Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: Friendship, magic bullets and awkward conversations.
The Hale Pack: Awkward Moments
"I love you too, dad." Stiles said, smiling, while fighting back tears. "Thank you."
Stiles hung up the phone, a brilliant smile on his face. "Hey, ready to go?" Allison asked, as she and Lydia walked over to him.
"Yup, let's go." Stiles announced merrily, holding out his arms for both girls. Lydia was the first to hook her arm with his, smiling happily, shortly followed by Allison. Arms linked together, the trio made their way into the school to start his day.
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"Hey, if Derek's not the one that bit us and isn't the Alpha, then who is?" Scott asked Stiles, who was sitting behind him in class.
"I don't know." Stiles sighed checking his phone for any texts or calls from Derek. Scott turned back to the front settling in his seat for half a second.
"Is Derek okay?" Scott asked, turning around to face Stiles again.
"I don't know." Stiles admitted sadly, checking his phone again.
"Dude, are you okay." Scott asked in concern, having noticed Stiles' unusual, though not uncharacteristic, aggravation.
"Scott, my mate is hurt, and apparently dying, my dad is freaking out, there's a psycho alpha werewolf out there killing people, my friends, except for you, have no idea what's going on and I can't do a damn thing about any of it because I'm stuck here, in this pointless class, wasting half my life away, being absolutely useless. So no, I'm definitely not okay!" Stiles had started in a whisper, but gradually grew louder as he went on, finalising his point by snapping his pencil in half, drawing the attention of other students in the class.
The teacher reached Stiles desk and handed him his marked test. A. Well that was one less thing to worry about. Looking up, Stiles noticed that Scott had gotten a D-minus. Ouch.
"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles commented in jest, hoping that the 'fake it till you make it' thing would work well enough to get him through the day. Unfortunately Scott wasn't in the mood for humor at that moment, and Stiles' comment only caused Scott to huff. "That was a joke. Scott it's one test, you're gonna make it up!" Stiles reasoned, trying to comfort his best friend. "Do you want help studying?"
"No, I'm studying with Allison after school today." Scott told him happily and Stiles nodded in recognition.
"Oh yeah, right, she mentioned it this morning." Scott turned to face Stiles once again.
"Wait. This morning? When did you see her today?" Scott asked in confusion, an edge of accusation to his voice, but not as accusing as he would have been before Derek came along.
"I gave her and Lydia a ride to school today." Stiles said with a slight shake of his head. "I've already become the gay best friend. I might as well start hanging out with Danny!"
"It's not that bad, dude! Hey, at least you don't have a crush on Lydia anymore, or that would've been a huge blow." Scott commented and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, true, but I'm not overly keen on the idea of being invited over to gossip and talk boys and have my nails painted, every week for the rest of high school!" Stiles scoffed.
"I'm sure that won't happen!" Scott assured with a small smile, before turning back to face the front.
"It already did." Stiles muttered, picking at a stubborn fleck of nail polish that clung to his finger nail.
*Flashback*
1.15am Saturday Night/Sunday Morning
"Come on Stiles, it'll be fun! Please?" Allison begged, holding up a bottle of a blue-grey nail polish and Stiles shook his head firmly.
"Nope, no way, nuh-uh. Back away." Stiles warned, backing away to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, for God's sake Ally, just pin him down!" Lydia demanded casually leaning against Allison's dresser, looking at the brunette's selection of makeup.
"Come on Stiles, we'll stop asking about your sex life all night" Allison offered, Stiles shook his head and climbed off of the bed, backing away towards the door. "And I'll help you get Scott to watch Star Wars!" She bargained, remembering the hyperactive boys complaints from earlier, yet Stiles still wasn't convinced. A brilliant smile lit up her face as an idea occurred to her. "And I'll buy you a pack of Reese's everyday for a week!"
Stiles stopped walking, looking thoughtful. "Fine." He relented, dragging out the word with a groan.
Allison and Lydia immediately ran over to him, squealing happily. Stiles sighed as he was pushed and pulled over to the bed and unceremoniously shoved onto it. The girls sat either side of him, each grabbing a hand. Allison painted his thumb, middle and pinky finger nails, as she did so, Stiles noticed that the colour was almost identical to that of Derek's eyes.
