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 had a lot of college work to do and I've been ill these past couple of days. But I hope you like it.
The Hale Pack: Panic! At the Hunter
"Uh-huh." Scott nodded numbly. "Allison's dad is a hunter." They were so screwed.
Stiles muttered curse words under his breath as Scott panicked. When they finally got to the locker room they let the panic fully set in. Scott removed the top half of his uniform while Stiles removed his gloves, searching through his belongings for his phone.
"He didn't recognise you, right?" Stiles asked urgently, as Scott leant back against a post, freaking out.
"I don't think so and what do you mean me? Us!" Scott yelled, pulse rapidly rising and Stiles was grateful that all of the other players were now out on the field.
"I don't think he got a good look at me!" Stiles said honestly and shook his head. "But he definitely saw you! Thank God you were wolfed out, there's a chance he doesn't. Dude, does Allison know about him?"
Scott really freaked out then. "I don't know, what if she does? Oh my god..." Scott started sobbing, nearing a full fledged panic attack "He's gonna kill me..."
"Shit." Stiles quickly shot off a text to Derek. "Just calm down okay." He puts his phone away and hands Scott his equipment "Just focus on lacrosse, okay? Lacrosse! Yeah! Here. We. Go!" Stiles pulled his own gloves on and ran out to the field.
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From: Lil' Red Riding Hoodie (15:43)
Message: Gt a prblm, gt 2 skwl now! Allison's dad is the hunter frm last nite! REPEAT! PAPA ARGENT HUNTER! Scott freaking! Hurry!
Shit.
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"Let's go!" Coach yelled as he blew his whistle. "One on one from up top!" he turned to Jackson "Jackson! Take a long stick for today!" Jackson got into position and when the whistle blew, sprung into action, easily sweeping past the other players one by one.
"That's how you do it, Jackson, That's how you do it!" Coach praised, "Greenberg! Take a lap. Let's go. Faster Greenberg!" Scott almost felt sorry for Greenberg, but it was his turn against Jackson.
"McCall! What are you waiting for?" Scott snapped to attention, trying to push any and all thoughts of Allison, hunters, werewolves and Jackson's threats, out of his head. 'Focus on Lacrosse!' He thought to himself.
The whistle blew. Scott ran to Jackson, only to be taken down easily. "Hey McCall!" Coach yelled, walking up to Scott, who was staring at Jackson in anger, who in turn, simply smirked.
"You sure you still wanna be first line, McCall?"
Scott stood up and tried to control his anger. "My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead!" Coach leaned down to speak into Scott's ear. "Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" He asked in a taunting voice.
"Yes coach." Scott said, looking at Jackson with amber eyes.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes coach!"
"Then do it again!" Scott ran back to the starting position as coach's taunting voice called out, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Scott started running the second the whistle sounded. He smashed straight into Jackson, who landed on the ground in pain as Scott doubled over.
'Shit!' Stiles thought as he ran to Scott. He could sense his best friend shifting as the rest of the team ran to Jackson. "Come on get up!" Stiles pulled Scott to his feet, and lead him towards the locker room.
"I can't control it Stiles, it's happening!" Scott groaned.
"I know, just keep walking." They made their way to the locker room, not noticing Derek stood by the bleachers.
When they finally made it to the locker room, Scott collapsed to the ground. Stiles took a step closer before Scott looked up at him, fully transformed. "Get away from me!" He roared out before losing all control and lunged for Stiles.
Stiles reacted on instinct. Jumping up onto a row of lockers, staring down at Scott. Scott growled and also jumped, only onto the beams above him. Stiles immediately started moving and jumping from locker to locker, Scott close behind. Stiles' eyes searched for something to force Scott to change back as he ran from the wolf trying to kill him. Soon, his eyes fell on a fire extinguisher. His now amber eyes locked on his target, and he jumped.
A sharp pain shot through his leg as Scott's claws dug into him. Slicing through just below his knee, all the way down to his ankle. A long howl of pain echoed through the room as Stiles fell to the ground.
Scott landed next to him and Stiles was sure he was done for, but then Scott took his helmet off, revealing his completely human face. "Stiles? What happened? Did I do this?!" Scott asked in horror and confusion.
"Yeah. You tried to kill me." Stiles hissed angrily.
"Dude, I'm so s-!" Stiles shushed him in panic. Rushing footsteps were heading towards the locker room. The two tensed. Then, Stiles latched on to a familiar scent and relaxed.
"Derek." He sighed in relief as the door opened. Then turned back to Scott "I told you before, it's the anger, your pulse rising. It's a trigger!"
