Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: This chapter is longer than the last few, so I hope it makes up for everything. Enjoy!
The Hale Pack: Torture for my Valentine
On the field, Scott kept whispering "Please." until the whistle sounded. The match had begun.
The match was going badly, Beacon Hills was losing, Jackson had ordered the entire team to not pass to Scott, then there was the fact that Lydia and Allison were holding up a sign that read 'We luv u Jackson', the only good thing was that no one had died.
On the bench, Stiles was worried that his best friend would lose control. He could smell Scott's anger on the field. The boy was doubled over, his breath being huffed out in clouds. Many of the other players, and the referee, were looking at him in fear and concern. Stiles just knew that Scott's eyes were glowing. Stiles turned his head to look at Derek, who also looked concerned, Scott was definitely losing control. Shit.
Stiles was using his enhanced hearing to listen in on Scott's heartbeat, when a conversation caught his attention.
"Which one is Scott, again?" He knew that voice. The hunter from the night of the full moon. Chris Argent.
"Number 11, otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game." Lydia said with a bitchy edge to her voice.
"I hope he's okay." Allison's voice was full of concern. Lydia just looked to the scoreboard.
"I hope we're okay. We need to win this." She stood up, holding another sign for Jackson "Allison? A little help here?" Allison stood reluctantly and helped Lydia hold the sign.
When Scott saw this sign, his rage increased and his eyes narrowed. When the whistle blew, the struggle for the ball began and the ball ended up being shot into the air. Scott, not thinking clearly and eager to prove himself, ran jumping over two players and snatched the ball out of the air.
He then proceeded to weave in and out of the other players. Spinning past and ducking under the players rushing towards him. Then shot the ball into the net.
The entire Beacon Hills crowd burst into cheers, except Chris Argent, Lydia and Derek. Stiles did cheer, despite his concern, he needed to support his friend.
"McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach yelled to the team.
Stiles heard the growl when Scott was facing a member of the other team, and watched as that player passed Scott the ball in fear. Coach walked over and sat next to Stiles.
"Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Coach asked in confusion.
"Yes, I believe so, coach." Stiles said nervously.
"Interesting.." Coach muttered. Scott's next shot was thrown with so much force that it tore straight through the goalies Lacrosse stick's net. The score was now tied. The crowd was cheering, both team coaches were arguing, but Scott was losing any and all control. When the whistle sounded, telling the players to get into position, Jackson came face to face with the other captain.
"What the hell's up with your teammate, man? What's he on?" The captain asked.
"I don't know." Jackson said, determination clear in his voice. "Yet."
The game continued and Scott was seeing red. Pure animal instinct had taken over as he was surrounded and facing the goal.
"You can do it Scott." Which Scott heard as clearly as if she were speaking directly into his ear. Scott's eyes burned amber, scaring the opposing players, but they still charged at him with precious seconds ticking away.
Scott swung the stick, full force and threw the ball, straight into the net.
The timer hit zero. The scoreboard reading 6:5 to Beacon Hills. The crowd was cheering and ran onto the field. Scott removed his glove, revealing claws. Freaked out, he ran to the locker room, not noticing Allison looking for him.
Chris Argent slowly walked on the field, looking thoughtful and suspicious. Stiles watched him carefully, this didn't bode well for Scott. Speaking of Scott, Stiles wondered how he was coping. He knew that Derek had gone on ahead to the locker rooms, just before the game ended so he could calm Scott. Stiles was about to go check on them when he heard his dad on the phone.
"They found it? Are you sure? I'm on my way!" John said quickly, and hung up the phone.
"Dad? What's going on?" Stiles asked in worry, jogging up to his dad.
"I want you to stay home tonight, Stiles. They found the second half of the body." Shit. Derek. "It was half buried by the lake." wait, what? "I don't know how we missed it the first time, but we got it and now I need to go in. I'll probably be at the station all night." His tone was apologetic and his heartbeat steady. "Thing is, all evidence points to an animal attack, but the way the body was buried..."
"Animals don't bury their kill like that." The sheriff nodded "I understand, dad." Total lie. "Be careful, okay?"
"Of course, you too." Stiles nodded and hugged his dad, before heading to the locker room, only to see Scott and Allison kissing.