He turned his attention to Lydia, who had retrieved a piece of card and used it to mix a gold and a light brown polish, resulting in a colour just like the colour of his own eyes. As expected, she was painting the index and third finger nails. After three coats of polish on Stiles, the girls switched hands. Stiles wondered why they hadn't just switched colours, but he wasn't going to ask. Those girls could be scary when they want to be.
Once they were done, Stiles was tasked with painting Allison's nails a light blue. For some reason, she had multiple bottles of the same colours. Not just blue, but various pinks and purples and reds and ever a nice emerald green. Then there were colours that she only had one bottle off, which was a lot. Some were so similar, that Stiles probably wouldn't notice if it wasn't for his enhanced eyesight. Of course, his enhanced sense did betray him. He'd noticed how strong the smell of nail polish when he was younger, thanks to his mum and Melissa, but now it made his eyes water. Thankfully Lydia and Allison didn't think too much of it, assuming that it was simply because he wasn't used to it. There was a mishap when Lydia 'accidentally' spilled nail polish down Stiles' clothes, forcing him to get changed into the spare clothes he had taken to keeping in his backpack at all times since his first full moon.
About an hour later, they were finally done, but not before Stiles was forced to braid Allison's hair. The girls put away their weapons of torture and sat on the bed once more. Stiles opted to return to the end again. The new found friends ended up talking about movies and ideas for group dates until Allison's mum came and disrupted the fun.
*End Flashback*
"Mr. Stilinski!" The teacher snapped, drawing Stiles from his memories.
"Yes miss"
"A good grade does not mean that you don't need to pay attention in class." Stiles felt his heart rate increasing in annoyance, trying to keep his expression neutral and
"Sorry." Stiles said through gritted teeth.
"Sorry, what?" The teacher taunted.
"Sorry, miss." Stiles growled.
"Now, that wasn't very apologetic, was it Mr. Stilinski? Again."
"Sorry, miss." Stiles' tone wasn't any calmer, in fact it was more aggressive. The pale boy gripped the edge of the desk, while he glared at the object as if it had personally offended him. His vision was red, his heart was racing and he was losing control.
"Again!" The teacher snapped.
"Stiles, come on man, calm down." Stiles heard Scott's voice, at a volume only he could hear. "You can do this man. You can control it, you don't want to hurt anyone, man. Do it for me, your dad, my mum, Allison, Lydia, Derek, you can't save him if hunters are after you, dude. Come on man, pull it back. Pull it back." Throughout Scott's words of encouragement, Stiles could feel his heart rate returning to normal and his amber eyes faded away to their natural whisky colour.
"I said, again, Stilinski!" The teacher snapped, causing Stiles to look up at her.
"Sorry, miss." Stiles repeated, voice void of aggression.
"Good, now pay attention." The teacher walked back to the front of the class and Scott turned to Stiles in concern.
"Thanks man." Stiles whispered gratefully, sending Scott a soft smile.
"Anytime bro." Scott smiled and faced the front again.
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At lunchtime, Derek dragged himself through the school corridors, wincing with every slow step. He paused when he noticed a familiar scent, but it wasn't Stiles. Derek looked up to find the source of the scent. Jackson. Derek shuffled towards Jackson, using all of his strength to keep standing.
"Jackson, where's Stiles?" He gasped out. Jackson looked at him in shock.
"Dude you looked wrecked. What are you on? Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?" Jackson asked.
"Steroids." Derek stated with an eye-roll.
"No, girl scout cookies." Jackson drawled acrimoniously. "What the hell do you think I'm talking about? I know someones selling to McCall and with the way you look, I'm betting that it's you!" Jackson accused, gesturing to Derek's pale and weakened form.
Derek looked down when he felt blood stream down his arm, to his hand. As the blood dripped to the floor, he noticed that it was black. Clenching his fist, he looked back to Jackson. "I'll find him myself."
"He's with Lydia and Allison!" Jackson stated as he rolled his eyes and slammed his locker shut. Derek leant against a wall and tapped into his enhanced hearing to help him find Stiles, when he heard Lydia's voice.
