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In all honesty he really was done with all of this shit. Not only did he have to deal with missing three months of school, which the teachers didn’t even notice before graduating, but on his first day as a FBI intern he gets pulled back into the supernatural the moment Derek’s picture was shown on that screen.

To make matters worse, the creature their hunting was literally meant to make fears reality. The others all believed him when he said his greatest fear was being blinded, but he didn’t even know what his greatest fear was.

He learned it when he locked eyes with the Anuke-ite just as he threw the mountain ash and didn’t see anything. Afterwards when they all went back to the McCall household he thought it was because he had no fears, but it was much later, as everyone went their separate ways and he was laying back in his bedroom that Stiles realized what else it would have meant.

His greatest fear, was facing reality.

A reality which he was already in, he felt sick when he realized he was literally living his greatest fear every waking moment of his life. His dreams too when nightmares hit.

Stiles went to sleep that night, hesitantly, and dreading the days to come.

What he didn’t expect was to wake up….standing outside of Scott’s house. Only when he looked down at himself he saw he wasn’t wearing what he’d fallen asleep in. The moment he tried to run his fingers through his hair he really began to panic. His adorable fluffy hair was gone, instead he had what felt like a buzz-cut like from junior year.

It was when Stiles reached into his pocket for his phone and looked at the screen that he saw the date.

Unlocking let him look up the year.

The year was...was the exact year that Scott had been bitten and their lives changed.

Stiles eyes widened as he realized where, and when exactly he was. This moment was when he’d gone to Scott’s house to convince his friend to go look in the woods with him for the other half of Laura Hale’s body. Gulping, Stiles stood there unsure what to do.

Was he dreaming?

He had to have been, there’s no way Stiles would accept this as anything other than a dream/memory. Taking a deep breath in Stiles forced himself to continue moving towards Scott’s house. This was all fake, but he knew how it ended and his body needed the rest so he figured he might as well let the dream play itself out til the end or until he wakes up.

Stiles walked up to Scott’s porch and started climbing just like he did before, he waited until he could hear Scott’s footsteps moving outside, closer towards him, before swinging upside down and grinned at Scott’s startled face.

The conversation continued pretty much the same way as well, Stiles definitely spoke with more sass than last time but if Scott realized it he didn’t say anything. Together the both of them left for the woods. Stiles had almost forgotten about Scott ever having Asthma until Scott called out for him to slow down, even referring to himself as the ‘asthmatic boy,’.

Stiles made sure to apologize even as he lead them straight towards his father at the other officers with their K9’s.
Just like in his memory, Stiles took the fall and managed to convince his dad that Scott wasn’t with him even as he questioned him the whole way back to Rosco (his precious jeep).

The only different from his memory was how his dad had asked him if he was alright the moment he sat in the driver's seat.

Confused, Stiles replied with, “Yeah dad, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Sheriff Stilinski frowned at him, “You haven’t said a word other than answering my questions the entire walk here.”

Stiles shrugged, “Tired, i guess.”

“Well...alright,” The Sheriff leaned back and patted Rosco on the hood, “I’ll be back late tonight, make sure you get home and rest.”

Stiles simply nodded in response, not even paying attention as he bid his dad goodnight and drove off towards their house.

That conversation...definitely did not happen last time.

Stiles shook his head and continued driving all the way home where he then proceeded to stumble into his room and pass out on the bed.
Hopefully when he woke up it’d be from this weird dream.

.

..

He didn’t wake up.

Looking into his bathroom mirror sometime before he needed to get ready for the drive back to Virginia, Stiles couldn’t really say he was surprised to see himself staring back at himself from junior year but he truly began to panic when he realized he was able to count his fingers. If this was all fake then he shouldn’t be able to count…Feeling the beginning of a panic attack inching its way closer, Stiles forced himself to try and calm down only it wasn’t working.

How the hell did he expect to calm himself down when apparently where he was, no when he was, was his reality.

Breathing in shakingly, Stiles gripped the edge of the bathroom sink tightly and tried again to control his pounding heart. No matter what he did, it seemed like he just couldn’t get himself to calm down any. Subconsciously Stiles could hear someone pounding on the bathroom door but it was a sound which seemed like it was echoing through thick glass. It was just as he started to fall to the ground as his legs gave out that Stiles looked up and watched as his dad flew into the room just in time to catch him.

“-iles? Stiles!?”

Stiles was aware of his dad holding him in his arms but it took a few minutes before he realized his dad was calling out to him and another few minutes of attempting to speak for him to form a sentence.

“I-I….I’m...o-okay…”

Incredulously the Sheriff stared down at his son before slowly speaking, “No...no your not. Stiles I stood outside the bathroom door for three minutes knocking before you started screaming suddenly and I had to force the door open. Not to mention you were also just unresponsive for six minutes!”

Swallowing hard, Stiles forced himself to sit up straight before facing his dad, “Please, I-I’m okay...I just need to get to school.”

“You want to go to school?”

Stiles nodded.

“Geez...Why can’t you want to stay home like a normal teenager?” Sheriff Stilinski chuckled, but frowned when Stiles winced.

“Guess...I’m just...strange…” Stiles chuckled awkwardly.

“Stiles?”

“I’m okay dad, really.”

Eventually the Sheriff hesitantly helped his son up and allowed him to get ready for school, they were both definitely late for school and work
respectively, but neither minded as they took their time leaving the house. When Stiles finally convinced his dad to let him drive to school, Stiles knew first period was already over, same with second and almost third.

Stiles made it to the school without incident but instead of heading to class, he headed straight towards the library.

As his luck would seem to have it, none other than Jackson Whittemore stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Stiles froze as the all too familiar sneer filled Jackson’s face.

“Please Jackson,” Stiles pleaded looking up at his-his friend? His bully? Tiredly, “Please just not now.”

Surprisingly enough, Jackson actually shut his mouth and stepped back before nodding slightly and walking away. Leaving a confused Stiles to watch as he left, not realizing the reason was because the look he’d given Jackson was filled with such...such pain it both hurt and startled him.

Stiles silently entered the library, and he stayed in there up until he knew he’d have to leave for Lacrosse practice. Which he reluctantly did. The moment he entered the boys locker room he was aware that Scott's eyes immediately shot to him but so did Jackson’s.

Forcing himself to push away the urge to turn tail and run, Stiles smiled and walked over to his friend.

“Dude!” Scott whisper-yelled his eyes looking slightly panicked, “Where have you been?! There’s something I need to show you.”

“Later okay? Not when everyone’s here.” Stiles whispered.

“Alright. Yeah,” Scott nodded, “After practice.”

And so they fell into the routine of gearing up and heading outside, Stiles glanced around as he made his way to the benches and froze when his eyes landed on not only Lydia but Allison.

Allison who died, because of him.

A strangled whimper escaped from him the very second that thought hit him. He...he couldn’t do this. Why was he here? What the hell was the point?
Stiles stood and turned, fully intent on leaving, but then coach blew the whistle and out of the corner of his eye Stiles saw Scott cover his ears.

Then he remembered, Scott needed him here.

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The moment school let out Both Stiles and Scott hurried back to the woods.

Stiles had managed to act relatively normal when Scott explained everything that happened in the woods to him, and when he mentioned how he thought it might’ve been a wolf Stiles didn’t tell him how it was impossible for wolves to be in California. Instead he let his best friend talk and answered when necessary so Scott wouldn’t become suspicious.

But mentally he was freaking out.

Everything seemed so...real, but it couldn’t be. There was no way he was in the past. If anything he was probably trapped within his memories or something, he just had to wait for one of the others to realize and save him.

The moment Scott started saying how he was worried the bite was an infection and he was being filled with adrenaline before shock set in caused Stiles to tell him how he heard about a specific infection like that before.

Stiles was entirely serious as he told Scott, “I think it’s called Lycanthropy.”

“Is that bad?” Scott asked, worried.

“Oh yeah, only like once a month.”

“Once a month?” Scott repeated confused.

“Mm-hmm.” Stiles knew once he really explained it Scott wouldn’t believe him but he had to try. “On the night of the full moon.”

When Scott continued to stare at him in confusion, Stiles howled.

Scott scoffed and rolled his eyes as he pushed Stiles in the chest, “I thought you were being serious. Don’t scare me like that man.”

“I am being serious!” Stiles insisted. He wasn’t sure why he wanted Scott to know so badly when he’d find out sooner or later like last time.

Shaking his head, Scott turned away from Stiles and continued walking. “T-There could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott said looking back at Stiles briefly.

“I know!” Stiles said, “You’re a werewolf!”

Scott shook his head and continued walking. Sighing as he realized Scott wasn’t willing to believe him just yet but he would come the full moon on Friday, Stiles followed after his friend.

Scott stopped and looked down before looking back at Stiles and pointing at the ground, “No I-I could’ve sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running…I dropped my inhaler…” Scott squatted down and began moving the leaves around.

Stiles looked down at his friend and suggested, “Maybe the body was moved.” Stiles remembered what happened to Laura’s body the last time after Scott found it.

“If the killer moved her I wish he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks.” Scott said looking back at the ground.

Stiles glanced to the right briefly and wanted to grin when he saw Derek Hale standing there, stone-faced, just like last time.

Derek Hale on the other hand was not only pissed that two people were so bluntly discussing his sister’s corpse but the kid who saw him didn’t even smell shocked or scared even. If anything it was like he knew Derek was going to be there.

“Stiles?” Scott looked up at his friend and when he saw Stiles’s attention was directed elsewhere, he turned around to look that way as well. Scott stood up and turned around just as the strand man began making his way towards them.

Derek was relieved to see that both of the kids weren’t idiots at least as the other one, Scott if he heard correctly, smelled of fear and something else when he saw him.

“What’re you doing here?” Derek demanded, striding straight towards them. Before either of them could speak, Derek continued, “Huh? This is private property.”

“Sorry man,” Stiles said genuinely, after all he knew Derek was grieving, “My friend lost his inhaler here late last night.”

“And what were you doing here last night?”

Stiles continued as though Derek never interrupted him, “My name is Stiles Stilinski, I overheard my dad talking about a body being found in the woods so I dragged Scotty here out with me to help look for it. Stupid I know, but I’m known to do stupid things.”

“Yeah we were just...just looking for somethin but umm...um f-forget it.” Scott stuttered the longer he held eye contact with Derek.

Before Scott could even finish his sentence, Derek was already pulling Scott’s inhaler out of his pocket and tossing it at him.

Scott caught it and watched as Derek walked off before looking over at Stiles, “Alright, come on. I gotta get to work.”

“Dude, uh wait a sec.” Stiles said before looking at Derek’s retreating form and calling out to him, “Hey! Wait a sec man. What’s your name?!”

Derek froze for just the briefest of moments before he continued walking away.

“You’re Derek Hale right!” Stiles stated, and watched as Derek whirled around and glared at him.

“Stiles…” Scott whispered, pulling on his friends sleeve.

Stiles simply smiled at Derek, which seemed to surprise the wolf, and said, “Thank you for returning his inhaler!”

Confused, Derek simply nodded before he left altogether.

“What the hell was that dude?” Scott demanded, “Did you know him?”

“What do you mean?” Stiles feigned innocence, “Dude, that’s Derek Hale, he’s a few years older than us. There was an incident a few years ago and a fire took away his family.”

“Oh…” Scott’s eyes widened, “...I wonder what he’s doing back….”

“Come on man,” Stiles said clapping Scott on the shoulder, “You have work remember?”

“Y-Yeah.”

It was hours later when Scott sent him a panicked text, saying how the bite was gone that Stiles remembered how Scott worked at a Animal Clinic and how worried his friend began when the animals, mainly the cats there all began freaking out. Then Scott sent him another text explaining about the dog brought to the Clinic and how he somehow managed to calm the dog down. Then he sent him a series of texts about Allison and how he bandaged up the dogs broken leg.

Stiles chuckled and was about to respond when Scott texted that he asked Allison to the Jackson Whittemore’s party Friday night and how he wanted him to come as well.

The next morning at school, Stiles hid behind the corner wall as Jackson approached Scott. He didn’t remember this happening last time, or if it did Scott never told him.

He stood there as Jackson confronted Scott, and Scott snapped at Jackson telling him what’s been happening and how he wanted to know what was going on with him as well. Stiles frowned as Jackson scoffed at Scott and eventually walked away. As Scott stood there, trying to calm himself down,

Stiles turned and walked away.

Hours later when they were out on the Lacrosse field, Stiles remembered something he tried to tell Scott last time. He ran up to his friend just as he was about to go onto the field but Stiles tried to get him to wait,to tell him about the animal hairs found on the body in the woods but Scott wasn’t listening to him.

He couldn’t tell him it was the hair of a wolf before Scott had already walked off. Stiles didn’t really care if he made the team or not so instead of really trying, he kept an eye on Scott. He couldn’t help but grimace as Jackson knocked Scott to the ground. Stiles was just as impressed as last time when Scott tore across the field and made the goal with such impressive moves, everyone burst out cheering. While everyone else stood up cheering, Stiles stayed seated and placed a hand over his mouth, he knew after the game he went home and researched all he could about Lycanthropy but maybe this time he could research all of the supernatural to prepare them for what’s to come.

If he’s still stuck in this dream/memory world by then.

Stiles made sure to look up everything he could think of starting with werewolves and doing the rest of the supernatural later on. He printed out as much as he could before he began writing down notes and printing pictures and even using new school notebooks in order to organize everything.

Before he knew it, he was startled out of his hyper-focus session by loud knocking on his bedroom door. Sighing as he remembered who it should be, Stiles shut his laptop and the notebooks before flipping over the papers as well before going over to his door and telling Scott to get into his room.

“You gotta see this man, okay? I’ve been up all night researching this. I’ve been to the library, I read up on as much as I could.”

“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked smiling as he set his bag down and sat on Stiles bed.

Stiles hesitated on answering, if he was being honest he took way to much in order to keep himself focused. Seeing Scott’s look he quickly answered with, “uh, A lot.”

“This about the body in the woods?” Scott asked.