It didn't last long though, and when they pulled apart she said "I gotta get back to my dad."
"Okay," Scott said dopily and Allison kissed him on the cheek before she started to leave. On her way out she noticed Stiles standing awkwardly, looking around at everything except her and Scott. With a blush, she greeted him "Hey, Stiles."
Stiles finally looked at her and waved awkwardly "Hey, yeah." Once she was gone the best friends walked to each other, Scott smiling like an idiot.
"I kissed her." Scott said happily.
"I saw."
"She kissed me."
"Saw that too." Stiles announced. "It's pretty good, huh?" Scott's smile widened, if possible. Then Derek walked out of the shadows of the locker, making his presence known.
"Thank you, Derek, for helping me control it. Once you got through to me, it was almost easy to pull it back! Thank you!" Derek nodded, but Stiles was looking worried, just not about Scott.
"What is it?" Scott asked, looking at Stiles in confusion.
"The cops found the other half of the body by the lake." He shot Derek a look, and he simply nodded. He moved the body, but why? "All evidence point to an animal attack, but the body was partially buried in a way that indicates a human killer. So the cops aren't sure what to think. But knowing what we know, who do you think is gonna figure it out?"
"Hunters." Scott said, eyes widening in fear.
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Stiles and Derek were walking through the school car park, heading towards one of the busses. "Where exactly are you taking me?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow at Stiles.
"Somewhere we can be alone." Stiles said with a grin on his face, winking at Derek.
"We are alone." Derek rolled his eyes, but more out of fondness that annoyance as they stopped in front of a bus, Stiles pressed his back to it and pulled Derek towards him.
"Somewhere we can be more alone." Stiles purred out, arching his body into Derek', who gripped Stiles hips in response. Stiles reached behind him and opened the bus door. "Come on!" He demanded walking backwards on to the bus, pulling Derek with him. Stiles led Derek to a seat near the back of the bus and sat down so that his legs were across both seats and his back was pressed to the window, pulling Derek down with him. The two boys stared into each other's eyes and leaned closer together. Stiles pressed his lips against Derek's and the two wolves started to kiss. It started as a simple kiss that sparked into something more passionate and Derek kissing along Stiles' neck.
The Stiles felt his claws drag along the seat. He broke this kiss and pushed Derek off of him onto the opposite seat.
"Stiles? What's wrong?" Derek asked in concern, standing and walking towards Stiles.
"Get away," Stiles moved away from Derek. His eyes glowing amber, claws on the opposite hand extending, and fangs lengthening.
"Stiles?"
"I said get away!"
Derek started to back away slowly when Scott turned around and gave him a primal look.
"Stiles, calm down. You can control this, you've done it before, okay? Calm down!" When Stiles simply snarled in response, Derek knew that the best option right now was to confine him. He began to run off the bus but Stiles grabbed his leg making him fall to the ground. Stiles proceeded to drag Derek down the aisle to get him closer.
Derek used his enhanced strength to kick Stiles off of him and into the back door of the bus, which cracked under the force. Derek ran to the front of the bus and started to pry the door open. Halfway through his task, he was hit by a seat that Stiles had broken off of the bus.
"Shit." Derek cursed seeing Stiles lunging towards him, knowing he had no escape now. He jumped over the seat and kicked Stiles. However, the boy barely stumbled this time and quickly tackled Derek. "Stiles, stop!" Derek demanded, but it was too late and Stiles was to far gone. Derek tried to fight back, but Stiles was feral now. All he could do was struggle as Stiles leant in for the kill.
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Stiles shot up in bed, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Glancing at the clock, he noticed he was running late and immediately got dressed.
15 minutes later, Stiles was walking into the school building, desperately trying to reach Derek. The elder male hadn't replied to any of his six phone calls or eleven text messages. To make matters worse, when he arrived at school, he was greeted with the sight of police tape surrounding a school bus that had blood splattered on the windows and was extremely damaged.
Distracted by his phone, Stiles ended up bumping into someone. Scott. "I think I killed Derek/Allison!" The best friends blurted out in unison.
"Dude, I had a dream that I led her onto a school bus! Then I-" Scott started, fear clear in his eyes.