"Scott's coming over tonight, right?" Lydia asked voice filled with intrigue, a suggestive undertone lacing her words.
"We're just studying together." Allison insisted, causing her to receive eye rolls from Stiles and Lydia.
"Ally, "Just studying" never ends with just studying. No matter who it's with." Stiles informed her, placing an arm around her shoulder. "Like, if you and Lydia were to study together, you'd probably end up gossiping and stuff. Whereas Scott and I would end up playing video games."
"Stiles and Derek wouldn't get any studying done at all." Lydia smirked.
"True, I'd be too distracted by his hotness!" Stiles declared with a grin.
"Are you seeing him tonight?" Allison asked curiously.
"Yup, although I won't be getting any sexy-fun time. He's got food poisoning." Stiles explained sadly.
"Oh so that's why you've been checking your phone all day? Checking up on him?" Allison inquired, a tone of empathy to her voice.
"Yeah."
"Damn." Lydia hummed "Anyway, back to Allison. As I was saying, it's like getting into a hot tub, somebody eventually cops a feel." Lydia stated with a shrug
"So what are you saying?"
Lydia shrugged slightly and stated. "I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up." Allison looked confused and Stiles rolled his eyes. "Hello, snow white! I'm talking about a condom.
Allison looked shocked for a second then laughed. "Are you kidding? After one date?"
"Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste." Lydia insisted with a slight shrug.
"Only if you want to, Scott won't push if you're not ready!" Stiles assured her.
Allison looked nervous "Well, I - I mean, how much is 'a little taste'?"
Lydia chuckled "Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?"
Allison smiled softly, turning shy under the inquisitive gazes of her two best friends. "Well, he's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan, no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But, then I met him, and.. He was different. I-I don't know. I can't explain it."
"I can." Lydia stated "It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."
Allison giggled in surprise, still feeling awe whenever Lydia displayed her intelligence, not quite having adjusted to the girl dropping the air-head act. Though she wasn't complaining, as she definitely preferred the real Lydia Martin. "What? What is that?"
"Geez, Ally I thought you were smart." Stiles teased with a grin, bumping her with his shoulder, earning him a playful glare and punch on said shoulder in return.
"I am smart," Allison defended, even though she knew that Stiles wasn't actually questioning her intelligence. Sometimes it was just fun to banter. "I'm just not a genius like Lydia. Besides, I bet you don't know either!"
"Oh, absolutely not." Stiles confirmed candidly before swirling around and holding a single finger up while boisterously proclaiming "But I wouldn't have admitted that if you hadn't called me out, I was just going to wait until I got home and, after tenderly nursing Derek back to health, google it like a normal person."
"You, of all people, don't get to lecture me about doing things the 'normal' way, Stiles Stilinski!"
"I'll tell you what to do." The redhead cut in, completely ignoring the bickering of the two brunettes and efficiently ending it, instead going into planning mode. "When's he coming over?"
"Right after school."
The bell sounded, causing Derek to cover his ears in pain.
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Stiles, Lydia and Allison made their way out of the school and walked towards Stiles' Jeep. "So, we'll take Ally home first, then you can drop me off at the store, so that I can pick up the stuff for tomorrow night. And you can do whatever it is that you're planning!" Lydia announced strutting over to the jeep.
As the three teens reached the vehicle, Stiles spotted Derek looking ill and pale, leaning against the passenger side door. "Oh my god, Der." Stiles gasped rushing over to his boyfriend. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"I want- wanted - to - see - you-" Derek gasped out, gripping Stiles' hand.
"Hey, maybe you should get him to a hospital, he doesn't look so good." Allison said in concern.
"No!" Derek gasped immediately, gripping his mate's hand tighter as he pleaded with him. "Stiles you can't take me to a hospital. You can't!"
"Don't worry, Der." Stiles assured his boyfriend, then turned to the girls. "He hates hospitals. I'll take him to mine. If he gets any worse, I'll call Scott's mum, she's a nurse." Stiles partially lied to reassure both Derek and the girls.