“No.” Stiles said as he thought about Peter Hale, “There’s no question about who did it.”

“Who?”

“A wolf.”

“What?” Scott asked his confusion honestly annoying Stiles even if he didn’t mean too.

“Remember the other day?” Stiles began, seeing Scott’s clueless looked he continued, “The whole being a werewolf thing? I was trying to tell you at
tryouts that test results came back for hairs on the body. Belonging to a wolf.”

Scott frowned, “What?”

“You know why a wolf howls?”

“...No?”

“To signal its location to it’s pack. Scott there was a wolf in the woods.”

Scott’s eyes widened, “A pack of wolves?”

“No.” Stiles said, “Werewolves.”

Scott stood up, “Are you seriously wasting my time with this?” He turned and grabbed his bag, “You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

“Uh, I..” Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s chest, holding him in place, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you. I saw what you did out on the field today Scott.IT wasn’t just amazing, it was impossible.”

Scott looked away, “Alright so I made a good shot.”

“No!” Stiles said vehemently, “You made a incredible shot, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? Scott those aren’t things people develop
suddenly overnight.”

When Scott didn't saw anything Stiles continued, hoping to get through to his friend, “Plus the enhanced senses?”

“A-Alright dude,” Scott suddenly said, “I-I can’t think about this right now! We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Wha-? Tomorrow?!” Stiles eyes widened in panic, “Scott no! T-The full moon is tonight! Don’t you get it?!”

“What’re you trying to do?! I-I just made first line. I got a date with a girl w-who I can’t believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is perfect!
Why’re you trying to ruin it?” Scott demanded. Normally Scott’s never truly been angry at Stiles before but at the moment he didn’t care that this was a stupid argument, he was just mad.

“Excuse me?” Stiles sat down in his computer chair and picked up a few of the paper’s he’s printed, “I’m trying to help you! I’m just trying to help...You have Lycanthropy Scott.”

Scott scoffed and Stiles knew he had to try and convince him to believe him. The same route as last time should work...with a few adjustments.

“Scott anything can set you off, you have a rise in blood lust during a full moon and-”

“Blood lust?”

“The urge to kill Scott!”

“I’m already feeling the urge.”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles stood and walked to Scott’s bag where he opened the side pocket and pulled out his friends phone.

“What’re you doing?” Scott questioned watching Stiles' every move.

“Texting Allison and canceling your date.”

“What?” Scott’s eyes widened, "Stiles no!”

“I have too!” Stiles said, but before he could do much other than turn the phone on he felt himself being grabbed from behind and slammed back into his bedroom wall.

Scott had a grip on the front of his shirt with his fist raised towards Stiles’s face and Stiles couldn’t help but shut his eyes in fear of the upcoming hit. He knew Scott would never purposely hurt him but this was when he didn’t understand his power yet so Stiles knew the risks of angering him.

Scott growled and let go of Stiles the moment he realized what he was about to do. Instead he turned and flung the computer chair over.

Wide eyed and panting, Scott turned to look at Stiles fearfully. “I..I-I’m sorry…” Scott looked at the knocked over chair and slowly said, “...I-I gotta go g-get ready...for that party…”

Stiles stayed silent and refused to look at Scott as his friend grabbed his bag and walked to the door.

“...” Scott looked back over at Stiles and couldn’t help but notice how...frail looking Stiles seemed, “...I’m sorry…”

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t go.”

Biting his lip as Scott walked out, Stiles slammed his head back against the wall before going over and picking up his chair. Freezing when he saw the claw marks Scott left behind. Jerking his head up to look out his bedroom door, Stiles ran out and out to the front lawn, but Scott was nowhere to be seen.

He forgot that Scott still went to the party...Panicking ever so slightly, Stiles hurried to get ready, he knew he needed to be prepared to get Scott out of
that party, otherwise it’d be just like last time.

There was another variable he’d forgotten. Derek showing up at the party. Stiles got to the party just as Derek stepped up to talk to Allison, rolling down the window Stiles called out,

“Derek come on!”

Stiles mentally grinned at how surprised Derek Hale seemed to see him, “Remember we promised to help my dad out? He’s already pissed Scott forgot.”

“Oh,” Allison’s eyes widened, “Stiles right?”

“Yessir-e.” Stiles couldn’t help that his grin became a bit forced as he looked at her, his last memory of her wasn’t exactly memorable.

“Did Scott come here without telling your dad?” Allison asked.

“Yeah,” Stiles started, “I’m really sorry, I texted him like a gazillion times to remind him, he was really stoked to be going out with you tonight.”

Allison grinned happily, “I-It’s alright. Tell him we can reschedule.”

Stiles nodded and waved Derek over, who politely said goodbye to Allison and reluctantly got into Stiles’s jeep.

Once Derek was seated and the doors closed, Stiles quickly took off driving. After two minutes had passed of silence he quickly said, “I’m dropping you off at the entrance to that preserve alright? I gotta go find Scotty.” Before he could stop himself Stiles continued speaking, “Besides, not good for him to be around others when it’s a full moon.”

Stiles almost swerved off the side of the rode when Derek, with his claws out, grabbed Stiles’s forearm in a tight vice-like grip.

“Ow!” Stiles said trying to pull his arm free and not crash his jeep. “Dude what the hell, let go! You’re going to make me crash!”

Derek let go and allowed him to pull off to the side park the car before he grabbed the front of Stiles shirt and pulled him in close. Their faces were mere inches apart.

“What do you know?” Derek growled and Stiles just remembered that technically he shouldn’t know about Derek being a werewolf yet.

Instead of worrying Stiles told him somewhat of the truth, “Scott told me his symptoms. The animal hair found on the body were a wolf’s and Scotty was bitten. Not that hard to put everything together and look some things up.” Derek still looked way to pissed to be safe around so Stiles continued, “I don’t know why you’re freaking out. Not Like I called you a wolf or anything.” Stiles said hoping the lie seemed truthful enough so his heart beat wouldn’t skip, after all he didn’t say Derek was a wolf.

Finally after 47 seconds of Derek staring at him, and yes Stiles counted, Derek opened the side door and got out of his jeep. Stiles knew he didn’t have time to worry about his screw up, he needed to get to Scott’s house.

Stiles didn’t hesitate to use his copy of Scott’s house key to get into the house. He knocked on Scott’s door and knew from the sound of his voice that

Scott had already begun shifting.

Scott opened the door but not enough for Stiles to get inside his room.

“Let me in Scott I can help!”

“No..” Scott gasped, “Listen you gotta find Allison.”

“She’s fine!” Stiles hurried to say, “I went to the party and found her, I told her I’ve been texting you that you were supposed to be helping my dad out
and he was pissed you were late which was why you had to rush out of there.”

When Scott didn’t respond Stiles continued, “Scott she said to tell you it’s fine, that she’ll take a rain date on your date.”

“No, I think I know who it is.” Scott said.

“Scott just let me in-”

“It’s Derek!” Scott cried out, “Derek Hale’s the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me, he’s the one that killed the girl in the woods!”

“Scott…” Stiles began, in the most calming voice he could muster, “I just gave Derek a ride to the preserve on my way here. He didn’t try to kill me or anything.”

“What?!” Scott yelled, his eyes glowing, “Are you mad?! He’s a killer Stiles!”

“You don’t know that!”

Suddenly the door slammed shut and Stiles remembered how the last time Scott did this he tried to find Derek, thinking he’d hurt Allison, but Scott had no reason to try to go after Derek now. Derek never gave Allison that ride home from the party…

“Oh damn it.” Stiles muttered, turning and running out to his jeep just in time to hear Scott roar and see his friend take off running. Stiles knew for a fact that Allison was okay so he didn’t stop by her house again, instead he drove straight towards the preserve. It was only when he was in the jeep that he realized his jersey was missing from the backseat. Groaning as he remembered how Scott said Derek baited him with Allison’s jacket, Stiles suddenly realized who stole his jersey and where it was.

Stiles took off running into the preserve, he knew it wasn’t just Scott and Derek in the woods tonight, but hunters with Chris Argent leading them.

“Take him.”

Stiles entered the clearing just in time to hear Argent say that and looking around wildly he saw Scott pinned to a tree with a arrow in his forearm and Derek hiding off to the side, crouched down low. It took Stiles a minute to realize Derek was staring at him with wide eyes.

Stiles couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to startle Derek now, it was like scaring a small puppy. Seeing the two hunter’s behind Argent aim their weapons, Stiles grabbed the large stones he picked up on the way here and lobbed one at each of the hunter’s head, hopefully just knocking them out.
Turning his head, Stiles watched as Derek broke Scott free and the both of them took off running with Derek looking back once and gesturing for Stiles to go.

Stiles did leave but only to sleep inside his jeep parked right outside the preserve. In the morning he drove down the rode until he found Scott walking just up ahead. The moment he got Scott in the car, Stiles turned and smacked his friend on the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“Idiot!” Stiles said, “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking that a killer might come after you next!”

Stiles glanced at Scott while trying to keep his eyes on the road, “So you took of after a supposed killer on your own?!” Stiles just couldn’t understand what had gotten into Scott and shook his head. They were silent for a few minutes before Stiles punched Scott in the shoulder and told him how he was there for him.

Just like he always was.

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School the next day was somewhat hectic as Allison joined them on their walk into school for first period and Stiles couldn’t help but feel like the third wheel all over again. It was even worse at the end of the day when Allison kissed Scott’s cheek goodbye and Stiles saw the moment Scott recognized who Allison’s father was.

Later on as Stiles was walking in the boys locker room before practice, he stopped and walked towards Scott when he saw the look on his friends face.

“Everything alright?” Stiles asked, eyeing Scott’s crestfallen look.

“...Yeah.” Scott replied, still staring off into space.

“Alright,” Stiles nodded and smiled, “So everything’s good!”

Before Stiles could walk off Scott spoke, “...No.”

Leaning back around the corner of the grid that the Lacrosse stuff went on Stiles asked, “No?”

“Remember...the hunter’s?” Scott said softly, “Her dad is one of them…”

Stiles stayed silent.

“...Her dad...shot me...with a crossbow…”

“Scott…”

“Her father Stiles!” Scott yelled, finally turning to look at his friend, thus revealing how panicked he was. “Oh my god...OhmygodStiles!”

Stiles quickly moved in front of Scott and tapped his cheek, “Hey. Hey snap out of it, he didn’t recognize you right?”

“N-no. Nonono.” Scott said and that was all Stiles needed to hear.

“And you like Allison right?”

“Yeah...Yeah I do…” Scott said like a love struck puppy.

Stiles grinned, “Then there you go!” He quickly grabbed Scott’s Lacrosse gear and handed to him, “Don’t worry about it. Just focus on Lacrosse
right now. Alright? Let’s go!”

Practice was the same as it always was, with Jackson hogging the spotlight, but then as coach called out that Scott was going to do the play by play again, Stiles realized Scott’s eyes were glowing as they happened to catch eyes.

Then Scott knocked Jackson to the ground and Stiles couldn’t remember if he had dislocated Jackson’s shoulder or not.

Stiles got out of line and ran towards Scott just as he fell to his knees.

“I can’t control it Stiles. It’s happening!” Scott growled still kneeling on the ground.

“Wha-” Stiles looked around to make sure no one was watching, “Scott it’s going to be okay.” Stiles pulled Scott to his feet and lead him off the
field. He turned his head and saw Derek watching them from by the bleachers so Stiles raised a brow at him and beckoned him to follow them,
much to Derek’s surprise.

Stiles walked them into the boys locker room and glanced behind him but didn’t see Derek following after them so he assumed Derek was waiting to show up.

“Scott you alright?” Stiles asked as Scott collapsed to his knees and Stiles winced in sympathy for his knees with all the abuse they were receiving.

Scott looked up and his yellow eyes locked onto Stiles’s as he roared, “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Stiles jerked back but Scott followed his movement, and as he tried to crawl away Scott just continued to case after him. Stiles ran throughout the locker room wondering where the fuck Derek was at and how to get Scott, who was on the fucking ceiling, to stop trying to hunt him down. Stiles ran towards the fire extinguisher and turned in on Scott just as he jumped down. Stiles waited outside the room until Scott called his name before he looked back into the room to see Scott looking at him confused.

“W-What happened?”

Sighing, Stiles re-entered the room and moved towards Scott. “You tried to kill me.” Stiles said not bothering to try and sugarcoat it, “Like I said before, its the anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.”

“But that’s Lacrosse,” Scott said tiredly, “It’s a pretty violent game in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Well,” Stiles took a deep breath in, “It’s going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone in the field...you can’t play saturday. You’re going to have to sit out of the game.”

“I’m on first line.” Scott said incredulously.

“Not anymore.” Stiles said, “Unless you learn to control this.”

It wasn’t until later that night that Stiles skyped Scott.

“What’d you find out?” Scott immediately asked.

“Well..” Stiles sighed, “It’s bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder.”

Scott’s eyes widened, “Because of me?”

“Because of nothing. It was a accident Scott.”

Shaking his head Scott asked, “Well, is he going to play?”

“They don’t know yet.” Stiles said despite knowing the truth. Then Stiles saw a shadow behind Scott and looking a bit closer he realized who it was, “Scott behind you!”

“Wha?” Jerking around Scott let out a startled yell that was quickly muffled by Derek’s hand over his mouth. Derek yanked Scott up by the back of
his hoodie and slammed him into the wall by his doorframe.

“I saw you on the field.” Derek began.

“W-What’re you talking about?!” Scott tried to say but Derek talked over him,

“You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me about all of us! Then it’s not just the hunter’s after us, it’s everyone.”

“T-They didn’t see anything, I-I swear!” Scott said, his heart pounding in his chest.

“And they won’t. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I’m gonna kill them myself.”

Somehow Scott knew that Derek meant Stiles and Allison. The moment the pressure on his back let up, Scott turned around to see he was all alone. Panting he walked back towards his computer and tried to talk to Stiles but the computer froze.