"-Started to lose control and attacked-" Stiles continued.
"-I ripped off one of the seats and threw it-"
"-Dragged him by his ankle through the bus-"
"-And leant over for the kill." Scott finished and both boys were wide eyed. "This is good, right? It means that what happened on the bus wasn't either of us, right? So Allison is probably okay."
"Yeah maybe," Stiles said, running his hand over his buzz cut hair. "But the only way to know for sure is to figure out what happened on the bus and talk to Derek, maybe he has some answers. Only problem is, he's not returning any of my calls or texts!"
"Hey, I'm sure he's okay." Scott said, patting Stiles' shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"He better be." Stiles muttered, sending Derek another text before pocketing the phone. "It just felt so real! All of it. Then there's the fact of the school bus being covered in blood and scratches! I just..." Stiles faded off, but before Scott could reply, he carried on "But, if we both had the same dream, just with different people, we should be okay." Stiles shook his head "Well no, it could be a pack thing. Y'know we see each other's kills or something? Or it could be the Alpha trying to convert us to his side, make us think about killing until we do it? I just wish Derek would reply! Let me know he's okay! I just- I just!" Stiles could feel his anger and frustration building up. "Fuck!" He turned and slammed his fist into a locker, the cheap metal bending under the force of his fist, turning disfigured so it no longer protected the items inside.
"Dude!" Scott gasped, eyes wide looking at his best friend in shock. Stiles finally calmed down and turned, resting his back against the next locker, gasping down deep breaths.
"Whoops." Stiles chuckled, pushing off of the locker and walking towards Scott. Scott rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards class, and bumped directly into Allison.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry Allison!" Scott babbled immediately. "Are you okay? I'm sorry!"
Allison giggled and shook her head, "I'm fine, you scared me, that's all."
"Sorry, but you're okay?" Scott asked, relief written all over his face. 'At least he knows he didn't kill someone he cares about last night!' Stiles thought, slightly bitter, if he's honest.
"When my heart starts beating again, yeah." she joked and the two continued to talk and Stiles faded them out, turning as he noticed Jackson walk over to the damaged locker in confusion. Stiles did an internal happy dance as he realised that it was Jackson's locker.
The principal made an announcement over the loudspeaker that classes would continue, despite the wrecked school bus.
"Save me a seat at lunch." Allison said to Scott. "Bye Stiles!"
"Bye Ally!" Stiles called after her with a wave.
"Ally?" Scott asked Stiles in a hurt voice.
"Yeah, I accidentally called her it when I gave her a ride home from the party, she liked it and told me that no-one outside of her family called her that, so it was nice to have a friend say it." Stiles explained walking towards their class.
Scott seemed relieved and Stiles had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay."
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In Class, Stiles' most loathed teacher, Mr Harris, was writing on the board and the class was silent. Until Scott turned around to talk to Stiles.
"Maybe it was our blood on the bus." He said, an edge of hopefulness to his voice.
"It could have been animal blood." Stiles suggested, "Maybe we caught a couple of rabbits, or something?"
"And did what?" Scott asked in confusion.
"Ate 'em" Stiles said casually and Scott's eyes widened in horror.
"Raw?!"
"No! We stopped to bake 'em in little werewolf ovens!" Stiles exclaimed in a hushed tone, sarcasm lacing his voice.
"Mr. Stilinski. If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might wanna pull the head phones out every once in a while!" Mr Harris announced. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No!" Stiles protested but the teacher moved them anyway.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Harris snarked, and Stiles was extremely tempted to punch him.
Shortly after the two were seated in their newly assigned seats, the girl next to Scott noticed something out of the window and announced, "Hey, I think they've found something!" And the entire class rushed to the windows.
"That's not a rabbit." Scott whispered to Stiles.
A man was being pushed on a gurney, towards an ambulance, seemingly unconscious. Suddenly, he shot up, screaming and the class jumped back from the window in shock. Some students screamed in surprise. Scott and Stiles backed away further. Both thinking the same thing. "Did we do that?"
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Scott and Stiles were in the cafeteria, walking towards an empty table with trays of food.
"But dreams aren't memories" Stiles argued.
"Then maybe they weren't dreams!" Scott replied.