"Okay, hey, um, Jackson's still here I can get a ride off of him if-" Lydia started, but was cut off by Derek.
"No, I- I don't wan-t to in'rupt your plans- I'll b-e f-ine." Derek sent the trio a pointed look, that clearly said 'Don't argue with me.'
Allison and Lydia shared worried looks, but opened the door and climbed into the back of the Jeep. Stiles helped Derek into the passenger seat, before hopping into the drivers side.
"Hey, um, I have tons of medication at my house, when we get there, Lydia and I can look after Derek well you grab something for him, if you'd like?" Allison offered, biting her lip nervously. "I-I mean, I would get it myself, but you'd probably know if he was allergic to something, y'know? But if you don't wan-"
"Thank you Ally, that'd be great." Stiles cut off the girl's ramble gratefully, smiling at her in the rear view mirror. He really hoped she wouldn't follow in her family's footsteps, the girl was so sweet and he'd grown fond of her already. Plus, she'd unknowingly made the task of getting the bullet a lot easier.
When they pulled up to the Argent house Scott was already standing there with his bike. Stiles shot his best friend his patented 'Are you freaking kidding me? You idiot!' look, but Scott couldn't see what the big deal was, so Stiles made a mental note to chew his best friend out and remind him of the meaning of the word 'subtlety'. Next to him Derek barely held back a groan and in the back seat, Allison and Lydia exchanged quizzical looks.
Allison shook her head to discard those thoughts for the time being and handed Stiles her house key, "Upstairs, second door on the left," She informed him with a smile. Stiles thanked her before hopping out of the Jeep, greeting Scott on his way to the house.
"Hey," Scott called, drawing everyone's attention. "What's going on?"
Allison hoped out of the Jeep gracefully, glancing back at Derek in concern. "Derek's got food poisoning, so I offered him some medication to ease it a little bit. But I didn't know if he was allergic to anything, so Stiles is heading inside in to get it." Allison explained easily as she strolled over to the boy. As she did so, Stiles jogged to the house and unlocked the door, taking a moment to listen for any extra heartbeats. None. Perfect. He paused at the door way, a strange sensation hitting him. Shaking his head he stepped forward, though it felt odd. Once he was inside the house, he used his sense to track down the bullet. It took a few minutes but he caught the scent when passing a bedroom. He was immediately drawn to a bag under the bed. When he held the bullet, he felt his eyes glow.
On his way out, he grabbed a couple of painkillers and antibiotics from the medicine cupboard in the bathroom Allison had sent him to, for appearances. When he went back outside, Scott and Allison were leaning against the jeep, the windows were rolled down, allowing the couple to talk to Lydia and Derek, not that Derek was talking much. "Dude I got the bullet, everything's cool." Stiles whispered, so that only Scott and Derek could hear him.
Allison noticed Stiles walking out of the house and paused her conversation to call out to him "You get what you need?"
"Yeah, thanks Ally," Stiles said gratefully holding up the pills, before hugging Allison. Who returned it semi-awkwardly due to the books she was holding.
"Anytime," Allison smiled, "I'll, uh, see you guys tomorrow," She said, grabbing Scott's hand. "Bye, Lydia. Bye, Derek, I hope you feel better soon." The three returned her calls and Stiles walked back to the Jeep, idly noting how Scott also paused at the doorway.
Hopping back into the Jeep, Stiles turned to Derek. "I've got what you need." He handed him the pills, so Lydia wouldn't be suspicious, but he knew that Derek, who dry swallowed them all in one go, was aware of what he meant. (Watching Derek take four pills at once without anything to wash them down with, Stiles came to the realisation that he was in love with a psychopath.) Lydia remained silent, so Stiles pulled out of the Argents drive, and headed towards the store that they were to drop Lydia off at.
"Okay, what's going on? Derek, I can tell you're ill, but I know it's not food poisoning. At first I thought drugs, but you would have been a lot more irritable and wouldn't have let us in the car. Furthermore, you were both far too relieved when Allison offered to let Stiles go in the house alone. There was something in that house that you needed, but it wasn't medication." Lydia stated, folding her arms and staring into the rear view mirror, knowing Derek's eyes were fixed on it and that Stiles kept glancing at it. "So what was it?" Derek and Stiles exchanged worried looks.