"But that's Lacrosse! It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed!" Derek crouched down beside Stiles, examining his wound.
"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field! You can't play Saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game." Stiles told him, wincing slightly as Derek poked at his injury.
"But I'm first line!" Scott protested.
"Not anymore."
"He's right," Derek said. "You haven't got enough control to play. You're not just risking yourself, you're risking me, Stiles and everyone else on that field." Derek looked Scott in the eye's "If they find out about you, they find out about all of us, thanks to your girlfriend. Then it's not just hunters after us, it's everyone. "
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked in confusion.
"I didn't know she was an Argent, if I had I wouldn't have let you go on that date, Scott!"
"Is she a hunter too?" Scott asked sadly.
"I don't know," Derek admitted, "But the Argent's are notorious. They've been one of the biggest hunter families for centuries. They're dangerous."
A realisation hit Stiles, causing him to laugh. The other two wolves looked at him in confusion. "It's funny how lore twists facts over time." Derek smiled realising that Stiles had figured it out. "Argent. It's french for silver, right?"
"Yes, it is." Derek agreed as Scott finally realised what they were saying.
"It's not the metal silver that kills werewolves," Stiles started.
"It's the family." Derek finished. Stiles smiled before wincing. "Here, give me your hand." Stiles raised an eyebrow in confusion, but did as he was told. Mere seconds after Derek grabbed his hand, black veins appeared on his arm, and Stiles felt his pain lessen.
"Did you jus-" Stiles started in awe.
"I took some of your pain away. You'll both be able to do that, soon." Derek said before looking at Scott. "Get something to clean up the blood." Scott nodded, rushing off to do so.
When Scott returned, the other two wolves had moved. Derek was now behind Stiles, chest pressed to his back, supporting him, whilst his hands were on Stiles arms, pulling pain from him. Stiles' leg was healing quickly, the wounds almost completely gone.
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Later that night, Scott flopped face first onto his bed, completely stressed. His mum knocked on his door, looking at him in concern. "Hey, late shift again for me but I am taking Saturday off to see your first game."
"No mum, you can't!" Scott protested, but Melissa would have none of it.
"I can and I will!" She stepped further into his room. "Come on one shift isn't gonna break us... Completely." She stopped by Scott's bed and looked at him closely. "Hey what's wrong with your eyes?" Scott sat up in concern. "You look like you haven't slept in days!"
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just stressed" Scott said, using his arms to support himself.
"Just stress? Nothing else? I mean it's not like you're on drugs or anything right?" Melissa chuckled nervously and Scott raised his eyebrows.
"Right now?"
"'Right now?'! I'm sorry, what do you mean 'right now'. I mean have you ever taken drugs?" Melissa asked in shock and anger.
"Have you?" Scott retorted.
"Get some sleep!" Melissa demanded walking out of the room.
After a few minutes of moping, Scott heard his laptop beep, signaling an incoming video call. Stiles. Scott accepted the call and was greeted with Stiles spinning around to face him, blasting a toy gun.
"What'd you find out?"
"Well, it's bad, Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles said
"Because of me?!" Scott asked in horror.
"Because he's a tool!" Stiles corrected.
"Well, is he gonna play?"
"Well they don't know yet, now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Scott sighed at his lap in despair.
When he looked up, Stiles was staring at something on his screen in shock and slight fear. "What?" Stiles glanced at the camera before looking back at the screen. Squinting slightly. Then the computer froze on Stiles' confused face.
"What?" Scott, hit several keys, hoping to make the laptop work.
"Derek?" Stiles asked in confusion when the call connected again.
"Hello Stiles." Derek's voice called out from behind Scott, causing him to jump up in horror.
"Dude!"
"I didn't have time to talk to you earlier, I was busy helping Stiles. But I saw you on the field. You shifted in front of them."
"I'm sorry, but they didn't see anything I swear." Scott began, fear evident in his voice.
"No, Scott. And they won't. Because Stiles is right, you can't play that game on Saturday. If you try, I'll kill you myself."
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"What do you mean you can't play the game tomorrow night?" Coach asked Scott, leading him into his office.
"I mean that I can't play the game tomorrow night." Scott said simply
"You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night!" Coach corrected
"No Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night!"
"I'm not following." Out in the locker room, Stiles rolled his eyes at the conversation. How do some people even survive in this world?
"I'm having some personal issues." Scott said awkwardly.
"Is it a girl?" Coach asked.
"No."
"Is it a guy? Ya know, our goalie Danny's gay!"
"Yeah, I know Coach, but that's not it."
"You don't think Danny's a good looking guy?" Stiles had to stifle his laughter at the conversation, leaning against a locker.