Later the next day, Scott and Stiles met up halfway through the day when Stiles came to Scott’s locker. It was on their way down the hall that Scott tells Stiles he heard his dad, the Sheriff, saying for all kids under the age of 18 to be in their homes by 9pm. Somehow just as the school say was ending, Stiles managed to spot Scott tearing down the road on his bike and he had a sickening feeling he knew where Scott was going.

“Shit.” Stiles ran past Jackson and Lydia, almost knocking into them as he rushed to his jeep. He headed straight towards the preserve and got there in time to see Derek rip the netting of Scott’s Lacrosse stick.

“Hey!” Stiles yelled causing both werewolves to look over at him in surprise.

Derek actually growled at him, but from years of putting up with Derek, Stiles could tell in was more a reflex and out of annoyance than anything else.

“Dude…” Stiles said lightly jogging towards them, “Stop disappearing out of nowhere! What’s the issue now?!”

“He was at the school!” Scott said, pointing an accusing finger at Derek, “I overheard your dad Stiles. He’s chasing a animal when he should be chasing this killer!”

Derek then growled loudly at Scott causing Scott to growl back.

“Okay you know what.” Stiles said, “Screw this. Scott get your things we’re leaving. Derek stop acting like a goddamn stalker.”

Eyes wide in a mixture of possibly shock and awe, Scott went about doing exactly what Stiles asked him to do. Derek on the other hand looked highly un-amused and mortified when he realized Stiles was completely serious. Before Derek could try and say anything to defend himself, Scott was already set to leave and Stiles had turned and started walking off with Scott following after him.

Stiles forgot that Scott had smelled the other half of Laura’s body by Derek’s house. He forgot and Scott fucking dug it up by himself, which Stiles wasn’t sure how he felt about that, and now here Stiles was standing outside Derek’s house early the next day as Scott stood off to the side watching Derek get escorted out of the burned house in handcuffs. Cursing up a storm in his head, Stiles waited until nobody, besides Scott who was watching him in horror, was looking to sneak into the passenger seat of the police cruiser Derek was in so he could talk to him. Stiles could see Scott shaking his head at him from the corner of his eye, Scott looked so panicked Stiles knew if he still needed his inhaler he would’ve just triggered a asthma attack.

Stiles twisted around in the passenger seat and looked at Derek who now that Stiles saw things from a different perspective looked lonely and sad.

“I’m not scared of you.” Stiles said, and knew from the look on Derek’s face he could tell it was the truth, “But I have a question, that girl...she was
a different kind of werewolf. She could shift into a actual werewolf, Scott can’t do that and I’m hazarding a guess you can’t either. You didn’t kill
her? Did you?”

Slowly, Derek raised his head and looked Stiles in the eyes, “Why do you care so much about me? It’s your friend you should be worried about.”

Stiles shook his head, “An innocent man should not be blamed for a crime he didn’t commit. Besides, don’t worry about Scott, I’ll do my best to keep everyone safe.” Stile promised solemnly.

Derek didn’t get to respond before Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the car and pulled a few feet away.

“What the hell are you doing? Stand up.”

Stiles looked up and faced his father who looked pissed. “Oh, uh hey dad…”

“Mind telling me how you boys came across this?” Sheriff Stilinski said quirking a brow and gestured at the clearing about them.

“We were looking for Scott’s inhaler.” Stiles said, “I forgot I was holding it and it fell out of my pocket here the other night.”

His dad looked like he wanted to say something, anything really but eventually waved Stiles off with a, “Go home son.”

Stiles sighed and looked back at the police cruiser to Derek who was watching him through the windows then over to Scott who was looking at him like he was insane.

Other than all of that, today was looking up to being a pretty normal day.

That was until the Lacrosse game later that night, Scott made it though perfectly fine but Stiles could see the way Chris Argent looked at Scott as he ran off the field, and he watched Allison chase after him. Stiles was kept from following after by hearing his dad on the phone, but then realizing he didn’t need to worry about his dad’s phone call nor Scott and Allison, Stiles stood and walked towards Chris Argent instead.

His not so dead friends father who looked like he was about to piss in someone's box of cheerios.

“Can I help you?” Argent raised a brow and looked Stiles over in disdain.

Now Stiles tried not to feel offended but rolled his eyes regardless, “Yeah nice to meet you too. Allison definitely doesn’t get her niceness from you does she?”

“You know my daughter?”

“Weeeell,” Stiles said, “She is dating my best friend and we have talked a few times.”

Argent leaned towards Stiles with a look of utmost importance, “Could you tell me about your friend?”

Frowning Stiles said, “You know you give off a really creepy vibe right?”

Startled Argent leaned back, “Excuse me?”

“The way you’re asking about Scott sorta comes off as predatory and I’m not sure how I feel about a older man going after my straight friend who is dating his daughter.” Stiles said jokingly, but apparently Argent didn’t realize that and suddenly looked horrified.

“No! Oh god no, I didn’t mean it like that!” Argent quickly said, “I merely meant it as a father worried about his daughter. That’s it.”

Humming, Stiles purposely hesitated before answering, “Sure. Scott’s a great person though, he’s sort of naive and innocent in regards to the world but he’s definitely loyal and willing to help anyone to everyone.”

“Is that so…” Argent muttered.

Noticing that Argent’s attention was no longer on him, Stiles slowly backed away and headed towards his dad, but not before snatching up Scott’s glove he left on the field.

His dad did not look please when Stiles made his way over to him. Without prompting his dad told Stiles what was on his mind, “DNA on both halves of the body proved to be animal hairs. Since there’s no physical evidence…”

“Derek’s being let out.” Stiles said in relief, which his dad immediately picked up on causing Stiles to backup and point at someplace over his shoulder, “I should probably...go find...Scott?”

Turning, Stiles jogged off and quickly went to the boys locker room where he met up with Scott who was overjoyed at his self control and told Stiles so before leaving to meet up with Lydia, Jackson and Allison.

Chuckling to himself at Scott’s enthusiasm, Stiles made his way out to his jeep and headed home.

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Nightmares were something Stiles was used to, ever since the whole Scott being bitten the first time around he started having them frequently. Last time they were so frequent was after his mom died.

So when he walked into school the next day with Scott by his side, telling him about a nightmare he had where he killed Allison, Stiles knew he needed to get Scott’s mind off of it but first there was something he needed to tell Scott.

“It was just a dream,” Stiles began and smiled when Scott looked at him, “You would never in a million years kill the girl you love.”

Scott’s eyes widened, “Love?”

Stiles shrugged, “Who knows, maybe. Give it time.”

“Since when did you become all wisdom-y?”

Stiles snorted, “I’ve always been wisdom-y. Just showing more of it lately.”

“Okay dude…” Scott smiled briefly, “It just felt so real though…”

It wasn’t until Scott had already walked out the school doors that Stiles remembered what was out there. Rushing Stiles stepped out next to Scott who was frozen in horror staring at the bus in the school parking lot that had it’s back door ripped off its hinges and blood smears.

“Unless it really happened…” Scott whispered, horrified.

“Scott no.” Stiles hurried to say, “No, nothing happened. Allison is fine Scott.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!” Stiles yelled, “Listen just go wait by the entrance, she’ll be here Scott.”

Calming down as Stiles rubbed soothing circles on his back, which embarrassed Scott to no end but he was thankful nonetheless, once calm he walked inside to do exactly as Stiles suggested.

Thankfully, Stiles memory didn’t fail him and later in class Scott told him how he had bumped into Allison and that she was alright. Then looking out the classroom windows at the man on the stretcher, who for a moment everyone thought was dead, Scott felt his good mood slowly evaporate.

The moment class was dismissed, Scott sped out of the room with Stiles right behind him.

“Stiles...I did that” Scott whispered with his voice breaking halfway through.

“No you didn’t Scott.” Stiles said right away.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Dreams aren’t memories.” Stiles said without much thought, they were outside the lunchroom this time, instead of already at their table, then he froze. “Dream’s aren’t memories?” Stiles repeated to himself causing Scott to look at him oddly.

“Stiles?”

“Dreams aren’t memories.” Stiles said a third time, causing Scott to start to worry.

“Stiles, you already said that. Stiles?”

Stiles’s heart rate sped up enough for Scott to notice as well as his breathing before Stiles’s back hit the wall and he slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Stiles! What’s wrong? Stiles!”

“What the hell’s wrong with him?” Scott looked up and saw both Jackson and Lydia standing a few feet away staring at them oddly. Feeling an odd surge of protectiveness, Scott fought the urge to growl at the two of them, just barely.

“Go away.” Scott said his attention already back on his friend.

“Does he have asthma?” Lydia asked fearfully. "He needs an inhaler?”

“Inhaler?” Scott’s head snapped up, “You think that would work?”

Not sure, Lydia simply nodded.

Scott jumped to his feet, “I have one in my locker. Stiles I’ll be right back I promise.”

Scott took off running down the halls before any of them could say anything.

“Lydia he’s holding his breath.” Jackson said, and before Lydia could fully process what he actually said Jackson was already kneeling next to Stiles.

“Stiles, knock it the hell off you need to breathe. "Jackson snapped his fingers in front of Stiles, trying to get a reaction but Stiles simply huddled further in on himself.

“Jackson what should we do?” Lydia asked before answering herself, “He needs a teacher. Or the school nurse. Stay with him.” Lydia walked briskly off in the direction of the nurses office, as quickly as she could in heels.

“Damn it Stilinski.” Jackson muttered, “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Jackson reached out and forced Stiles’ head up so he could look him in the eyes. The look on Stiles’s face was the exact same look as before, only this time there was tears running down his cheeks and Stiles didn’t even seem to be able to focus on Jackson which scared Jackson though he would never admit it.

Acting on instinct, Jackson raised his hand and smacked Stiles across the face.

Stiles took in a shuddering breath and slowly reached a trembling hand up towards his stinging cheek, “...That hurt…”

“It was just a slap.” Jackson rolled his eyes, fighting the ridiculous urge to apologize.

Stiles took a deep breath in and held it before letting it back out, once he did that he opened his eyes and looked at Jackson with a blank look on his face, “Thank you.”

After that he seemed Scott, Lydia and the school nurse all arrived at the same time, pushing Jackson away from Stiles the nurse quickly asked Stiles how he was doing.

“I’m fine, really. Just...get panic attacks sometimes.” Stiles answered hesitantly.

The nurse looked shocked, “Panic attacks? There was no note of that in your file, does your father know this? Or a doctor?”

“....no.” Stiles looked down at his hands so he wouldn’t have to look at any of the others, especially not Scott.

“Right,” The nurse cleared her throat, “Why don’t you three head in to lunch while Mr. Stilinski and I head back to the Nurse office.”

Scott wasn’t given that chance to protest because Jackson wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pushed him into the lunchroom with Lydia following them in. Stiles silently allowed the school nurse to lead him to the Nurse’s Office and wait there as she called his dad to come pick him up.

It took almost an hour for Stiles’s dad to arrive and when he did he immediately demanded to know what was going on.

When Stiles offered no reasonable explanation as to why he was called out of work, the Sheriff turned towards the Nurse who quickly said,

“Your son experienced a panic attack just a little over an hour ago, Sheriff.”

“What?” The Sheriff jerked back. He looked personally offended by what the Nurse said but casting one glance towards his son stopped any argument he wanted to give. To deny his son had panic attacks when if he was being honest he didn’t know if he did or not.

Instead the Sheriff nodded at the Nurse and never once taking his eyes off his son, he lead them out to his car. Sheriff Stilinski was definitely worried when Stiles didn’t even try protesting at leaving Rosco at the school. The car ride home was silent, Sheriff Stilinski didn’t know what to say and Stiles wasn’t offering any information. Finally as they arrived at the house and Sheriff Stilinski unlocked the front door, he called out to his son,

“Stiles?”

Stiles froze in the middle of the doorway, and it broke Sheriff Stilinski’s heart to see how Stiles curled in on himself.

“Dad…” Stiles voice came out as a soft whisper, “Just...not now. Okay?”

Staring at his son, Sheriff Stilinski answered back just as softly, “...Okay son...get some rest.”

Stiles didn’t respond and just headed to his bedroom.

Later on that night, despite his dad telling him to rest and Scott saying he could handle it alone, Stiles still drove the both of them to the school and parked just outside the gates.

“Whoa,” Scott said when Stiles got out of the car and marched up to the fence, “W-What are you doing?”

“Sticking to the plan?”

Scott immediately shook his head, “No! It’s just supposed to me, someone needs to keep watch.”

“This isn’t Batman and Robin, Scott.” Stiles said sarcastically.

Scott looked lost, “Nobodies Batman and Robin an of the time!” When Stiles opened his mouth to protest, Scott said sternly, “Just. Stay. Here.”

“Oh my Gooood.” Stiles said annoyed as he turned and walked back towards the jeep. Stiles watched Scott carefully as he climbed over the fence
and moved towards the bus. The moment he saw movement that was definitely not Scott he started blaring his horn repeatedly until Scott came
running out of the bus, up onto the car and flipping up over the fence and got into the jeep, “Remember?” Stiles asked despite knowing that Scott did and would end up blaming Derek.

“Yeah...I was here, but that blood isn't mine. I saw glowing eyes but...it was Derek...why would he want me to remember him attacking someone?”
Stiles shrugged, “Who knows. Either it’s him or there’s another werewolf out there.”

Stiles watched as Scott’s brows furrowed in thought and mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done in shifting Scott’s focus off of
Derek Hale.

“Let’s...just head home…” Scott finally mumbled, which was something Stiles could all to easily agree with, Stiles was exhausted.

He knew Scott could tell and that was the only reason why Scott wasn’t grilling him on apparently having panic attacks and never telling anyone before.

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His dad wasn’t going to work.

Normally Stiles would be ecstatic to have his dad staying home and hanging out if Stiles didn’t have plans, but his dad despite being the Sheriff and needing to be there for others, stayed home to keep an eye on Stiles because he had a panic attack at school.

He was trying to keep Stiles from going to school today too. Only Stiles didn’t want to stay home, he slept for about three hours last night, constantly getting woken by memories twisting and warping themselves together to become both impossible and a dream of a nightmare.