"Lydia, I-" Stiles started, trying to think of something to say, only to be cut off by the judicious girl.
"Nope, no excuses, I want to know the truth." Lydia demanded, her face was blank and unreadable, but there was an unmistakable gravity in her eyes that gave away her concern.
"I can't Lydia, okay?" Lydia attempted to interrupt, but Stiles powered on. "Right now, I really can't tell you, okay? Please just give me time. I want to be your friend, but I can't do that if you keep pushing!"
"Fine." Lydia relented, for the time being. "But I'm not letting this go, Stiles. I want to be your friend too, but I can't if you keep big things from me, and I can tell that this is big." She stated. By that time Stiles had pulled up outside the store, so Lydia climbed over Stiles and opened the door then hopped out of the Jeep without another word.
"Why'd she have to be so smart?" Stiles asked in annoyance, before pulling the door shut, sharing a look with Derek then driving home.
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Scott pocketed his phone after receiving a text from Stiles announcing that the 'medicine' seemed to be helping and Derek should be fine soon enough. It was clear that he'd phrased it that particular way in case Allison read it.
Sitting up from the bed, Scott noticed a photo frame in one of the boxes waiting to be unpacked.
He picked it up and examined the woman in the picture next to Chris Argent.
"Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the woman.
"That's my dad's sister Kate. Except, she's more like my sister." Allison explained with a smile. "She got here last night. She had some car trouble, though, I guess."
Scott nodded, remembering the woman from the previous night. He knew that she'd called Chris her brother, but it could have been figurative, like how he and Stiles refer to each other as brothers. Apparently not. Scott placed the frame on the bed, leaning down and picking up a stack of black and white pictures, flicking through them. "Did you take these?" He asked curiously.
"That's when I thought I was a photographer." Allison explained with a blush.
"They're good." Scott complimented, only to have Allison snatch them away from him.
"No, they're not. I stopped when I realised that I was terrible at it." Allison said, glaring at the pictures. "The framing's off, bad lighting, believe me, not good."
Scott didn't comment further, knowing that she wouldn't believe him anyway, instead he simply pulled a painting of fruit out of the box. "That's when I thought I was good at painting. Uh, terrible too." Allison announced, grabbing the picture from Scott, who chuckled, then grabbed a folder from the box.
"That's when I tried poetry, terrible doesn't even come close to describing that." Having grown up with a single mum most of his life, Scott knew better than to argue.
"What are you good at." He asked curiously.
"I'm gonna show you, if you promise not to laugh." Allison said nervously, before leading Scott to the garage.
"I was nationally ranked as a kid, and my dad wanted me to go on, but I don't know, I just didn't really like it." Allison informed him with a shrug. "Promise not to laugh!" She demanded as Scott looked around the room.
"I promise." Scott stayed, still looking around. When he turned to face Allison, he jumped back in shock. "What the hell is that?!"
"It's a compound bow." She explained with a grin. "And I'm pretty sure it requires an arrow to be harmful." Allison jested as Scott flinched when she continued to aim it at him.
"So that's what you're good at?" He asked nervously and Allison smirked. "Archery."
"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Allison reminded him with a pout.
"Trust me I'm-" Scott faltered when his eyes landed on something across the room. "Not laughing." Scott found himself drawn to the arsenal of weapons and ammunition.
"So, I guess I should explain." Allison stated. "We're not some sort of separatist gun-nut family." Allison explained, walking to the cases of weapons. "My dad sells firearms to law enforcement." There was no skip in her heart beat, she actually believed that.
"Oh, that's good. So, um - Are you planning on joining the family business?" He asked, slightly worried.
"I don't know, you tell me." She purred, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to her. "Would I look hot with a gun?"
"Hotter without." Scott informed her leaning in for a kiss. The door to the garage burst open and Chris Argent walked in carrying a box. Allison and Scott pulled apart quickly and ducked behind the red car.
"Hey Chris, get your ass out of the 50's and come help with the groceries!" Kate's voice called.