"I think he's good looking, but I like girls! And that's not it anyway. I-I uh"
"Is it drugs? Are you doing meth?" Coach asked urgently. "Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth, you should have seen what it did to his teeth, they were all cracked and rotted. It was disgusting!" Coach rambled.
"Oh my god, what happened to him?"
"He got veneers" Coach said, then a triumphant smile appeared on his face. "Is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?"
"Yes, say yes." Stiles said quietly enough that only Scott would hear.
"No," Scott said pointedly, obviously talking to both Stiles and Coach "I'm having some issues dealing with aggression." Stiles rolled his eyes, that was the worst excuse!
"Well, here's the good news, that's why you play Lacrosse! Problem solved" Coach said.
"Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night!"
"Listen, McCall. Part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready." Coach informed him and Stiles beamed. That's perfect! Scott needed to be on the bench.
"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?" Scott asked, in a hurt voice.
"McCall. Play the game!" Fuck. Stiles shook his head, and left to go to his next class.
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Walking through the school corridors, Scott thought over his conversation with coach. Then his conversations with Stiles and Derek. His phone buzzed as he received a text from his mum.
From: Mum (Work) (10:45)
Message: Got the night off! Coming to see you play! So excited!
When Scott looked up from his phone, he saw Allison walking towards him.
"Hey," She greeted happily, and Scott completely forgot about her father and the fact that she might be a hunter too. Or at least know about him.
"Hey," He beamed.
"Busy?" She asked, stopping in front of him and glancing at his phone.
"No, it's just my mum, she's nothing! I mean it's nothing!" He corrected with wide eyes. "Never busy for you."
"I like the sound of that," Allison admitted, a smile appearing on her face. "I have to run to French class, but I wanted to let you know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow!"
"You are?"
"Yeah, and we're all going out afterwards! You, me, Lydia, Jackson, it'll be great! Tell Stiles to come too, if he wants, he can bring Derek. I mean I get that Derek might not want to hang out with a group of teenagers, but if he does, he's more than welcome! I was gonna ask him earlier when I saw his car, but I had to get to class. Speaking of which, I gotta go. Save me a seat at lunch!"
Scott stared after her in shock, his brain finally catching up as he muttered "Oh god."
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In maths, Scott stood next to Lydia, writing on the board.
"Why is there a rumour going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Lydia asked without looking at Scott.
"Because I'm sort of not," Scott said in a resigned voice.
"I think you sort of are!" Lydia said angrily, looking at him before returning her attention to the board, writing quickly. "Especially since you brutally injured my boyfriend by ramming into him."
Scott looked at the red head in annoyance "He brutally injured himself ramming into me!"
"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak." She looked Scott up and down, "And I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance."
"Okay..?" Scott said confused
"I date the captain of the winning Lacrosse team." Lydia stated, "And if they start the season losing, I date the captain of the losing Lacrosse team. I don't date losers!"
"Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone!" Scott snapped. "In fact, it might even save someone." He muttered
"Fine! Don't play!" She put on a faux thoughtful face "We'll probably win anyway. And we'll go out after like we were planning and I'll introduce Allison to all of the hot players on the team." Her tone was too innocent, knowing it'd get a reaction out of Scott. "And Scott McCall will stay at home, surfing the net for porn."
Lydia finished her problem and sauntered back to her seat triumphantly.
"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem!" The teacher informed him.
"Tell me about it." Scott muttered.
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Scott had just turned away from his locker when he noticed Stiles eavesdropping on his dad and the principal.
He was about to walk over to him when he noticed Allison talking to Lydia and another member of the Lacrosse team.
"Hey," Allison greeted him when he approached, causing the other two people to walk away.
"Hey, so Lydia's introducing you to everybody?" Allison nodded happily.
"She is being so incredibly nice to me!" Allison was beaming, clearly pleased.
"I wonder why..." Scott said suspiciously.
"Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck!" Allison suggested naively.
"Maybe." Scott didn't believe his own words. But his mind was too busy to notice.
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After school. Stiles pulled up his jeep by the entrance to the preserve. "Hey Derek." He called hoping out of the jeep, smelling Derek's scent grow stronger behind him and spun around to be face to the leather clad wolf.
"Stiles." Derek said, his body tense.
"Something wrong man?" Stiles asked, concern seeping into his voice.
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk." Stiles said grabbing his backpack from the Jeep and shutting the door, in order to communicate that he wasn't going to leave without talking.
"Fine," Derek growled out. "But not here. Follow me."
Soon, the two were standing in the remains of Derek's living room. "What?"