He said dreams weren’t memories and he meant it, if a dream involved bits of a memory then that was fine and all but dreams were never exact replicas of memories.
Stiles waited for the inevitable moment where his dad needed to head to the station even though he’d taken off. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer as soon as he poured himself a bowl of cereal his dad’s phone rang and not even seconds later he was hanging up and telling Stiles he was sorry but he needed to get to the station.
Stiles eagerly watched him walk out to his car and drive down the street before he ran out to his jeep and speeded to school in order to make it to first period on time.
At the end of the day, during last period Scott wasted no time in telling him everything he heard from Allison’s father and another person who smelled similar, mainly that Derek wasn’t the alpha and he wasn’t the one who bit him. Stiles already knew all of this but was glad Scott finally knew so perhaps he’d stop hating Derek already.

“So I guess there really is another werewolf out there then huh?” Stiles said casually as he watched Scott for his reaction.

Scott bit his lip and shrugged, “I...I guess...I don’t know who bit me, that’s for sure.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher handing back their papers, Stiles had gotten an A but Scott got a D minus. Stiles was quick to offer to help Scott study but Scott didn’t seem interested in that, instead it seemed like he wanted to go hang out with Allison after school instead.

Stiles smirked but Scott couldn’t see it unless he had eyes in the back of his head, “That’s my boy!”

“We’re just studying.”

“Uh, No you’re not. Not if I’m forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god I’ll have you de-balled!” Stiles hissed, leaning towards Scott, “Dude. Take the chance, get to know her better instead of studying.”

“You mean like…?” Scott’s eyes widened.

“No!” Stiles said only partially meaning it, “Well, sure if you both consent but I meant actually hang out. Not a boring study session you idiot.”

“Okay just…” Scott sighed, “No more talk about….”

“Alpha’s? Hunters? Derek?” Stiles raised a brow, “Sure thing bro.”

Just as the both of them started paying attention to the lesson, Stiles completely froze as he remembered something very important about Derek.
Derek who was shot with a Wolfsbane bullet last time and had come to the high school looking for Scott.

Stiles stood up so suddenly that all the others in the class, including the teacher, turned to stare at him. “Uh, bathroom.” Stiles grinned sheepishly before turning and rushing out of the classroom. He needed to go find Derek before the idiot did anything stupid. Stiles took off running up and down the halls, looking for Derek.

“Where’s Stiles Stilinski?” Derek asked waltzing, unsteadily, up to Jackson’s locker.

It was just at the end of Derek’s question that Stiles found him down the hall at Jackson’s locker. He was confused since last time it was Scott that Derek had come to the school looking for, not him.

“Why should I tell you?” Jackson replied, eyeing Derek both warily and annoyed.

“Because I asked you politely,” Derek said matching Jackson’s annoyed tone, “and I only do that once.”

“Hmm.” Jackson nodded as though considering Derek’s response, “Okay tough guy. I’ll help you, if you tell me what you want with Stiles.”

Derek looked confused, and Stiles was willing to blame Derek not smelling him yet due to the bullet. Stiles watched Derek glance down at his arm, which Stiles could see blood dripping from, before he looked back at Jackson to say, “I’ll find him myself.” Before moving around Jackson.

“No.” Jackson quickly said, spinning and reaching out towards Derek’s shoulder, “We’re not done here.”

Derek didn’t hesitate to turn Jackson away from him and slam him into the lockers. Stiles’s eyes widened when he saw Derek’s claws were out….and partially stabbing into Jackson’s neck. Stiles pushed himself to race down the hall and yank Derek off of Jackson.

“That’s enough!” Stiles yelled pushing himself between the two of them, “Jackson head to the nurse. Derek, fucking come with me you idiot.” Stiles grabbed Derek’s non-injured arm and pulled him down the hall and around the corner before pushing him into the men’s bathroom; which was thankfully empty.

Derek looked a little nauseous but Stiles didn’t care. He’d rather nausea then Jackson getting killed because Derek was moody.

“You’re a idiot.” Stiles stated.

“You said that already.” Derek growled, shifting out of Stiles’ grip.

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Because it’s true. Now. How injured are you?”

Derek looked down at Stiles, surprised, “How’d you know I was hurt?”

“Scott was there, and overheard Argent and that lady talking about two wolves in the area. An Alpha and a non-Alpha. The girl mentioned hurting the one.” Stiles shrugged before continuing dryly, “I’m assuming you since you’re dripping blood on my sneakers.”

Derek’s eyes drifted down to Stiles shoes to see his blood did drip onto them before jerking his arm to the side, over the bathroom sink.

Stiles sighed, “Let’s get you cleaned up. We’ll do a quick bandage but we’ll need to treat it better later. Okay?”

Eyeing Stiles oddly, Derek nodded. Stiles slowly rolled the sleeve of Derek’s leather jacket up and winced in sympathy when he saw the bullet wound. Stiles couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as he realized this time he’d be able to avoid Derek fainting in front of his jeep when he tries leaving school.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Huh?” Stiles stopped wiping the blood off of Derek’s forearm with a wet towel and looked up at Derek, who looked paler than usual.

“You laughed.”

“Oh...uh..” Stiles blinked, “Funny thought. Thanks all.”

Derek didn’t look convinced but thankfully dropped the matter. Stiles jerked away from Derek when the last bell of the day rang and Derek covered his ears as his eyes glowed blue.

“Shit. Shit okay.” Stiles reached towards Derek but stopped when Derek growled at him, “Derek, knock it off okay? I need to get you out of here. We can go to my house alright?”

Thankfully his dad was working now and Scott would be at Allison’s for their study date.

“W-We need Scott.” Derek groaned.

“What? Why?” Stiles asked.

“You can’t carry me. We need him to find out what kind of b-bullet this is…” Derek trailed off as he suddenly pitched forward, forcing Stiles to catch him.

“Der-” Stiles grunted as Derek’s weight hit him, “Derek! Seriously?! You pass out and I’ll drop your ass.”

When Derek didn’t respond, Stiles muttered, “Fucking hell…” Stiles looked around the bathroom and cursed when he realized he left his bag with his cell phone in the classroom. Which hopefully Scott grabbed for him. Stiles slowly lowered Derek down to the bathroom floor and set about cleaning up any evidence of Derek bleeding out in the bathroom before he rushed to the bathroom door and slowly opened it.

He needed help.

Looking out from the bathroom at all the student’s getting ready to leave for the day, Stiles tried searching for someone who wouldn’t ask questions and was semi strong enough to help lift Derek to his jeep. Stiles froze as he saw a familiar figure wander around the corner, walking hunched over as though to make himself seem smaller.
It was none other than Isaac Lahey.

“Isaac!”

The boy looked so scared when Stiles called out to him that Stiles wanted to personally go to the Lahey household with his bat and hit Isaac’s father with it.
Isaac actually looked and around him and pointed at himself before realizing that Stiles was calling him, despite saying his name earlier.

Stiles nodded frantically, he didn’t have time for Isaac to second guess anything, Derek certainly didn’t have the time.

Slowly Isaac walked over towards Stiles and hesitantly entered the bathroom. Isaac froze however, when he saw Derek’s prone form on the bathroom floor, he then turned to Stiles clearly trying not to panic.

“Shh…” Stiles shushed, “Shh, Isaac it’s okay. Derek is a friend of mine. He was hurt and came to school to find me only he passed out and I can’t carry him alone. Would you help me? Please?”

“W-Why me?” Isaac asked avoiding Stiles’s eyes.

“I recognized you from the Lacrosse team, and I know you won’t just walk away.” Stiles smiled, “You’re too good of a person to do that.”

Isaac looked like he wasn’t to say Stiles was wrong or deny everything all together but thankfully he just nodded at Stiles and moved over towards Derek’s non-injured side.

“Where a-are we taking him?” Isaac asked quietly.

“To my jeep, I need to get him to my house.”

“Y-your house? Not a hospital?”

“No.” Stiles said firmly. He knew Isaac wouldn’t try to argue since Isaac knew the risks of going to a hospital and the needs of keeping injuries a secret.

“....Okay…”

Together they slowly and carefully maneuvered Derek out to Stiles’s jeep without causing anyone to look over in their direction. Getting him into the jeep was a bit harder but with Derek laying in the back and Isaac sitting up front with Stiles driving, they managed to leave fairly quick. Isaac was definitely nervous to be around him and Stiles felt sick to the stomach when he realized that, hopefully he’d be able to befriend Isaac quicker this time around and perhaps keep him safe from his asshole of a father.
The entire ride to the Stilinski household was tense and downright awkward. Stiles would’ve tried to loosen the tension but he had more...pressing matters to deal with. Isaac willingly enough helped Stiles carry Derek into his bedroom and set him down onto Stiles’ bed. Stiles was just grateful his dad wasn’t home to see a bloody stranger in his room.

“W-What now?” Isaac asked, looking from Derek to back at Stiles.

“Now…” Stiles bit his lip, “Strip him I guess? We definitely need clean clothes on him and the first aid kit, oh and something for him to eat or drink when he’s less out of
it…”

Isaac just stared at him and Stiles shrugged at the smaller teen. Silently, the both of them set to work with taking off Derek’s jacket and shirt without meaning to cause any pain. The moment Isaac saw Derek’s wounds with almost black veins crawling up his arms and how irritated it looked, Isaac made sure to step away from Derek.

“What is that?!” Isaac cried.

“Aconit napel bleu nordique aka nordic blue monkshood...” Stiles muttered causing Isaac’s eyes to fly towards him and the now barely conscious Derek to stare at him oddly, “It’s a rare form of Wolfsbane….right?” Stiles looked over at Derek who nodded warily.

“How...How do you know that…?” Derek questioned, seemingly losing all energy as he sagged back onto Stiles bed; only staying up thanks to Isaac moving closer and holding on to him.

Stiles didn’t respond, instead he reached out and gently took hold of Derek’s arm to get a good look at the gunshot wound. The Wolfsbane had traveled halfway up his arms but thankfully seemed to have slowed down since they arrived at his house. Then Derek suddenly lurched to the side and vomited blood all over Stiles’ bed and it dripped down onto the floor.

“Damn it…” Stiles groaned, “Alright. Alright, Isaac mind keeping him from falling in that?”

Stiles didn’t have one of Kate Argent’s bullet’s to truly heal the wound but he did know another way to sterilize it enough to clear it of any leftover Wolfsbane.
Burning it out of Derek’s system. Stiles quickly strides to his closet and searched through the top until he came across a shoebox he made a few nights ago. The shoebox contained bits of the Wolfsbane flower Derek used where he buried Laura (Stiles made sure to go get it the night Derek was arrested), and all notebooks or printouts of information Stiles had on the Supernatural. The shoebox also had an emergency first aid kit with extensive supplies and a lighter.

Stiles quickly grabbed everything he needed before reaching down and undoing Derek’s belt, which caused Isaac to panic.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Relax. He needs something to bite on.” Stiles folded up the belt and put it in Derek’s mouth before gesturing for Isaac to try and hold Derek down.
The first thing Stiles did was clean the wound and Derek’s entire arm, next he knelt as close to the bed as possible and held down Derek’s arm with one of his own while the other flicked on the lighter and slowly brought it down towards the wound.

The belt was definitely a good call as the moment the flames made contact with Derek’s skin Derek started screaming and flailing around.
Isaac looked sickened by the whole thing but didn’t try to leave.

Finally after almost fifth teen minutes Stiles shut the lighter and grabbed a aesthetic wipe to use on the wound, in place of the horrific gunshot wound, there was now a small red patch of puffed up skin that would definitely scar but was better than what was there before.

“W-Whoa….”

Stiles looked over at Isaac and both boys shared a grin before laughing slightly and feeling overall tired.

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They must’ve fallen asleep at some point because next thing Stiles knew was he was waking up having been asleep, hunched over uncomfortably, on his desk with Isaac passed out on his bed and Derek nowhere to be seen.

Confused, Stiles sat up and stretched, wincing as his back popped, before he walked over towards Isaac and knelt down next to him and called out to him.

“Isaac.” Stiles said, “Hey come on buddy, need you to wake up alright?” When Isaac showed no signs of waking anytime soon, Stiles decided there was nothing wrong with
letting Isaac spend the night, in the morning if Isaac was okay with it then Stiles could just lend him a pair of clothes and drive them both to school.

“Stiles?”
Stiles quickly stood up as he heard his dad calling him from the living room, he had no idea when his dad got home but hopefully he didn’t try entering Stiles’s room in the time Stiles had been asleep. Stiles looked at Derek’s bloody clothes and kicked them under his bed before snatching a piece of paper from his desk and writing Isaac a note which said,

‘Thnks 4 helping with Derek. I’m with my dad. Looked tired so I let you sleep. U can borrow clothes in the morning and I’ll drive us to school. C ya later. -Stiles.’
Stiles taped the note onto Isaac’s arm and grabbed his hoodie from the back of his door and threw it over Isaac before racing to the parlor where his dad was waiting.

Sheriff Stilinski looked Stiles over and said, “Do I even want to know?”

“Huh?” Looking down at himself Stiles saw that he wasn’t wearing the same clothes he’d gone to school in. Instead he was wearing the same pants but entirely different clothes, and Stiles realized Derek of all people must’ve changed him since he knew Derek did get blood on him. Of course looking at his sneakers he saw they still had blood on them but Stiles knew the reason for his dad looking at him oddly was that Derek had literally dressed him in all dark clothing which was NOT how Stiles usually dressed. “O-Oh, uh...change of pace?”

When that answer only seemed to concern his dad, Stiles laughed and said, “Don’t worry. It’s cause I haven’t done laundry recently.”

“Right…” Sheriff Stilinski said, not really believing it but knowing his son he wouldn’t be getting a clear answer, “So. I know neither of us feel like cooking tonight….”

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Fine. We can get fast food tonight but no more for this week.”

The Sheriff rolled his eyes in return and just silently walked out of the house. Stiles went to follow but instead ran to the kitchen and took out a bag of chips and a soda before placing them on the corner of the kitchen isle for Isaac. Hopefully when he got back home he could make Isaac a proper meal when his dad went to sleep.

