seen." Allison said, shaking her head in panic.
"No, it's probably not an asthma attack," Derek said, "But sometimes, during other situations, using their inhaler as a placebo can help asthmatics calm down enough to explain what's wrong and give others an idea of how to help them." His voice was calm and steady as he led the girl though the house and out towards his car, While Stiles led Scott to his car. "Wait, Stiles!"
"Yeah?" Stiles asked, looking at Derek in panic.
"Why don't you take Allison home? I'll look after Scott and you meet us afterwards?" Stiles realised Derek's logic, he'd know how to handle Scott better and the moon was still just a dull itch to him. He'd be able to take Allison home.
"Yeah, sounds good. Scotty, give me your keys!" Stiles demanded. Scott immediately handed them over. Too disoriented to fully realise what was going on. Derek and Stiles exchanged passengers before heading in their separate directions. "So, what's your address?"
Allison told him before going quiet. After a few minutes she spoke up again in a slightly suspicious tone. "Why did Derek take Scott home if you're his best friend?"
"Multiple reasons." Truth. "1) Derek is better prepared to handle this" Truth. "His sister was also asthmatic, so he's had a lot of experience." Lie. "2) Would you really be comfortable with somebody who's older than you, that you just met that day? Or with someone who is your age, the trusted best friend of your date and is absolutely awesome?!" This caused Allison to giggle.
"Definitely the awesome, trusted, best friend!" Allison agreed, still giggling.
"Damn right!" Stiles hollered excitedly. "And 3) How would your parents react to you leaving with one guy and coming home with another, who is older and has a much nicer car?"
"Not well, that's for sure!" Allison admitted nodding her head in understanding "I'm sorry. It's just that I move to yet another new town, thinking it'll be the same as all the others. Then on my first day I meet this really sweet cute guy, who is also athletic, but not a jerk about it, and he works at an animal clinic! He saved this poor dog that I accidentally hit in the rain. I'm just not used to that. I was kind of worried that he changed his mind and was trying to just hang me out to dry, so to speak. I kind of thought that you wer-"
"Recruited to deliver the dump-o-gram?" Allison blushed.
"It's stupid, I know." She said sheepishly, looking down at her lap.
"Not at all." Stiles said softly. "But just so you know, you don't have to worry about that with Scott. He's a good guy, a bit of a ditz at times, but he's not a jerk. He's the loyal kind, if anything, I'm gonna have to come after you for breaking his heart. That's just not Scott. Unless you do something extreme, like, try to kill all of his friends and family, he won't just up and dump you. So don't worry about it." He gave her a friendly smile, pulling up outside of her house.
"Thanks Stiles, I wish I had a friend like you." Allison said honestly.
"Stick around long enough and you'll be stuck with me. I'm like a fungus- no, wait, that's not right- A tattoo, you think you want me, but then when I'm there you get sick of me and want me gone, but too late, you're stuck with me! Sure you could laser me off, but that takes time and money so you think aww, screw it. I'll keep him! Then the more you live with me the more you get annoyed by me before you realise that all you need to do is feed me Reese's and curly fries to shut me up and we'll get along just fine." Allison looked dazed. She wasn't used to hurricane Stiles. Poor thing.
"Reese's and Curly fries, huh?" She asked once she caught up with what he had said.
"Yup." He popped the p and smiled at her
"I'll stock up." She joked with a grin.
"Please do, Ally!" Her face dropped to a look of shock
"What did you call me?" She asked.
"O-oh, I'm s-sorry, do you not-"
"No don't! Go ahead! No one outside of my family has given me a nickname in a long time." Allison looked down with a blush coating her face. "I-it's nice."
"No problem Ally." She smiled at him softly. His phone cut through the silence, signaling a text.
From: Big Bad Sourwolf (20:03)
Message: Where are you?! Need help with Scott. We're almost at the preserve, HURRY!
"It's Derek. I gott-"
"Yeah of course" She said, unbuckling her seat belt. "Thanks for the ride!" She climbed out of the car.
"No problem, see you on Monday."
"See you Monday," She smiled and shut the door behind her.