"Be right there!" Chris replied, stopping just before the car and placing the box on a pile. Then he walked and leant against the boot of the car, looking down at the two teenagers. "You two mind helping?" He asked, voice void of emotion.
Both nodded. "Sure." Allison said.
"No problem." Scott stated nervously.
Chris smiled at Scott's obvious nerves. "Great." He then walked out of the garage, shortly followed by the couple.
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Scott had just grabbed the last bag of groceries from the car, when Chris came outside. "Thank you." Chris said pleasantly, grabbing the bag from Scott.
Scott's phone chimed, signalling a text.
From: Stiles (17:37)
Message: Der's fine now, how's the 'studying' going?
Scott rolled his eyes.
To: Stiles (17:38)
Message: I'll tell you later.
Allison walked out of the house "Do you still want to study?" Scott asked nervously.
"I think she'll concentrate better on her own." Chris stated before Allison could reply.
"Umm, I guess I'll see you later then?"
"At school." Chris interjected immediately. Allison rolled her eyes and glared at her dad, when she moved to step closer to Scott, Chris intervened again. "Eh, eh, you," He pointed to Scott. "On your bike. You," Chris pointed to Allison, "Inside."
"Oh, come on, Chris!" Kate chuckled . "Really? They were making out in the garage, not shooting amateur porn." She turned her head to Scott who looked uncomfortable. "You," She placed her hand on his shoulder. "With the adorable brown eyes, drop your bike. You're staying for dinner." Kate stated, causing a pleasantly surprised look to appear on Allison's face. Allison smiled at Scott, then followed her aunt into the house.
"You eat meat?" Chris asked Scott, who smiled nervously and nodded. Then cautiously climbed the porch steps.
"You don't mind?"
"Actually, no." Chris stated placing an arm around Scott. "It'll give us a chance to get to know each other." He smiled and led Scott into the house.
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"Would you like something else to drink besides water, Scott?" Victoria offered politely.
"Uh, no, I-I'm good thanks." Scott declined politely.
"We could get you some beer." Chris offered casually.
"N-no thanks."
"Shot of Tequila?" Chris offered
"Dad. Really?" Allison snapped in annoyance.
Chris just stared at Scott, "You don't drink, Scott?"
"I'm not old enough to." Scott replied earnestly.
"That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers." Victoria commented.
"No, but it should."
"Good answer." Kate complimented, "Total lie, but well played, Scott. You may yet survive the night." She teased, sending Chris a pointed look.
"You ever smoke pot?" Chris asked quickly, drawing a laugh from Kate.
"Okay, changing the channel to something a little less conservative." Kate announced, holding up a hand to shush her brother, while everyone else looked uncomfortable. "So, Scott, uh- Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team. I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that. How do you play?"
"Um, well, you know hockey? It's a lot like that, only, um, played on grass instead of ice."
"Hockey on grass is called field hockey." Chris informed Scott, sounding out the name of the game slowly, as though he were talking to a child.
Scott squirmed slightly as a blush coated his cheeks and his eyes dropped to the table "Oh. Yeah."
"So it's like field hockey," Allison informed Kate, sending a glare to her dad "Except the sticks have nets." She finished with an encouraging smile aimed at Scott.
"Exactly." Scott nodded, smiling at Allison in thanks.
"And can you slap check like in hockey?" Kate asked curiously.
"Um - Yeah. But it's only the, uh, the gloves and the sticks." He informed her, glad for the conversation change.
"Sounds violent." Kate commented before adding in a stage whisper "I like it."
Allison used that moment to compliment Scott. "Scott's amazing too. Dad came with me to the first game. Wasn't he good?"
"He was fine."
"He scored the last shot, the winning shot." Allison bragged with a smile.
"True, but he didn't score at all until the last few minutes." Chris pointed out sardonically, frustrating both Scott and Allison.
"His last shot ripped a hole through the goalie's net. It was incredible." Allison pointed out, turning to face Kate again.