Stiles jogged out to the police cruiser and climbed in the front seat while his dad looked at him questionably.

Stiles smiled and said, “Had to grab my cell. Sorry.”

Sheriff Stilinski shook his head and pulled out of the driveway.

When they received their food from the drive-thru, Stiles made sure that he grabbed the bags from the fast-food worker instead of his dad and Sheriff Stilinski drove the police cruiser off to the back of the parking lot where he parked and they both began eating.

“Mm.” Sheriff Stilinski chewed his burger and looked around him, “Did they forget my curly fries?”

“You’re not supposed to eat fries. Especially the curly ones.” Stiles said glancing briefly at his dad before continuing his search for said curly fries.

“Well, I’m carrying a lethal weapon,” Sheriff Stilinski said with his mouth full, “If I want the curly fries. I will have the curly fries.”

Stiles looked over at his dad, the first time they had this conversation it was ridiculous the second time around it was even stupider, “If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences will make your argument anymore legitimate you are wrong.”

Sheriff Stilinski chuckled and looked over at his son fondly. Before either of them could say anything the radio crackled to life.

“Unit One over. Do you Copy.”

Stiles sat back and watched as his dad reached for the walkie, he was confused when his dad shot him a look but didn’t question it was Sheriff Stilinski responded.

“Unit One. Copy.”

Stiles shoved a handful of his dad’s curly fries into his mouth and tried not to grin at the betrayed look his dad shot him.

“Got a report of a possible 187.”

“A murder.” Stiles stated, the curly fries falling out of his mouth and causing his dad to look grossed out.

Sheriff Stilinski wasted no time in turning on his sirens and speeding off down the road. Stiles was mostly silent the entire way there, his dad didn’t say anything either as he was in ‘Sheriff-Mode’ not ‘Dad-Mode’. The moment they skidded to a stop outside the video store and Stiles watched his dad get out and rush towards the EMT’s where two very familiar people were at. Stiles opened the passenger door and got out just in time to hear his dad try and convince Jackson to let the EMT’s take him to the hospital and to hear Jackson snap at his dad, calling him pathetic and demanding to go home.

Stiles speed walked right up to Jackson and slapped him on the back of the head causing his dad to yell,

“Stiles!”

Jackson’s head turned to glare at him but Stiles ignored him in favor of forcing a polite smile on his face as he spoke coldly,

“Oh. I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

“Yes you idiot!” Jackson yelled looking for all the world like he wanted to hit Stiles back.

“If it hurt…” Stiles began still in that same cold tone causing his dad, Jackson and Lydia who was eavesdropping to stare at him, “Get your ass in the fucking ambulance and go to the hospital.”

They all continued to stare at him in shock causing Stiles to roll his eyes, which he had a feeling he’d be doing a lot in the future, before he pushed Jackson in the chest repeatedly until he was standing directing in front of the ambulance. It was at that moment the stretcher carrying the employee’s body came out and the corpse’s arm slid out from under the covers. Both Jackson and Lydia looked like they were going to be sick so Stiles gestured for the EMT’s to use the opportunity to guide Jackson into the ambulance as well. He went semi-willingly onto the stretcher, since Lydia wasn’t truly hurt, just in shock, she was moved to sit on the side in the ambulance while Jackson laid down. As the ambulance doors shut and pulled away, Stiles felt eyes burning into the back of his head, he turned but didn’t see anyone so he happened to glance up and see both Scott and Derek walking away.

Stiles really wished he had tried following them but his dad made one of the other officer’s drive him back home and Stiles was somewhat disappointed to see that Isaac was gone. He felt somewhat better when he noticed the chips and soda were gone and there was a small post-it note on his laptop screen saying, ‘thanks,’ with a hastily drawn smiley face on it.

Chuckling, Stiles fell back onto his bed and was asleep within minutes. It was just before he fell asleep he realized he was forgetting something, he just wasn’t sure what it was. The answer came to him late the next day after he’d gone to Lydia’s house to check on her and erased that message of the so called “Mountain Lion”, then had returned to school instead of heading home like last time.

He forgot about the actual mountain lion showing up at the school after the parent-teacher conference which Stiles actually bothered to attend this time. Only instead of going to each of his teacher’s with his dad, Stiles walked around wandering the halls until he made it to Jackson’s locker. Stiles pulled out a pre-written note which said,

‘Sorry for hitting you. Don’t be a douche. Feel better. -Stiles.’

He knew that him and Jackson never felt friendly towards each other but for some reason Stiles had the strongest urge to change that.
There was another locker Stiles needed to go too, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember which locker belonged to Isaac. In the end Stiles decided he’d have to wait with giving Isaac his phone number until a later date.

When all the parents and student’s, even the teacher’s began leaving the classrooms and headed out to the parking lot Stiles knew it was time for him to go find his dad so they could head home. He remembers hearing about what was going to happen tonight and despite how long ago it was for him it still worried him to hear his dad was hit by a car, so Stiles was intent on keeping that from happening tonight even if his dad only got a bruise from it.

It figures when he had a goal in mind the moment he set foot outside everyone started screaming and running for their cars. Stiles frantically looked around, he knew his dad would try and find the source of everyone’s panic so Stiles looked for it first.

His gaze drifted over students, teachers and parents alike. He saw Allison, Scott and their parents but Stiles didn’t stop to go to them. He saw Isaac and who must’ve been his father hurrying towards their car, Stiles felt uncontrollably angry to see the man and mentally apologized as he continued his search for his dad. Finally Stiles caught sight of paws underneath a truck and moving closer towards the school. Stiles rushed towards the general area and felt relief when he saw his dad and Coach Finstock trying to calm a group of students while getting them safely to their cars. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Scott push Allison out of the way of a upcoming car and how Chris Argent seemed to be searching the parking lot as he pulled out a gun.

Stiles couldn’t believe the man honestly pulled out a gun in a crowded environment. Stiles saw Argent look over where he was before seemingly doing a double take and rushing towards him.

Stiles honestly thought that Argent was about to attack him until he heard a low growling coming from just behind him. Stiles slowly turned around and felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw there was a mountain lion crouched down low not even three feet away.

“Oh fuck…” Stiles breathed.

Then he could suddenly hear three people all screaming his name. He knew who it was right away; Allison, Scott and his dad.

The mountain lion leapt towards him the same moment two gunshots echoed throughout the parking lot.

For a second everything went quiet, then the mountain lion collided with Stiles and he felt himself fall down under the weight of the animal. Then all he could hear was yelling and suddenly feel hands grabbing at him and someone lifting the heavy weight of the mountain lion off of him.

“Stiles? Son open your eyes.”

Groaning Stiles did as his dad asked and was startled to see Melissa and his dad hovering over him with Scott, Allison and the Argents off to the side watching him.

“Ev’thin’...o’ay?” Stiles slurred, pretty sure he hit his head on the way down.

“We’re all okay Stiles.” Sheriff Stilinski said patting Stiles on the shoulder, “Just don’t move son.”

“Why?”

Melissa looked worried, “Stiles, you’re in shock but the mountain lion managed to scratch you before Mr. Argent managed to shoot it.”

“Oh…” Stiles blinked, his lids drooping slightly, “Th’nks Mr. Argent…” Stiles mumbled.

Stiles could see Chris Argent staring at him oddly but didn’t comment on it as a ambulance sounded like it came skidding into the parking lot nearby. Stiles couldn’t help but wonder how he felt pain in a dream or some sort of fucked up version of his memories. He really wished the others would hurry up and get him out of this world.
Whatever this world was.

Chapter Text

Getting scratched by a mountain lion was nothing like getting scratched by the old lady’s cat at the grocery store after he stepped on its tail. This scratch hurt a hell of a lot more and tore open his torso enough for him to get stitches and not be allowed out of the hospital for two more days at least. Stiles was definitely unhappy with those doctors orders but one stern look from not only his dad but Scott, Mrs. McCall and even the Argent’s convinced Stiles to listen and stay at the hospital. Out of all people Stiles expected to come visit him in the hospital, Derek Hale and Jackson Whittemore were the last two he thought he’d wake up to see together in his hospital room. After he arrived at the hospital late last night his dad stayed with him well after visiting hours ended and so did Scott, but at the end of Melissa’s shift they were all forced to leave so that Stiles could rest. Stiles would be resting at the moment but he could hear voices that sounded suspiciously like Derek and Jackson arguing which managed to wake him up.

Groaning Stiles blearily opened his eyes and muttered, “Shut...up. M’tired.”

Surprisingly enough both listened to him and Jackson moved towards him while Derek stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest and glaring at Stiles. When neither of them tried speaking or even moved from their spots Stiles sighed loudly and started pushing himself up so he could speak to the two of them properly. Only he barely managed to push himself a centimeter off of the hospital bed before falling back down as pain swept over his torso.

Stiles hissed as Derek and Jackson both pushed down on his shoulders and forcibly held him down.

“You idiot!” Derek snapped, “What the hell are you thinking?! You’re hurt!”

Jackson snorted, “This idiot’s never thinking. That’s why.”

“Why’re you guys here?” Stiles asked confusing the others. Realizing this he quickly added with a touch of sarcasm, “You two hate me, so why on earth are you in my hospital room unless it’s to possibly maim me?”

Derek rolled his eyes and looked away, “I have to get going. Don’t do anything else stupid.”

Stiles lifted his head to look at Derek, “Where are you going? Derek? Hey come on man! I’ll talking to you! Derek!”

Once Derek left the room, Jackson flopped down into the lone uncomfortable chair off to the side of Stiles’ hospital bed. Stiles turned to look at him but instead of explaining why he was still there, Jackson just stared back at Stiles and smirked causing Stiles to grimace and drop his head down.

“I am way too exhausted to deal with you and your freaking smirkiness.”

“Smirkiness?”

“Shut up.”

Stiles laid there for a few minutes, quiet and still enough that Jackson had thought he’d fallen asleep, but then he opened his eyes and said,
“I need you to do me a favor.”

Jackson scoffed, “Why the hell would I do you a favor Stilinski?”

“....Please?” Stiles pouted seemingly without realizing it but Jackson certainly did.

“Are you pouting? Knock it off it’s not going to make me cave.” Jackson stared at Stiles, “You’re not a puppy! Even if you were, I don’t like puppies.”

“....”

“Fine! What?! What do you want?!” Jackson yelled leaping to his feet and scowling when Stiles smiled triumphantly.

“I had a plan to help Scott...with h-his aggression.” Stiles began, “There’s a heart monitor in my bag...mind taking it to him and passing along a message?”

“McCall’s got anger issues?” Jackson laughed, “Are you fucking with me?”

“Damn it Jackson, I’m being serious here! Just tell Scott to keep his heart rate down and to concentrate on whatever calmed him down the first time.”

“Fine. Just shut the hell up already and go to sleep!” Jackson snapped, quickly spinning on his heel and snatching Stiles' bag before leaving the hospital room.

Stiles couldn’t help but snort at how much Jackson just acted like a little kid being forced to do what their parent told them to do. At some point Stiles must’ve given in to the urge to pass out and had fallen asleep because next thing he was aware of was blinking his eyes open and seeing how the light from outside had vanished. He must’ve been asleep for a couple of hours at least.

He didn’t know what to think.

Memories of what happened hit him all at once and he wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think. He was hurt, he was in pain from being attacked...only in dreams you weren’t supposed to feel pain. Stiles didn’t know what the hell was going on.

For the first time since he realized he was...wherever he was, Stiles took a deep breath in and looked at his hands as he counted his fingers.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10…..

Stiles breathed out.

This wasn’t a dream. Only Stiles didn’t know what else it could’ve been. There was no way he was trapped in his memories, there was to many things that were different then how he remembered. Plus Stiles wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to believe that this was reality. Stiles shook his head, he had more important things to worry about at the moment such as; checking himself out of the hospital before he'd have to worry about Melissa coming in to start her shift and check on him was even more tiring than Stiles expected it would be but he didn’t have time to rest. Scott brought him a change of clothes last night and he needed to hurry.

Thankfully he had a moment of piece, no one was visiting him now due to school, work and whatever the hell Derek was up too.
Stiles pushed himself to his feet, the morphine helped dim the pain but that was wearing off and he still needed to get dressed. He cried out as the movement to standing put pressure on the wounds, but hurryingly bit his lip to keep quiet. He shuffled his way over to the bathroom and pulled the door firmly shut behind him.

Turning to look in the bathroom mirror, Stiles dropped the hospital gown and stared at the large swab of gauze taped to his torso, favoring the left side most. Shaking, Stiles slowly moved his hand towards the edge of the tape and peeled it all back, just enough for him to see the wound.
Four deep scratches from the claw had torn deep enough into his skin, starting near his left side and curving down towards his stomach, to leave a scar. Thankfully someone did a excellent job in stitching him up, the scratches were dark pink and puffed out but otherwise not to bad.
Now all he had to do was get changed, sneak out of the hospital, head home and either pass out for the next year or try to figure out just what
the hell was going on with him.

Once he somehow managed to get himself dressed without reopening his wound, Stiles forced himself to move quickly out of his hospital room and down the hall towards the elevators as quickly as he could without attracting anyone’s attention to him. He assumed no one saw him, what Stiles didn’t notice was Chris Argent, who’d been on his way to check up on Stiles due to Allison’s insistence, watching him sneak out of his hospital room and then followed Stiles all the way outside.

Stiles managed to walk to the closest bus stop and got off at the closest stop to his house before walking the rest of the way. Only instead of heading inside his house, Stiles stopped just outside the property and spun around quickly enough to spot Chris Argent’s car parked near the end of the street.

He couldn’t see anything but Argents silhouette but Stiles always knew when he was being followed, especially when they made it obvious enough.

Argent must’ve realized Stiles knew it was him because he drove down the street until he parked in front of Stiles’s house and got out to join Stiles on the sidewalk.

Stiles smirked and immediately said, “I thought you were being a creep towards Scotty? If you try anything I swear I’m calling the cops.”