"Maybe. Or maybe it wasn't even us" Stiles said trying to comfort both Scott and himself.
"Maybe. But either way, something happened last night and we need to remember what!"
"Well, I would say let's ask Derek, but he's not replying to me! For all I know, I could have killed him!" Stiles said bitterly, sitting down at the table, opposite Scott.
"Dude, it was someone else on the bus!" Scott tried to reason.
"That doesn't prove anything. I mean, maybe I attacked them both and merged the memories together!" Stiles didn't really believe his own words, but he was in the mood for some self pity until Derek was proven alive and could provide a good explanation.
"Dude you don't know that! Besides, I could have been the one attacking that guy!" Scott said, worry creeping into his voice.
"I don't not know it! And we don't know that!" Stiles said, shaking his head firmly.
"We don't not know it!" Scott countered, causing Stiles to roll his eyes. "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel!"
"I should agree with you, but I can't let you give up your first date or entire life! Okay? We'll figure it out."
"Figure what out?" Lydia asked, sitting down next to Scott.
"Uh, just, uh, homework" Scott stuttered as the two best friends looked at her in shock. Before turning to each other.
"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whispered, leaning across the table to Scott, who shrugged in return. To further the weirdness, Danny and a girl sat on either side of Stiles, while another guy sat at the end of the table. Allison then walked over and sat next to Scott, and things started to make sense.
Jackson walked over to the table and glared at the guy sitting at the end. "Get up!" He demanded.
The guy sighed "Why don't you ask Danny to get up?"
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriends coin slot!" Danny said, sharing a smirk with Lydia. The guy reluctantly stood and walked away from the table. Jackson quickly took the seat. "So, I hear they're saying it's some sort of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny said, trying to start a conversation. It worked.
"I heard 'mountain lion'." Jackson said.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia stated instantly. At Jackson's look, she put a vacant expression on her face and a clueless tone in her voice. "Isn't it?"
"Who cares?" Jackson asked, being his usual douchebag self. "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker, who was gonna die anyway!"
"Actually, I just found out who it is, check it out!" Stile said, holding his phone out for everyone to see the video announcing the victim as Garrison Myers.
"I know this guy!" Scott announced "He was a bus driver that I met when I lived with my dad."
Stiles was about to pull his phone back when it started ringing and a picture of him and Derek kissing, that he had discretely taken, lit up the screen. The four occupants of the table that didn't know about his relationship looked at him in shock.
Stiles cleared his throat, a blush coating his cheeks. "Excuse me," Stiles stepped away from the table, answering the phone. "Thank God! Why the hell haven't you been answering my calls?!"
"You don't remember?" Was the only reply.
"Remember what?" Stiles asked, panic flooding through his body.
"The alpha, last night it attacked the bus driver, it tried using its influence over you to make you and Scott help him kill. Because neither of you have joined his pack, you were able to resist and when I got there, you were trying to protect the guy. I chased the alpha away and have been following him all day. But I lost him." Derek finished with an angry growl. "If you want to remember, return to the site and follow your senses. I'll talk to you later, I'm gonna try catching his scent again."
"Be careful!" Stiles demanded. "I don't mind you tracking him, but please don't attack him on your own! You told me that Alpha's are stronger than us, so.." Stiles knew that Derek was rolling his eyes at him.
"Okay, I won't but I gott-"
"Promise!" Stiles demanded and Derek sighed.
"Fine, I promise!"
"Great, happy hunting!" Stiles beamed.
"See you later." Derek promised before hanging up. Stiles couldn't wipe his smile away at knowing his mate was alive and had promised to see him soon.
"-sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork!" Jackson said holding up a fork that Lydia immediately snatched off of him.
"How about bowling? Lydia asked excitedly "You love to bowl!"
"Yeah, with actual competition!" Jackson snarked.
This sparked this competitive side of Allison, "How do you know we're not actual competition?" She then looked at Scott "You can bowl right?" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Sort of..."
"Is it sort of or yes?" Jackson asked leaning across the table.
"Yes!" Scott said, slightly angry. "In fact, I'm a great bowler!"
"Great!" Lydia smiled, then turned her head to Stiles. "How about you Stiles?"