"Well, I think the goalie was probably playing with a defective stick, so-" Allison slammed her glass down on the table, furious that her dad was making the dinner so uncomfortable for everyone involved, especially Scott. Her heart was racing, but only Scott could hear it, and her leg was shaking under the table. Scott subtly move his hand and placed it on Allison's, hoping to comfort her.
"You know, on second thought, um, I think I'll take that shot of Tequila." Scott commented, only half joking. Earning him a grin from Allison and a chuckle from adults, including Chris.
"You were kidding, right?" Chris asked, still chuckling slightly.
"Yeah."
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Scott excused himself to go to the bathroom, and called Stiles to check on Derek. "Hey man, how's it going?" Scott asked.
"Fine, he's resting right now, he needs it, dad wants to talk about everything."
"Oh, so he knows?"
"Yeah, and he freaked out a little." Stiles explained sadly.
"Well, I'm sure he'll come around man, I mean it's not like you can help being into dudes." Scott stated, unaware that Kate Argent was standing behind him. Fortunately, his sensitive hearing meant he had to have the in-call volume at the lowest setting, so she was unable to hear Stiles' side of the conversation.
"What? No dude, not that. Well, he knows about that too, but that's not what he's freaking out about." Stiles informed Scott.
"If not that, then what?" Scott asked, confused.
"Well, you know that dad had to interview Derek when they found out that the dead girl was his sister, right?"
"Yeah," Scott stated with a small nod, even though Stiles couldn't see.
"Well as procedure, dad had to check up on if Derek was in town at the time of the murder." Scott was nodding along, even though Stiles couldn't see. "Well dad was pleased to find that since leaving six years ago, Derek hadn't set foot in a five mile radius of town until thirty minutes before Laura was found. Making it an hour and a half after she was killed." Stiles explained, but Scott was still confused.
"So what's the problem?"
"Don't you remember when Derek and I claimed to have met?"
Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "Mid summer break, right? What's that got to do wi-" Scott cut himself off when the realisation hit. "Oh."
"Yeah..."
"So what happened?" Scott asked in intrigue and concern.
"We had to tell him the truth."
"You mean-?"
"Yup."
"No wonder he's freaked." Scott commented.
"Yup, but he's doing okay, he's calmed down after the initial shock. He's still not 100% but that's to be expected."
"When you say everything..."
"Sorry man."
"It's fine, at least that's one less person to keep secrets from."
"True, good to look at the bright side." Scott was nodding in agreement, when he suddenly became aware of a presence behind him. Knowing better than to look, Scott simply continued with the conversation.
"Yeah, I hope everything goes alright man. Oh, Allison asked me to pass on that she hopes D gets over his food poisoning and feels better soon, and are you guys still on for tomorrow night?"
"Tell her thanks and yes, and ask if I'm staying over again, or will I need a way home?"
"Sur- Wait, staying over? Again?" Scott shrieked.
"Yes, after bowling Allison and Lydia invited me over for interrogation. We ended up losing track of time and I had to sleep in the spare room!" Stiles explained, and Scott just knew that the younger boy was rolling his eyes.
"Right, sorry man, I know that even if you were straight and single, you wouldn't try anything like that. I just really like Allison, it might not work out, especially since her dad hates me, but I want to give it a try. I don't want to mess it up."
"Dude, don't take it personally, it's her dad's job to hate you!" Stiles stated. "This is his little girl, his only daughter, hell, his only child that we know of, that you're dating. He has to be protective and try to scare you off. Just promise that you won't let him scare you away."
"I promise."
"Say it!"
"Fine, I promise that I won't let Allison's dad scare me away and the only thing that I'll allow stop me from being in a relationship with her is her saying she doesn't want to be with me." Scott promised, knowing Stiles would approve of the extra bit.
"Good, now I gotta go, dad'll be home soon and haven't started dinner yet."
"Okay Stiles, good luck man!"
"You too Scotty." A beep signalled the end of the call. Scott pocketed the phone, muttering.
"Right, bathroom, bathroom." His eyes fell on a door with an alarm, intrigued, he took a step closer, only to be stopped short by a voice.
"Does that look like a bathroom to you?" Kate asked him with a raised eyebrow, for appearances he pretended to be startled by her presence.