“Damn it I’m not a creeper!” Argent snapped defensively, “Allison wanted me to check on you and I saw you were leaving the hospital.”

“So you followed me.” Stiles said deadpan.

“You’re not old enough to sign yourself out so I know you snuck out.”

Stiles snorted and turned towards his house to hide the look of pain he knew was on his face now that the morphine wore off entirely, “I just wanted to get home.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to! Any other stupid questions I need to give you answers too?” Stiles asked sarcastically.

Argent chuckled as he looked at Stiles and raised a brow, “I’m staying until your father gets home.”

“Why?!”

“Why would I wait here with an underage, injured teenager that snuck out of a hospital until his father gets home?”

Stiles could tell from the look on Argents face how much of a idiot he thought Stiles was in that moment and for once Stiles had to agree with him. Rolling his eyes, Stiles unlocked the front door and stormed into his house with Argent following him in.

Stiles ignored him for the most part, when he set about making spaghetti he did make sure to have enough for him and Argent much to Argent’s amusement. Stiles walked out of the kitchen to let Argent know the spaghetti was done just as Argent got off the phone. Without looking up from his phone Argent told Stiles that he’d just gotten off the phone with the hospital, letting them know where he was so they could tell the Sheriff he didn’t run off or get kidnapped. Blushing in embarrassment because he didn’t even think about any of that, Stiles scoffed and simply told Argent to sit at the table and he’d bring the food out.

Stiles was able to ignore the pain from his wound for the most part until he tried lifting a full pot of spaghetti. The pain it caused was sudden enough for it to cause Stiles to yelp and the pot to slam on the counter as he dropped it. Argent was on his feet and in the kitchen with his gun out in a matter of seconds. When he saw Stiles hunched over, cradling his torso, he hurried towards him and forced him to let Argent lower him to the ground.

“You aren’t healed?”

Hearing how confused Argent sounded caused Stiles to glare at the man as he gritted out, “Last I checked...wounds don’t freaking heal overnight.”
Argent still looked shocked but managed to shake himself out of it as he stood and rushed towards the freezer in the kitchen and grabbed a pack of ice.

“Why the hell aren’t you in the hospital?!” Argent asked as he put the pack of ice on top of where the gauze was covering Stiles’s injury.

“Told you...I wanted to go home…” Stiles panted, curling in on himself.

Argent might’ve cursed but Stiles wasn’t to sure since he felt so out of it. He forced his eyes to stay open when he felt himself suddenly get lifted into the air. Stiles quickly said, “No...no hospital…”

Argent seemed aggravated, “Why?”

“...Don’t like’em…” Stiles slurred, “E-ever since...mom died…”

Argent didn’t respond, instead he silently carried Stiles to his room and Stiles wasn’t sure how to feel with Argent somehow knowing where his room was despite never being there. Argent laid him down on top of the covers and made sure the ice pack was still on Stiles before he left the room.

Stiles watched Argent leave and couldn’t help but remember that he was a father. Sometimes Stiles forgot that fact as he’d seen how brutal Argent can be. Stiles hoped Argent was putting away the spaghetti so it wouldn’t go bad.

Yawning slightly, Stiles looked up at the ceiling and let his mind wander as he waited for Argent to come back or for himself to pass out.
The one thing that’s been on his mind ever since he realized dreams weren’t memories….Time Travel.

Time travel wasn’t real. It couldn’t be, Stiles knew he’s dealt with a de-aged Derek Hale before but that was something different. There was no possible way he could’ve gone back in time with no clue as to how it happened or why.

The last thing he could remember was going to sleep in his bedroom before he had to make the drive back to Virginia and saw goodbye to everyone all over again. Then instead of waking up in his bedroom he was standing outside on his way to Scott’s house...the same night Scott was bit by Peter.

Was there some chance he really did go back in time? For no reason and without knowing how? Stiles wasn’t sure he wanted to accept that, he hated not knowing something especially when it could be this important.

It wasn’t until he finally allowed his body to crash that Stiles suddenly had a vivid memory of Jackson visiting him in the hospital. That memory helped Stiles realize how...pale and sickly Jackson had looked only by then Stiles had already fallen asleep.

Stiles woke up when Scott suddenly flung his bedroom door open, the resounding bang it made jolting him awake. Seeing Scott Stiles was worried about him being there at the same time as Argent but then Stiles noticed he couldn’t hear the man at all.

Confused, Stiles ignored Scott for the time being and slowly sat up in his bed. It was as he swung his legs over the side of his bed that Stiles saw a post it note on his dresser with a number written on it as well as Argent’s name underneath.

“Stiles!”

Stiles jumped as Scott yelled at him and stared at Scott with wide eyes.

“Are you listening to me?! We need to go!”

“Go?” Stiles blinked, “Go where?”

“Derek has my boss.” Scott said frantically, “He thinks he’s the Alpha!”

Stiles froze as he realized what Scott was talking about, this was when Derek thought Deaton was the Alpha that bit Scott, and none of them knew it was actually Peter. Stiles didn’t hesitate to pull his shoes on when Scott said they needed to get to the high school. They both rushed out to Stiles jeep and as he was getting into the driver's seat Stiles looked around but didn’t see Argent’s car anywhere figuring the man had just gone home, Stiles tore off down the road heading to the high school.

They had a Alpha to find.

Chapter Text

Pulling into the closest parking spot near Derek’s car, Stiles barely put the jeep into park before Scott jumped out. Stiles mentally noted to yell at Scott later for slamming the door of his jeep and getting the seat-belt caught while doing so.

“This is a terrible idea.” Stiles stated deadpan, getting out at a much slower pace.

“Yeah, I know.” Scott sighed, looking around them.

“But we’re still going to do it?” Stiles asked shooting Scott a look.

“Can you think of something better?!” Scott shot back, panting slightly.

“Yeah,” Stiles snorted causing Scott to roll his eyes, “I can. Just not at this very second.”

“...Just make sure we can get inside.” Scott said.

Stiles eyed the way Scott was moving, with his eyes darting around and realized how panicked his friend looked. Stiles breathed out and opened the jeep’s trunk so he could pull out a pair of bolt cutters and a flashlight.

“He’s here.” Scott whispered as Derek pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car. “Where’s my boss?” Scott asked when only Derek got out.

“He’s in the back.” Derek said before looking at Stiles, “Why’re you here? You’re injured.”

“Oh..” Stiles said ignoring Derek and looking into the back of the car at Deaton, “Well, he looks comfortable.”

Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles’ comment but remained silent until Scott started walking towards the school with Stiles following after him, “Wait. Hey. What’re you doing?”

Scott looked back at Derek, “You said I was linked with the Alpha.” Scott turned back towards the school and walked up to the front doors, “I’m gonna see if you’re right.”

Once Stiles managed to get the front doors opened, he carried the bolt cutters in with him and the both of them rushed towards the principal's office knowing they were on a time restraint.

“Okay one question,” Stiles said as he opened the door to the principal’s office and walked in, “What’re you going to do if the Alpha doesn’t show up?”

“...I don’t know.”

“And what’re you going to do if he does show up?”

“I don’t know.”

Stiles glanced up at Scott and muttered, “Good plan.” Before he set about turning on the schools announcement speakers and the mic. Stiles wished he brought wolfsbane, any of it, with him but they were so pressed for time that Stiles didn’t have the chance.

“Alright,” Scott took a deep breath in as he looked at Stiles, “You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?”

“Right.” Stiles said, “If you howl right now any werewolf listening will know where you are at and possibly bring them here.” Stiles placed the mic in front of Scott and turned the dial on, “Alright. All you, buddy.”

Scott cleared his throat before clicking the mic on and taking a deep breath before howling. The moment the shrill howl left Scott’s mouth Stiles dropped his head down and struggled not to start laughing.

“Was that okay?” Scott asked panting, “I mean that was a howl, right?”

“I...Y-yeah? Technically?” Stiles said shaking his head.

“Well, what did it sound like to you?” Scott asked trying to make a reluctant Stiles look him in the face.

“Like a cat being choked to death, Scott.” Stiles finally said as seriously as he could.

“What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?!” Scott cried taking a step back from the mic causing Stiles to walk around the desk towards him.

“Hey. Hey,” Stiles began, “Listen to me. You’re calling the Alpha. Alright? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf.”

“Werewolf…” Scott repeated, looking as though he was really taking Stiles’ words into consideration.

“Do it.”

“Okay…” Scott sighed, closing his eyes as he stepped back up to the mic.

Stiles stepped back from Scott and watched as he stood taller with confidence as he clicked the mic back on and took a deep breath in before letting loose. Stiles couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face as he heard the howl Scott let out. He may not have the red Alpha eyes just yet but Stiles knew Scott was the leader of the pack.

“I’m gonna kill both of you!” Derek snapped in lieu of greeting the moment Scott and Stiles walked out of the school, “What the hell was that?! What’re you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?”

“Sorry,” Scott said and everyone could hear how insincere it was, “I didn’t know it was going to be that loud.”

“We were calling the Alpha to prove it wasn’t Scott’s boss.” Stiles said stepping towards Derek in preparation.

“Shut up.” Derek immediately said.

“Don’t be such a SourWolf.” Stiles said causing Derek to make a face at him.

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asked urgently as he moved towards Derek’s car.

“What?” Derek’s head snapped around to look into his backseat before looking back at Scott and Stiles, “I didn’t do anything.”

Stiles happened to look pass Derek and felt his heart skip a beat in fear as he saw the Alpha running towards them, “Look out!”

Scott managed to stumble backwards but Derek didn’t have any time to move before the Alpha was right behind him, stabbing his claws into Derek’s back and lifting him off the ground.

“Derek!” Stiles yelled as blood began dripping from Derek’s mouth, Scott grabbed onto Stiles and pulled him towards the school. Stiles reluctantly let himself be pulled away, he knew Peter wouldn’t kill Derek but that didn’t make Stiles feel any better about leaving a injured Derek with insane Alpha, Peter Hale. They both ran inside and pulled the doors shut, after a second's hesitation Stiles took the bolt cutters from his arms and jammed them into the door locking them. Panting heavily, both of them slowly stood and looked outside through the tiny windows on the doors.

“Where is it?” Scott asked frantically, “Where’d it go?”

Stiles turned on the flashlight and shined it out the windows to help him see better but neither of them could see the Alpha anywhere. They both backed away from the doors and Scott turned towards Stiles as he asked him,

“That won’t hold….will it?”

“...Nope.” Stiles said looking back at Scott. Just then they could hear distant howling coming from inside the school causing them both to take off running, looking for a place to hide. The ran down the corridor and into a open classroom. Scott immediately got behind the desk, ready to push it to block the door but Stiles stopped him.

“Scott that won’t hold a alpha back.”

Scott started breathing heavier and Stiles could tell his friend was trying not to freak out, “What do we do?!”

Stiles gulped as he tried to calm himself down, “We could try for my jeep. Get Derek and get the hell out of here.” Stiles moved towards the windows to check outside and stopped Scott before he could even try opening the windows, “No. Stop they don’t open. The school’s climate-controlled.”

“Then we break it.” Scott suggested but Stiles shook his head.

“Don’t you think the Alpha would hear us?”

“Then...Then we run really fast…really fast.” Scott said looking around outside, “Stiles what’s wrong with the hood of your jeep?”

“Wha…” Stiles squinted as he looked outside, “Son of a bitch! What the he-” Stiles cut himself off as he physically pushed Scott under him as something came flying through the windows causing shattered glass to rain down on them. Stiles knew it was the battery pack from his jeep. Stiles couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as not only did that movement pull at his stitches but because he also felt the glass cutting into his skin.

“Stiles!” Scott gently pushed Stiles off of him and looked his friend over in concern, “Oh my god Stiles your injury...I-I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

Stiles looked up and saw the tears in Scott’s eyes and it upset him, “Scotty. I’m your best friend, of course I was going to come!”

“You’re bleeding!” Scott said reaching out towards a slice from the glass shards on Stiles’ forehead.

“Glass cuts Scott.” Stiles said, “Believe me, I’m fine. Okay? Now...he’s right outside.”

Looking back over at the battery pack Scott whispered, “Let me take a look.”

Stiles ignored Scott and went to stand up but was stopped by Scott, “Scott we have to move!”

“He could be right outside!”

“He is right outside!” Stiles hissed.

Breathing heavy Scott turned towards the windows, “Just let me take a look.” Slowly Scott peaked his head up over the window sill and looked outside.

“Anything?” Stiles asked and when Scott said no Stiles told him, “Move now.”

Scott nodded in agreement and very carefully the both of them walked out of the classroom, when Scott tried going to the right Stiles stopped him, “Nonono. This way. Somewhere without windows.”

“Every single room in this building has windows!” Scott whispered.

“Than the room with the least windows!” Stiles whispered back.

Scott looked around him in thought before suddenly saying, “The locker room Stiles. The locker room!”

Stiles nodded and despite knowing he’d definitely be feeling the pain later on, he still took off running with Scott towards the boy’s locker room.

“Call your dad.” Scott said as soon as they were inside the boys locker room.

“And tell him what?” Stiles asked not really focusing on the conversation.

“I don’t know. Anything!” Scott whispered, “A gas leak, a fire. Whatever! If that thing see’s the parking lot filled with cop cars, it’ll take off!”

Finally catching on to what they were talking about Stiles stopped looking around the locker room and looked at Scott, “Or if the Alpha see’s the parking lot filled with cop cars we could get everyone of them, including my dad, killed!”

“They have guns.” Scott tried to reason.

“Yeah and Derek had to be shot with a Wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow him down!” Stiles retorted.

Scott’s eyes widened, “Wait what? When did this happen?!”

Stiles cursed as he remembered this time around Scott wasn’t involved in that situation, instead Isaac was and they went to Stiles’ house instead of the animal clinic. “It was a little while ago. I found him in school with a bullet wound and you were out with Allison so I brought him to my house.”
“What?!” Scott growled, his eyes glowing yellow.

“Hey, come on. Calm down or you’ll end up calling the Alpha here.” Stiles said grabbing Scott by the shoulders.