Stiles waved farewell before driving off, mind set on the preserve.
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
When Stiles got to the preserve he immediately started making his way to the old Hale house. Halfway there he heard Scott's voice, but it was deeper, darker.
"Where is she?" Wait. Who? Did he mean Allison? Did he not remember?
"She's safe," Stiles heard Derek's voice reply. "From you."
Stiles could hear the sound of someone being tackled, then what he could only assume was the two wolves wrestling. Stiles picked up his pace to find them. Hopefully before they killed each other.
"What did you do with her?"
"Shh quiet!" Derek demanded in a hushed voice so low that Stile almost didn't hear it. Was it Stiles Derek heard, or someone else? Stiles froze and heard several sets of feet stomping through the woods heading in Scott and Derek's direction.
"Too Late." Derek growled, "They're already here. Run!"
Stiles could hear Derek run towards him, so he went to meet him. God, he hopes Derek doesn't try to kill him, mistaking him for a hunter.
Stiles squinted at the dark for a few seconds before everything went red. Literally. It made it a lot easier to navigate his way through the woods and he quickly found Derek, who didn't attack him. Most likely because of the glowing eyes.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked in an urgent whisper. Though he was fairly certain that he already knew the answer, he just wanted Derek to confirm it.
"Hunters." Yup.
"Where's Scott?"
"I don't know, I told him to run."
Through the trees they both saw a blinding flash of white light. Then heard Scott cry out in pain.
"Guess he didn't run far enough" Stiles said running in that direction.
The two wolves stopped a few meters away from the action, behind the hunters. Stiles almost lost it when he saw Scott pinned to a tree by an arrow through his arm and three armed hunters in front of him.
The eldest lowered his crossbow looking at Scott, focusing on his eyes. He looked slightly disappointed. Stiles then realised that they must be after the Alpha. Stiles looked to Derek who nodded, as if he knew what Stiles was thinking.
Crouching and ready to pounce, Derek whispered to Stiles "You take the one on the left then run to the right, I'll get the one on the right and Scott." Stiles nodded, lowering himself into the same crouch. "Ready?"
"Yeah." He whispered.
"Take him." The eldest hunter said to the two behind him.
"Now."
Stiles reacted purely on instinct. He leapt forward, landing on all fours and almost immediately swung his body around, sweeping the hunters legs out from under him. Stiles disarmed the hunter, throwing his rifle into the trees. He jumped to his feet, grabbed the hunter by his collar and pulled him to his feet, before gaining a better grip on the back of his shirt and tossing him into a nearby tree behind him, rendering him unconscious. Then took cover in the trees to his right. The eldest hunter looked behind him at the commotion. Stiles watched as Derek used the distraction to run to Scott, pull the arrow out of his arm and drag him towards Stiles. When the pair found him, he joined them in running away from the hunters.
When they were a fair distance away, Scott collapsed against a tree, his eyes finally fading to their regular colour. "Who were they?" He asked looking up at Stiles and Derek.
"Hunters." Stiles stated. His vision went back to normal, so he knew his eyes were no longer amber.
"The kind that have been hunting us for centuries." Derek continued, looking around to make sure there weren't any more lurking nearby.
"Us?" He asked angrily, glaring at Derek. "You mean you! You did this to me!"
"He's not the one who bit us." Stiles protested as Derek tried to appeal to Scott.
"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope?"
"He's got a point man." Stiles agreed
"You've both been given what the most humans would kill for. The bite is a gift"
Scott simply shook his head "I don't want it."
"I do." Stiles informed them both, not that they were listening to him.
Derek smirked down at Scott knowingly. "You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you've gotta face it Scott, we're brothers now." Stiles wasn't sure why he was so disappointed at that statement. He was in love with Lydia, right? Why should he be bothered that Derek sees him as a brother by default?
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At midnight, in the old Hale house, Stiles started to really struggle to stay human. He tried to focus on things that mattered to him, his dad, his mum, Scott, Derek, Melissa, Lacrosse, star wa- wait. How did Derek creep in there?