"N-no" Scott stuttered, turning to face the woman.
"No," She chuckled, then pointed to another door. "You can use the one in the guest bedroom."
"Thanks."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
At the Stilinski household, two Stilinski's and a Hale sat around the dinner table, silently eating their food. All remembering the disaster of the previous night.
*Flashback*
The wolves looked at each other and Derek nodded to Stiles. It was the only way. "Dad," Stiles said softly, looking at the elder Stilinski. "There's something you should know. As you've figured out, Derek and I haven't known each other as long as we've made out to you and our friends." Stiles pulled in a nervous breath and Derek gripped the boy's hand in comfort.
"We met a few weeks ago, the night Laura's body was found." Stiles rubbed his thumb over Derek's knuckles in condolence. "I eavesdropped on your phone call and decided it'd be cool to go out looking." Stiles said sheepishly, squirming under his dad's glare. "So I went to Scott's and convinced him, then we headed out to the preserve. We didn't get very far though, because after a few minutes we noticed the search party and decided to head back to Roscoe and call it a night." The sheriff took on an expression of suspicion and concern, but didn't say anything.
"After about a minute of walking back, the flashlight died, so we had to try to retrace our steps. Needless to say, we quickly got lost. When we were trying to find our way back, a herd of deer came running out of nowhere, and Scott ended up dropping his inhaler. While we were looking for it, we found L-Laura. Out of shock, we ended up rolling down this dirt hill. We were okay, but when we went to walk away, we heard a noise. There was this animal. It attacked us and bit both of us. We managed to escape and run out of the wood, only to nearly be run over. But as we were heading back to Roscoe, Derek pulled up and offered us help. At first we said no, but we were both bleeding and in pain, so we got in." John's expression had morphed into one of horror at the mention of his son's injury, his eyes roaming over his son, trying to see any sign of where he was injured. He barely resisted the urge to get up and force Stiles to show him where he was hurt, but his instincts told him to wait until the end of the story.
"Derek helped us clean and dress the wounds when we got back to Scott's and offered to pick us up in the morning and take us to Roscoe." He paused as his father's expression once again changed, this time into one of confusion "The next day was when the weird stuff started happening. First, it started with the wounds not hurting, but I initially wrote it off to adrenaline or something. Then when I walked past Mrs McCall's room, I heard her humming, which she always does quietly! Then, when I checked my wound, it looked about a week old, not a night." The sheriff was looking increasingly confused and doubtful, but remained quiet, allowing his son to tell his story. "Then when I was in class, I heard a phone call from the parking lot! Other stuff started happening, and I freaked out a little, so I went to Derek for help and he told me what was going on."
"Dad." Stiles took a deep breath and looked his father straight in the eyes. "I'm a werewolf."
The sheriff immediately took on an angry expression. "Really, Stiles? I was really concerned then and you jus-Woah!" John cut himself off with a fearful yelp, when his son's face transformed and his eyes glowed amber.
"W-what? H-how?!"
"The creature that attacked Scott and I, was a werewolf, a more powerful kind than me or Derek or Scott. It was an Alpha. The rest of us, we're Beta's. You can tell by the ey-"
"No." John interrupted, "Just, no, Stiles."
"W-what?" Stiles stuttered, tears welling in his eyes.
"I can't hear this. You being gay, I can handle. But this. You being this thing, this monster. No, I can't handle that Stiles, just go." John stated, turning his back on Stiles.
"D-dad, pl-please."
"Go, Stiles, just go." John muttered, before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
*End Flashback*
"L-look, I'm so sorry for how I reacted last night, I didn't mean what I said, I swear, I just need time to adjust." John apologised, a guilty expression on his face.
Derek shook his head. "There's no need to apologise Sheriff. Your reaction is completely understandable."
"I still hate myself for saying those things, Derek. Nothing will change that. The best that I can do is try to make up for it. So I'm ready to know." Sheriff John Stilinski had never been more determined in his life. "Tell me all there is to know about werewolves and what I can do to help."
A/N: I hope this was okay. I apologise if I missed any spelling or grammar errors, it's 2am and I feel dead.
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