"Huh?" Stiles asked in confusion.
"Are you and your boyfriend coming bowling?" She asked slowly, enunciating the words as if she was talking to a child, causing Stiles to roll his eyes.
"Yeah Stiles!" Allison agreed. "You should bring Derek!"
"Derek, huh?" Lydia looked to Allison, looking intrigued. "You've met him?"
"Yeah, at your party! Stiles brought him." Lydia hummed thoughtfully and turned back to Stiles.
"Bring him." She demanded.
Stiles rolled his eyes, how did he delude himself into thinking he was in love with her? She'd make a much better partner in crime than girlfriend to him. As long as they're on the same side, they'll get along fine. "I'll ask."
Everyone at the table, except Scott, looked at him expectantly. "What? Right now?"
"Yes. Right now!" Lydia demanded.
Stiles sighed, but did as told and pulled up Derek's contact info. "Big Bad Sourwolf?" Danny asked, confused. Scott's head shot up to look at Stiles while everyone else mimicked Danny's confusion.
"Let me see!" Scott demanded. Stiles showed him the phone that everyone else craned to see. Sure enough, under the picture of the two kissing, was the name that Danny had read out. Whilst everyone else remained confused, Scott burst out laughing. "Oh my God." He gasped out in between laughs. "Does he know?!"
"Yup!" Stiles chuckled, "But he's not very impressed." He then pulled his phone back and addressed the rest of the table. "When we met, he was very grumpy and his only facial expression was a scowl. So at first I started calling him 'sourpuss' but it didn't really suit him, so I tried to think of other names when I found out his favourite animal is a wolf. Thus, Sourwolf was born!" He finished his partial lie dramatically before hitting the 'call' button. Lydia quickly leaned over, grabbed the phone and put it on speaker.
When Derek answered, Stiles spoke quickly. "Hey, Der, you're on speaker." He hoped Derek would get the message and not mention anything wolfy.
"Hey babe, who am I talking to?" Derek asked casually causing Stiles to smile.
"Me, obviously, Allison, Scott, Lydia, Jackson, Danny and.. uhh" Stiles' eyes widened in horror as he realised that he didn't know the girl's name.
"Hi Derek," Allison greeted in an attempt to save Stiles.
"Hello Allison, it's nice to talk to you again."
"You too, Derek" She said with a smile, even though he couldn't see it.
"So Der, sorry if we interrupted anything" Stiles said, knowing that Derek would know he was asking about the Alpha situation.
"No, I just got home from an uneventful run. I'm just about to work out a little."
Stiles felt a smirk tug on his lips as he started to speak, "You know, if-"
"Nothing you're about to suggest will end with me working out."
Stiles' expression fell into a pout and he seemed to forget that he wasn't alone. "It's not like we'd do much with all the damn rules you set in place."
"True, but I know you. So I know that you'd get as close to the line as you possibly can, then try to step over it."
Stiles had an offended look on his face "Hey! I resen- Nah, you're probably right." He admitted rubbing his cheek and nodding his head. Then Lydia cleared her throat and gave him a pointed look, causing him to remember the reason for his call. "Oh, yeah. The reason I called is to invite you to a group date tomorrow night. Bowling."
"..."
"Please?"
"...Who's gonna be there?"
"Well I am, does it really matter about anyone else?"
"..."
"Okay, fine, Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson."
"..."
"Please?"
"..."
"I won't call you sourwolf for the entire night!" Stiles promised.
"Deal."
"Great, I'll figure out the details and let you know later."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye, I love you." Stiles hung up the phone and noticed Scott gaping at him. "What?" Stiles asked confused.
"You just said..." Scott started in shock and Stiles' eyes widened.
"Oh my God." He gasped in horror. Everyone else at the table stared as they realised that clearly, that was the first time Stiles had told Derek that he loved him. And it was over the phone. And Stiles hung up before Derek could reply. Well, that's awkward.
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"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles exclaimed while walking down the corridor with Scott.
"I know! I'm such an idiot!" Scott cried, throwing his head back.
"Well you're not the only one! I don't even know why I said it. I mean it's true, I think, and it felt right to say. But why now? Why over the phone? Why in front of everyone? Oh my God, I hate my life right now!" Stiles groaned
"It was like a car wreck! First it turns into a group date! Then there's that phrase 'Hanging out'! Then you get invited in, then you say that!" Scott said, cringing slightly.