His distraction caused him to let slip more of his humanity. He didn't even realise he'd transformed and started growling until Derek had pinned him to the floor. "Stiles! Calm down!"
Growl
"Stiles!"
Struggle
"Focus!"
Growl
"Stiles!" Derek roared out
"D-Derek?"
"Yeah, Stiles, Focus."
The commotion had caused Scott to struggle against the restraints that Derek had been forced to put on him.
Stiles helped Derek calm Scott again, before being handcuffed to a pipe, 'as a precaution'.
"You're doing really well. You already found your anchor?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, though, I wasn't really trying. I just couldn't stop imagining accidentally hurting those that I care about and it terrified me." He admitted shamefully. "And I wouldn't say I'm doing well. I totally lost it back there."
"But you pulled through!" Derek insisted, a hint of pride in his voice. "Most bitten wolves are like Scott on their first full moons! Or worse. I've never seen anyone show the amount of restraint and control that you are right now." Without thinking, Derek lifted his hand and caressed Stiles' cheek. They both ignored their heart beats rising and the hitch in Stiles breath.
Stiles' eyes roamed from Derek's eyes to his lips. Both of them slowly leaned closer together until their lips were a mere inch apart.
Growl, growl, snarl, chains rattle, growl.
Derek jumped back like he'd just been burnt. He gestured to Scott "I should..." He turned his back on Stiles and walked towards Scott.
Stiles wasn't sure if he should hug Scott or kill him, although he was leaning towards the latter.
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Stiles led Scott to Melissa's car the next morning after they'd camped out at the Hale house and began to drive them to Scott's house.
Scott sighed from the passenger side seat "You know what actually worries me the most?"
"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head."
Scott ignored him, and whined "She probably hates me now."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology for being stupid enough to forget your inhaler. That's a pretty good excuse, by the way, you're welcome. Or you know you could just... Tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freaking werewolf." Scott shot Stiles an extremely unimpressed look. "Okay bad idea... Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, If I have to, I'll help Derek chain you up on full moon night, which I did last night, fyi. And hey I'll even feed you live mice as a treat." He announced with a grin. "I had a boa once, I could do it!" Scott stared at him for half a second before chuckling, shortly joined by Stiles.
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Scott decided to wait for Allison after school on Monday.
"Hey, Scott, you okay? I was really worried about you!" Allison called out in concern when she spotted him.
"Yeah, but I... I'm really sorry about... well leaving."
Allison giggled, "Scott, It's okay, really. Stiles explained it to me and said some stuff that made me less mad."
"So, is that a yes on a second chance?" Scott asked hopefully and Allison smiled.
"Definitely yes" A car honked, interrupting whatever was going to happen next. "That's my dad. I'd better go."
She smiled at Scott before walking to the car and Scott headed towards the school for Lacrosse practice. Then a horribly familiar scent hit his nose and he turned to face the car. Stiles walked up beside him, patting him on the shoulder, but his eyes remained on the car.
"Dude come on, we're gonna be l-" Stiles suddenly caught the same scent and his head shot towards the car that Allison was climbing into. "Holy shi-" The older man caught their stares, paused for a second then grinned at them.
"Uh-huh." Scott nodded numbly. "Allison's dad is a hunter." They were so screwed.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry for any mistakes, I've tried to catch them, but I don't have a beta, So please forgive me.
High Serpent King: Nope definitely not. This fic is definitely going to include BAMF!Stiles. So I hope you like it x
Mangy: It's okay, I'm glad that you like it. I do personally prefer Stiles to Scott, especially in the first two seasons, he's much more accepting of the change and willing to find out more about the supernatural, Where as Scott just wants to hide from at, but at the same time, take advantage of the enhanced abilities he gained, which annoys me x
MissTigerLily: Thank you, I'm sorry for the delay. I hope you like this x
chills10124: Thank you.(S3 Spoiler) I'm not sure that I'm going to make Scott a true Alpha, for the first two seasons he was the exact opposite. He was basically an idiot and he wouldn't have survived the first full moon without Stiles. And I completely agree, Stiles has a lot more to lose than anyone seems to realise. I hope to communicate that in my story x