"Okay Sourwolf. Calm down. I just wanted to tell you that Scott's having a hard time getting out of the game, I'm not even sure he wants too, so I may need your help with that. Also, my dad is issuing a curfew for everyone under 18. So if you need me.. or Scott, after 9:30, you're gonna have to sneak in through the window for a while."
"Is that it?" Derek asked in annoyance.
"No." Stiles said, voice full of confidence. "One more thing," Stiles lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck. Pressing their lips together. Derek immediately responded, grabbing Stiles' waist, pulling him closer, then lifted the younger boy up. Stiles in turn, wrapped his legs around Derek's waist.
Stiles ran his tongue across Derek's lips, the elder boy parted his lips in response. Their tongues battled for dominance. Derek eventually won, exploring the lanky boy as he pinned him against the wall.
Derek let out a breathless moan "Stiles..."
"-Stiles!" Derek yelled, snapping his fingers in front of the boy's face.
"Huh?" Stiles asked in confusion, returning to reality.
"I said 'is that it?' and you started daydreaming!" Derek's tone and expression were annoyed, but his eyes and scent gave away his concern.
"S-sorry yeah t-that's it s-sorry." Stiles stuttered, forcing his mind to focus on something else. Trying to get rid of the growing problem in his pants. The problem he knew Derek could smell.
"Derek!" They heard Scott's angry voice yell from outside. Yes, problem gone! They made their way outside to Scott who was looking at something else for a second. "Leave her alone, " What? "Allison told me she saw your car today! She doesn't know anything!"
"What if she does? You think you can just google Werewolves and now you've got all the answers, is that it?" Derek asked, walking towards Scott, Stiles following slowly. "You don't get it yet Scott, but I'm looking out for you. For both of you! You're out on the field, the aggression takes over and you shift in front of everyone!"
Derek picked up Scott's Lacrosse stick. "Your mum, all your friends and when they see you..." Derek used his claws to rip the netting.
"Aw! Come on dude, do you have any idea how much those cost?" Stiles whined at Derek's action, even though it wasn't his.
Derek ignored him "Everything. Falls. Apart." Derek tossed the stick at Scott, who caught it easily. But when he looked up, Derek and Stiles were gone.
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It was Derek, it had to be! He was the only other werewolf around, right? He might have fooled Stiles, but Scott had smelt the blood today. It had to be the other half of the body! Derek bit them and ruined Scott's chances with Allison. So he'd get Derek arrested, have Stiles help him control the shift so he can play the game and go out with Allison. Then everything would be good.
To: Stiles (16:56)
Message: Get 2 mine now! I found sumthng!
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Stiles ran into Scott's house without knocking and straight up to his bedroom.
"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?" Stiles asked, coming to a halt, blinking rapidly.
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked before shaking his head. "When we were at Derek's today, I smelt blood, there's something buried there. It's probably the girl! We'll find it and have your dad bust him for murder! Then you'll help me figure out how to play Lacrosse without changing, because there is no way I'm not playing this game." Scott announced triumphantly.
"Dude. No! I don't care what you smelt, Derek didn't do it! Okay? It was the Alpha, you know? The one who bit us! You will play Lacrosse again. Just not yet, dude! Be smart about this. Okay? Derek can help us. But not if you falsely accuse him of murder!" Stiles yelled.
"Why are you protecting him?! What has he done for you that is so important?" Scott demanded, enraged that his best friend was turning against him for some guy he'd just met.
"He saved our lives, Scott! On the night of the full moon! He saved other peoples lives by keeping us locked in his house!" Stiles took a deep breath, trying to calm himself so he wouldn't transform "He saved us Scott. He helped us when we had no idea what was happening. He's not the bad guy here Scott, the sooner you realise that. The sooner you'll accept what's happened and live your life."
Stiles turned his back on Scott and left the room, ignoring the hollow feeling in his chest at leaving his brother like this.
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it! Again, sorry for the delay. Hopefully the Sterek makes up for it.
Mangy: Thank you, I am planning to write through the entire series, just possibly in separate stories. Thank you, again x
: I'm glad you like it, I'm not sure when, but (spoiler alert) Stiles' dad will definitely find out about the supernatural. (End spoiler) I agree, I think Scott's mum or Stiles should have been Scott's anchor, but alas no. I'm not going to change Scott much as I want to focus on Stiles as a wolf. I'm glad you enjoy it x
mks 12 98: I agree with everything you just said. I hope you like this chapter x
The Guest Who Tried To Guess: Yay, I hope this helped your need for Sterek. Thank you so much. I completely agree. In the beginning, I hated Scott, the only reason I kept watching the show was Stiles. I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I hope this is okay x
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