"What if he hates me now?"
"How did this happen?"
"What if I've scared him off?"
"We either killed a guy or we didn't!"
"What if he doesn't find me attractive anymore?"
"I asked Allison on a date and now we're 'hanging out'."
"Did he ever find me attractive or was it just the mate thing?"
"I make first line and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now"
"Am I attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asked curiously.
"Now I'm gonna be late for work!" Scott said in exasperation, walking faster out of the school, leaving Stiles to yell after him.
"Wait, Scott, you didn't answ- Am I attractive to gay guy-? You didn't answer my question!"
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Later that night Stiles was pacing around his room nervously, like he had been doing for the previous forty minutes. He was pretty sure he was wearing down the carpet, but he didn't stop long enough to check. To make matters worse, Derek had been sitting on his desk for the past fifteen minutes. At least, that's how long ago Stiles had noticed him. The second he saw him, he looked away as if he hadn't and continued pacing.
After another five minutes, Derek finally snapped. "Okay, quit it! We need to talk, Stiles!" Stiles froze in place, sighed, then sat on the edge of his bed refusing to look at Derek.
After a few minutes of silence, Derek spoke again. "Did you mean what you said? Or did you just say it because your friends were there?" Stiles' head shot up, eyes wide in shock and it was Derek's turn to look down.
"No!" He exclaimed. "I mean yes! I mean-" Stiles took a deep breath. "I mean yes, I meant it. I didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. It just felt right. I didn't say it out of obligation or anything, but because it's true. If I'm honest, I don't really understand any of this, it's all happening so fast and it's confusing and I've never felt like this before. I understand if I've scared you off and you don't want to see me anymore bu-"
Derek cut Stiles off with a firm kiss, pushing Stiles backwards, so that he was lying across the bed and Derek climbed on top of him. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, deepening the kiss.
After several minutes of making out they pulled apart for air, and settled more comfortably on the bed, so that Stiles was resting against the pillows and Derek could use the headboard for support if needed.
"I love you, Stiles." Derek said confidently, looking Stiles straight in the eyes to show that he meant it. "I just needed to make sure that you meant what you said before I told you."
"I love you too, Derek." Stiles said with the most beautiful smile on his face, pulling Derek in for another kiss. The kiss became more and more heated. While Derek was kissing along Stiles' neck, they both noticed as a certain part of Stiles reacted to Derek's actions.
"Remember, Stiles, no sex!" Derek mumbled into the boy's neck. Stiles sighed and started to push Derek off of him.
"Tease." He muttered. Derek sat up, straddling Stiles, only to push him back onto the bed and pin him in place.
"I said, no sex." Derek growled out, which made Stiles tingle in a way that it probably shouldn't have, and ground his hips against Stiles's own, drawing a moan from the boy. "I didn't say anything" Derek removed his shirt revealing his perfectly chiseled chest, that Stiles shamelessly ogled and ran his hands over. "About other things." Stiles moaned and pulled Derek down for another kiss.
A/N: Okay, feel free to use your imaginations from there, or check out 'The Hale Pack Smut' to see what I imagine happened next ;)
cornelia. schuitema: I'm sorry, that was speciesist of me. I'm glad you enjoyed it and hope you continue to enjoy the story! Don't worry, idiotic Scott will return :3 x
mks 12 98: Well just in case it didn't the above should have done the trick. And yes it is, and I felt bad for Stiles, so I thought I'd give him something to keep him going ;) x
High Serpent King: Yup, I have plans for that *Evil Laughter*. Thank you, I'll remember that for next time :) x
Mangy: Don't worry, there will be more of that. Scott will flicker between idiotic and okay for a while, slowly improving but still reflecting the Scott from the first season... (Whispers) I hope... (Normal volume) Hell yes, Lydia is awesome! x
Candy Lof: I hope this chapter makes you happy my new friend! x
Wolflover1989: Welcome to the story! I'm glad you like it! I will neither confirm or deny that, merely state that Kate will still be coming to Beacon Hills... Make of that what you will ;) x
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