Scott glared at him even after he calmed down, “If we survive this you’re telling me what happened.”

“Sure thing Scotty.”

“We...we have to find a way out and just run for it.” Scott suggested after a few minutes passed in silence.

“There’s nothing near the school for at least a mile.” Stiles said immediately shutting down that idea.

“What about Derek’s car?” Scott lit up, “We could use that to get out of here!”

“....That could work. We go outside, carry him to the car, get the keys and get the heck outta dodge.” Stiles said smiling slightly. Stiles walked towards the locker room door and was stopped from opening it by Scott grabbing his wrist, “What? What is it?”

“I think I heard something…” Scott whispered causing Stiles to suddenly remember what Scott was supposed to hear next.

“We need to hide.” Stiles hissed pulling Scott back away from the doors and towards the lockers.

“Hide where?” Scott looked around and quickly turned Stiles’ flashlight off when he realized it was pointing at the door.

Stiles didn’t answer, instead he pulled open one of the lockers and slid inside despite Scott telling him not too. With nowhere else to go, Scott turned and threw himself into a locker just as it sounded like someone entered the locker room.

Both of them stayed as quiet as possible as someone walked throughout the locker room, Scott’s eyes widened as someone walked right in front of where he was hiding before stepping back and looking directly in at Scott. The moment the man opened Scott’s locker he screamed and Stiles flung himself out of his own locker to cover the man’s mouth.

The man was the school’s nighttime janitor.

“Shh Shhh.” Stiles said only loud enough for the janitor to hear him, “My name is Stiles Stilinski, the Sheriff’s son okay? I hear my dad on the phone saying there was a anonymous tip that the wild animal was seen on school grounds. Scott and I were nearby so we came to warn you.”

When Stiles took his hand off the janitor’s mouth the man said, “D-Didn’t the animal get killed? You were scratched by it right?”

“There was more than one.” Stiles said calmly.

The janitor nodded, “Let’s get out of here then.” It was as all three of them were leaving the locker room that something snarled loudly and pulled the janitor back into the locker room making the man scream.

“No!” Scott yelled trying to get back into the room, only Stiles grabbed Scott by his jacket and forced him to keep moving. As they were running Scott took the lead and lead them towards the closest exit only when he tried pushing it open he found that the doors were blocked by a dumpster. “It’s a dumpster...He pushed it in front of the door….to block us in.”

At lost for what to do next, the both of them turned back the way they came and halfway through walking down the hallway Stiles was stopped by Scott holding a hand out in front of him. Seeing Scott look out the window, Stiles turned and looked as well only to wish he hadn’t when he saw Peter in full wolf form on the roof across from where they were at.

“Holy shit…” Stiles breathed his eyes going wide.

The Alpha then began crawling over towards their location as fast is it could before leaping in, shattering the glass, and landing in the hallway with them. Scott and Stiles took off running down the hall before turning down two flights of stairs until they made it downstairs into the school’s basement. As they did behind a set of rusty old lockers, Stiles remembered what had worked for them last time. Stiles tapped Scott to get his attention before leading the way towards the schools boiler room. Scott was obviously confused about what Stiles was doing but realized he had a plan and trusted him.

Stiles waited until the Alpha sounded like it was closer before he tried pulling his keys out of his pocket with as much noise as possible much to Scott’s horror. When Stiles saw the Alpha’s shadow coming around the corner he threw his jeep keys into the boiler room and tackled Scott back as the Alpha started snarling and came running straight towards them before jumping into the boiler room. Just as the Alpha ran into the boiler room, Stiles threw himself at the door slamming it shut.

“The desk Scott. Come on the desk!” Stiles gritted his teeth as he kept as much pressure on the door as possible. Stiles pushed himself up as Scott started moving the desk and Stiles helped move it in front of the door. Not even seconds later the Alpha pressed against the door but thankfully the desk kept it from opening.

“He can’t…” Scott gasped looking at Stiles in awe, “He can’t get out.”

“Alright,” Stiles smiled, “Lets get outta here.” Neither hesitated in taking off running back up the stairs, though Stiles was more out of breath than usual as he felt the pain from his stitches possibly being torn.

It was just as they walked down a corridor that Scott froze and turned towards Stiles with wide eyes, “...I...that’s Allison’s phone…”

Stiles let Scott borrow his cell phone with no hesitation and paid no attention as he talked to her until he finally hung up and told Stiles that they needed to meet up with her.

“Lead the way.” Stiles gestured as Scott did exactly that rushing towards the lobby.

“Why did you come? W-What are you doing here?” Scott asked the moment the met up with Allison.

“Because you asked me to.” Allison eyeing Scott oddly.

“I asked you too?” Scott repeated.

Allison didn’t say anything, instead she pulled up the text and showed it to Scott. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t send this message?”

“Because I didn’t.” Scott told her sensing how uneasy she was becoming before he asked, “Did you drive here?”

“Jackson did.” Allison said.

Scott said in disbelief, “Jackson’s here too?”

“And Lydia. What’s going on? Who sent this text?” If the situation wasn’t so dire than Stiles would’ve burst out laughing at the comical look on Scott’s face when he learned the others were at the high school.

Allison quickly answered her phone the moment it rang and questioned who was on the other line, “Where are you?” She was answered by the other pair of doors leading to the lobby flung open and Lydia strides towards them with Jackson following behind her.

The moment Jackson’s eyes landed on Stiles he yelled, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“Jackson!” Lydia hissed and Allison gave him a stern look but Jackson ignored both of them as he marched towards Stiles.

“Last I checked you idiot, you’re still injured and are supposed to be in the hospital!” The others seemed surprised by the route Jackson took the conversation but Stiles was expecting it.

“I’m fine! I was asleep at home all day too.” Stiles tried defending himself but it only succeeded in pissing Jackson off more.

Lydia sighed and said, “Boys enough. Can we go now?”

Allison nodded her agreement and both Scott and Jackson looked like they wanted to leave now but Stiles knew that they wouldn’t be able to leave, not yet at least. Just than Stiles heard a heavy thud over them and knew what was about to happen, with no hesitation Stiles pushed Allison and Lydia towards the stairs and yelled for Scott and Jackson to run. They all took off running and not even three seconds later the ceiling where they stood caved in.

As they ran with the Alpha actually barking at them as it leaped from the ground to the lockers and back to the ground trying to catch up to them, Stiles couldn’t help but marvel at how no one was screaming or even frozen in shock as most people would do when faced with traumatizing situations. Scott lead the way into one of the classrooms and once everyone was inside he quickly locked the doors began barricading them shut with Jackson’s help. Once everything saw said and done Stiles couldn’t help but point once glaringly obvious disadvantage out to them.

“Okay nice work, really beautiful job everyone.” Stiles said sarcastically, “Now, what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?” The look of disbelief and horror on the others faces told Stiles they didn’t even notice the walls.

“Can somebody please explain to me what is going on because I am freaking out here.” Allison said with a hint of hysteria as she turned towards Scott.

Scott looked at a loss for words and Stiles hurried to give a explanation without saying anything about werewolves knowing none of them, except maybe Jackson, would believe in at the moment, “There’s another wild animal. I heard my dad talking about it and Scott and I were nearby so we came to warn the school janitor but...we were too late.”

Lydia gasped, “You mean he’s….dead?”

Scott cleared his throat and said quietly, “Yeah...he is. Last we saw his body is by the locker room…”

Stiles tried paying attention to the conversation but the pain in his torso hit him all at once now that he stopped moving and the adrenaline started to fade. Stiles tried blinking away the sudden dizziness threatening to send him to his knees, but wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

Stiles looked at the others just in time to see Lydia and Jackson staring at him oddly while Scott and Allison were talking about something.

“Stiles?” Lydia said slowly, “Are you alright?”

Stiles blinked at her owlishly, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“...You’re bleeding…”

The others stared at Stiles when Lydia’s words registered in their minds and Stiles looked down at himself ignoring the others.

He’d torn his stitches. Swallowing with his throat feeling dry, Stiles looked back up to see Scott had moved directly in front of him and looked so concerned that Stiles felt the need to comfort him.

“Hey, come on Scotty drop the look. I’m fine. Just pulled at my stitches while we were running for our lives.” Stiles grinned.

Scott didn’t look convinced, nor did the others for that matter and Stiles couldn’t help but wonder when they all moved so close to him. Stiles opened his mouth to say something, anything really, but found that he couldn’t. He swayed slightly and probably would’ve fallen over if someone hadn’t grabbed him by the shoulders, steadying him.

“Stiles?”

“Dude snap out of it!”

“-iles now isn’t a good time to pass out!”

Stiles tried to fight it off, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop his mind from shutting down. Stiles was only aware of the others all sounding panicked all of a sudden and someone possibly picking him up, he hoped it wasn’t Jackson, before he lost consciousness altogether.

He could only hope the others could protect themselves from Peter without his help.

Chapter Text

He woke up in the hospital. Again. Only this time his dad was there sitting, asleep at least, in one of the most uncomfortable looking plastic chairs Stiles had ever seen. Stiles wanted to wake his dad and ask him what was going on, but he knew how stressed he’s been lately so Stiles didn’t want to take away what little sleep his dad managed to get.

“Stiles.”

Startled, Stiles’ entire body jerked and he turned partially on his side and hunched in on himself with his eyes clenched shut in an attempt to try and ease the pain it caused him. Immediately he felt hands on his shoulders trying to make him lay flat.

“Stiles! I’m sorry! You need to stop curling up though, you’re going to rip your IV out and pull on your stitches.”

Listening to the mysterious voice, Stiles did as they suggested and slowly uncurled his body and lowered himself onto his back until he felt comfortable enough to try and open his eyes. It look a bit longer then he would’ve liked due to the sleep crust pasting his eyelids shut, but eventually Stiles managed to open his eyes and saw both Allison and her dad standing in his room, he looked to the side and breathed out in relief when he saw his dad was still sleeping.

Stiles looked back over at the Argents and smiled at them feeling just a tad out of it, “....What’s up?”

Allison frowned at him, “You mean besides the fact that you’re in the hospital after having your stitches torn and us all being attacked by a animal last night?”

Stiles dropped his smile when he noticed how sad Allison seemed, “That’s not all that’s bothering you. What’s wrong?” The moment Stiles asked Chris Argent looked surprised and Allison just smiled sadly at him.

“Can we talk later? I actually need to get going...But I’m glad you’re doing okay, Stiles.”

Confused, Stiles nodded and watched as Chris Argent gestured for Allison to leave the room. Argent looked back over at Stiles and just stared at him causing Stiles to shift uncomfortably before smirking at the older man.

“Thought you said you weren’t a creep? Acting pretty creepy just staring at me.”

Argent look startled before glaring at Stiles, before he could say anything however, he was interrupted by another voice.

“Excuse me?”

Startled by the sudden voice Argent’s hand drifted towards his side where Stiles knew he had a gun hidden and Stiles turned his head to look at his dad who was glaring at Argent harshly. Then Stiles realized what his dad heard the same moment Argent realized it as well if the look he had on his face was any indication.

“What the hell did my son mean by you being a creep Argent?” Sheriff Stilinski asked coldly.

Stiles was the one to answer. “Dad relax, no need to go all terminator. I was just screwing around with Mr. Argent.” Stiles balked as his dad’s face got darker, “Uh...wrong wording. I was joking I mean. No screwing going on here and he is a bit stalkerish but pretty sure he’s not a creep. Well, he’s sorta creepy but not in the whole predatory sort of way, plus he’s married right? Allison’s mom? He loves her, a lot.”

Sheriff Stilinski held up a hand to stop Stiles’ rant, “Son just...just stop. Okay?” Sheriff Stilinski turned towards Chris Argent and waited for the man to speak.

“I’m not preying on anyone and yes I do love my wife dearly.” Argent said calmly though he did eye Stiles as though he were a ticking time bomb.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m sorry for my son’s theatrics.”

Stiles snorted, “Had to get it from somewhere daddy-o.”

The Sheriff’s eyes narrowed warningly and Stiles was aware enough to take the hint and stayed quiet as his dad walked out of his hospital room with Chris Argent, the both of them talking about what had happened at the school. Stiles would’ve tried listening in but he was tired and honestly already knew the gist of what had happened anyways. Stiles lasted fifth teen minutes laying down before he had a nurse come in and help him set his bed up so he could sit up without any effort.

A text from his dad let Stiles know that he wasn’t still out in the hall talking to Chris Argent but had actually gone back to the station due to an issue that he didn’t elaborate on. Sighing to himself, Stiles slowly relaxed into the hospital’s uncomfortable bed and closed his eyes.

A few hours later, long enough for school to have ended, Stiles was startled away by someone flinging themselves across his legs and hugging them.

Confused, Stiles pushed himself up onto his elbows and just stared at his best friend’s puppy eyes as he laid on Stiles’ legs.

Stiles snorted when Scott grinned widely at him and told him how glad he was that Stiles was doing okay now.

“So…” Stiles began, “You and Allison are taking a break?”

After Scott had barged into Stiles’ hospital room and spending close to an hour with Scott apologizing for putting him in danger and Stiles trying to convince him it wasn’t his fault, Scott finally told Stiles everything that happened after he passed out and ended with the situation between him and Allison...and how he panicked and told the police about it being another mountain lion having snuck into the school.

Scott nodded, looking down at his lap.

“...And you’re sure you didn’t break up?” Stiles asked. Stiles held his hands up peacefully when Scott’s head snapped up to stare at him horrified.

They spent a few minutes in relative silence before Scott spoke up, “So...Are you going to explain to me what you meant when you said Derek got shot and you helped him?”

Stiles sighed loudly, “Exactly as it sounds Scotty. Derek showed up at the school with a bullet wound, remember when I left class for the bathroom and never came back?”

“Yeah….I had to bring your bag home and bring it the next day since I couldn’t come over.”

“Well, I never came back because I found Derek not only bleeding out in the empty hall but he was also digging his claws into Jackson’s neck when Jackson said something to piss him off.”

Scott sucked in a breath, horrified.

“I pulled Derek off of him and we hid in the bathroom where i cleaned him up a bit before the bell rang.” Stiles winced as he knew how Scott would react to this next part, “Umm...Derek sort of passed out. I couldn’t carry him...so….I asked Isaac Lahey from the lacrosse team to help me carry him to my jeep…..then we drove to my house and patched Derek up.”

“YOU WHAT?!” Scott yelled frantically, “Dude! You can’t just bring Isaac into this supernatural stuff!”

Stiles shrugged, “Scott, if he didn’t help me then Derek would’ve died.”

Scott sighed and Stiles knew right then and there that he knew Scott couldn’t be mad at him since they ended up saving Derek. Stiles felt his breath catch in his throat, over the past few days so many things had been happening that he’d forgotten something, or more importantly someone.

Isaac.

Stiles didn’t hesitate in snatching his phone up from the side of the hospital bed where it was close to falling off the edge and calling his dad all the while ignoring Scott’s questioning stare.

“Stiles now is not the ti-”

Stiles didn’t hesitate in cutting his dad off, “Dad you need to get to Isaac Lahey’s house this second! His dad is abusing him and it’s bad dad. Like really reeeeeeally bad. They live across from Jackson, dad please hurry!”

“Are you sure?” Stiles knew from the tone in his dad’s voice that he wasn’t going to brush this to the side to be dealt with later, that his dad would march over to the Lahey’s house now himself.

“YES!” Stiles yelled feeling panicked at the thought of Isaac having to be in his house with his abusive father any longer then he already was. Stiles listened as his father cursed over the line before hanging up and Stiles knew without doubt that his dad was speeding to the Lahey’s house. Stiles turned towards Scott who looked shell shocked, “Scott please. Please, you need to go to Isaac. I’m stuck here and he needs someone. Anyone really. Please.”

Snapping himself out of it Scott jumped to his feet and nodded solemnly, “I can bring him back to my house and if he’s okay with it we can come visit you later, okay?”

Stiles grinned up at Scott gratefully, “Thanks buddy. Now hurry up and get going.” Stiles watched as Scott took off running out of his hospital room as fast as he could and Stiles could only hope that Scott or his dad got to Isaac’s house before something could happen to the boy. Then Stiles lifted his head and smacked it back against his bed three times as his eyes started to burn.

He was disgusted with himself for forgetting about Isaac’s situation and leaving his friend to a fate that was not one that he deserved. Stiles bit his lip as he fought back tears, he couldn’t even go check on Isaac himself due to not only the pain meds and antibiotics making him a bit loopy but because he knew he’d be useless if he went to Isaac’s house now.

Stiles stayed awake and didn’t talk to anyone for the entire four and a half hours it took for his dad to show up at the hospital. The moment his dad walked into his room, Stiles held his breath knowing his dad was about to tell him what went down with Isaac and his father. Stiles felt the world around him slow down as his father start speaking, telling him about how he’d gotten to Isaac’s house and ended up having to break the door down to get inside. His dad went on to tell him how he found Coach Lahey passed out drunk in the living room and it took fifth teen minutes before he managed to get into the basement and found a beaten Isaac passed out, and locked inside of an old mini freezer.

Stiles tried not to throw up at the look of hatred and disgust on his dad’s face, leaving Stiles imagination to fill in whatever he wasn’t telling him. Sheriff Stilinski groaned as he rubbed a hand down his face, looking more tired than Stiles could ever remember seeing his dad get. Stiles could only imagine how finding Isaac affected his dad, he knew his dad had a soft spot for all children and he remembered how close Isaac and his dad became even if it wasn’t the same as Isaac’s relationship with Melissa. Stiles blinked rapidly as he tried not to start crying.

“I don’t know how you knew about Isaac….but son you may have just saved his life.” Sheriff Stilinski stood and pulled Stiles into a firm hug, “Scott’s with Isaac in one of the hospital rooms….his dad’s in the holding cell and after the arrest that Jackson kid had come outside and when he learned that we were arresting Isaac’s father he offered to give a statement….” Sheriff Stilinski tightened his hold on Stiles and tried to swallow around the lump in his throat, “Jesus...his own father? A parent should never, never hit or do anything to harm their child!”

Still fighting back his tears Stiles reached up and hugged his dad back just as tightly, “I know dad...I know.”

Stiles could only hope his trying to save Isaac didn’t change things to badly for the days to come. He wondered if he made things worse, he knew now that the events leading up to Coach Lahey’s death wouldn’t happen now but Stiles didn’t know if his interfering had destroyed Isaac’s chances of becoming a werewolf or ever meeting Derek, a meeting which was good for the both of them in the end.

Stiles gulped and pushed those thoughts to the side, when the problem arose he’d deal with it then. For now, he was content with staying in his dad’s arms and plotting to sneak out of his hospital room to go see how Isaac was for himself.

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Stiles wasn’t sure if he wanted to hug Isaac when he saw him or scream.

He managed to sneak out of his hospital room when Melissa’s shift ended and before the next nurse came in. It took him a few minutes of wandering around to find Isaac but in the end he managed to find him down the opposite hall and seven doors down.

Isaac looked like shit in Stiles opinion. There were bruises covering most of his face, a split lip, his nose was somewhat swollen and Stiles actually had to close his eyes to fight back nausea when he saw the state of Isaac’s nails.

It looked like they were ripped off from trying to claw his way out of somewhere, and Stiles honest to god wanted to go find Coach Lahey and beat the shit out of him or at least threaten the guy until he cried. Stiles moved and slowly lowered himself down into the uncomfortable chair by Isaac’s hospital bed.

Stiles eyed the medical equipment and felt some of the tension leave his body when he saw that Isaac’s blood pressure and heart rate were normal. Moving the chair closer to the bed, Stiles laid his head down and closed his eyes, he planned to take a short nap before heading back to his own hospital room.

That short nap turned into a deep sleep, one Stiles only woke up from because he heard voices around him and someone had their hand on his shoulder and was gently shaking him.

Groaning, Stiles tried shaking the hand off but they only became more insistent. Annoyed, Stiles opened his eyes and saw a panicked Isaac staring at him with tears in his eyes. Worried Stiles forced his aching body to sit up straight as he looked at Isaac, “Shh, what’s wrong? Isaac I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Isaac didn’t say anything instead he curled in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest, and let out a heart wrenching sob. Startled, Stiles stood up and forced Isaac to move over before he climbed up into the hospital bed with him, careful of the cords connected to Isaac’s arm. Stiles pulled Isaac against his chest and hugged him, for a second he thought he made the wrong decision when Isaac flinched and tried jerking away from him but the longer Stiles held on the less tense Isaac became before finally falling asleep in Stiles’ arms.

Stiles happened to lookup as he tried lowering himself and Isaac down but stopped due to the pulling of his stitches and seeing Jackson standing in the doorway. Stiles only just barely kept himself from screaming when he saw Jackson and Jackson probably realizing what Stiles was about to do, ran into the room and smacked his hand over Stiles mouth.

“Shh! You want to wake him up?!” Jackson hissed.

“Mmm mm mmm!” Stiles said before sticking his tongue out and licking a strip across Jackson’s hand causing said teen to jerk his hand away and rub it on his jeans in disgust.

“Seriously?!”

Stiles smirked victoriously before looking down at Isaac to make sure he didn’t get woken up. Stiles then looked back up at Jackson and was surprised to see him staring at Isaac as well.

“...I knew.”

Stiles tilted his head to the side, confused by what Jackson had said but at the same time knowing exactly what he was confessing.

“I knew he was beating him. I could hear them all the time from my house.”

Stiles knew that Jackson had known about Isaac’s abusive father only he didn’t know why Jackson seemed so distraught about admitting he knew when last time around he couldn’t care less. Stiles knew he couldn’t really treat Jackson the same as he did last time he went through these events because he knew somehow something’s changed despite being mostly the same.

“...Thank you for getting him out…”

Stiles head snapped up and he stared at a almost teary eyed Jackson in shock.

“I don’t know how you knew, but your dad and McCall were there and I saw McCall carry Isaac out of the house and your dad brought his dad out in handcuffs.”

Stiles shrugged and looked down at Isaac, “...He’s on the lacrosse team...and he came over to my house a little while ago...My dad’s the Sheriff I’m used to looking for anything that stands out so I had my suspicions…..” Stiles tightened his grip on Isaac, “I didn’t have proof but earlier I had a bad feeling so I called my dad and told Scott….”

Stiles shyly glanced back up at Jackson and was shocked once more by him when he saw that he looked almost proud of Stiles.

“You did good Stiles.”

Stiles quirked a brow, “...I’ve been meaning to ask….you hate me, yet lately that seemed to change? You’re even calling me by my first name!”

Jackson blushed while he scowled at Stiles, “Shut it Stilinski.” Jackson then stood up and walked back towards the door, stopping just inside the frame, “...I don’t hate you as much as you think.”
And with those parting words, Jackson left. Leaving Stiles to slowly lay down on his back with Isaac buried into his side and within minutes, Stiles had fallen asleep.

After the nurses had a brief panic of going into Stiles’ hospital room and seeing him missing, the Sheriff was called in and after about fifth-teen minutes of searching he’d found Stiles asleep cuddling with Isaac on Isaac’s hospital bed. Isaac was awake and simply laying there but the moment Sheriff Stilinski entered the room he sat up and moved away from Stiles all the while apologizing and saying that he’d asked Stiles to come to his room which the Sheriff could immediately tell was a lie.

Sheriff Stilinski had then pulled Isaac into a hug and told him it was okay and that he was glad he was safe and that it made him happy knowing Stiles had a good friend like him.

When Stiles had woken up to his dad holding a tense, crying Isaac and seeing his dad fighting his own tears, Stiles pulled the both of them into a hug which resulted in pulling a few of his stitches and Isaac’s IV stand being knocked over.

After almost an hour of debating and pleading, Stiles managed to convince the nursing staff and his dad to have both Isaac and himself placed in a shared hospital room so neither of them had to be alone. Throughout the entire affair Isaac stayed silent and only nodded in shock when the nurses asked if he was okay with sharing a room with Stiles. Once everyone left and Isaac had a mini breakdown where he proceeded to curse and yell at Stiles as well as tried throwing things at him before he started sobbing, Stiles simply climbed out of his new hospital bed and back into Isaac’s where he held him until he calmed down.

About ten minutes later Stiles’ dad came back into the room but didn’t seem surprised to see the both of them together in the bed.

“I need to head to the station for a few hours but I’ll be back later tonight to check on the both of you.”

“Be careful out there dad.” Stiles murmured reaching out and grabbing his dad’s wrist to stop him from leaving his room.

Sheriff Stilinski smiled fondly down at his son and told him, “Don’t worry, I will. Plus the State Detective is here to help.”

Stiles nodded and watched his dad leave, not even realizing he’d started rubbing circles into an embarrassed Isaac’s back.

“So…” Stiles said grinning at Isaac, “Scott texted me earlier. Turns out we’re on frontline now because of issues on the team.”

Unable to help himself, Isaac snorted.

Stiles felt a bit bad about Scott having to go through the second full moon with Derek helping him since he was still in the hospital, but Stiles knew this was the perfect opportunity for them to get along and for him to get to know Isaac better.

After two hours had passed of them talking about nothing in general, and they had their nurses come in and check on them plus give them their medication, Stiles moved back to his own bed so Isaac could get some rest.

Hopefully they’ll be able to get out of the hospital soon.

Getting out soon turned out to be two and a half days later and Stiles was the only one getting out early because he annoyed the doctor’s into letting him leave with promises of taking it easy. Isaac would have to stay for another day, and Stiles knew it was because they were hiring a psychiatrist to come talk to him.

It figures the first day Stiles is back in school not only does he have to practice for missing too much of the Lacrosse meets but now Harris assigned him loads of work to make up by the beginning of next week.

Stiles was glad however that Harris said his lap partner, none other than Danny Mahealani, had to help him get caught up. It was a perk Danny was on the Lacrosse team with him because Stiles knew if he asked Danny wouldn’t be able to say no to helping him practice. Which is why the moment last period ended, Stiles rushed to meet Danny at his locker before Jackson or Lydia got there.

“Danny!” Stiles yelled cheerfully sliding to a stop next to said teen’s locker.

Danny didn’t even seem startled by Stiles’ abrupt appearance but he did seem annoyed when Stiles accidentally slammed Danny’s locker shut when he banged into it.

“Hehe...oops?” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Danny sighed, “What do you want?”

Stiles smiled sweetly which caused Danny to eye him oddly, “Weeeell, Harris said you need to help me out with catching up in chem….plus we have lacrosse together…..”

Danny smirked, “So, let me guess...You want me to help you practice AND help you in chemistry?”

“Yep!” Stiles said popping the ‘P’.
Danny would’ve protested, especially since he had his own homework to finish and had plans to go to Jungle tonight. Only then he saw the look on Stiles’ face, despite smiling Danny could see faint traces of pain on Stiles’ face along with exhaustion. Frowning, Danny reluctantly agreed and told Stiles to meet him at his house.

The way Stiles’ face positively lit up caused Danny to grin back at him before leaving to meet up with Jackson and Lydia to explain to them why he couldn’t hang out now. Stiles on the other hand rushed out to his jeep and was confused when he saw Scott waiting there when he was supposed to be with Derek tonight to learn to control himself better. He was even more confused when he saw Derek was actually sitting in the passenger seat of his jeep.

“Umm…” Not that I’m not happy to like see you guys or anything….but what’s up? And how did Derek get in my baby? You better not have broken her!” Stiles scowled immediately walking around to inspect the passenger side door. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that the passenger handle was crushed. “What the actual fuck Derek?!”

Stiles stood up and glared at the wolf, “Why the hell did you break my door?!”

“Umm...Stiles?”

“Not now Scott.” Stiles said leveling Derek with a glare.

“Stiles…”

“I said not now!” Stiles snapped turning his glare onto Scott who looked beyond guilty which caused Stiles to narrow his eyes, “...Scott….what did you do?”

Hearing Derek snort behind him, Stiles looked back too see him smirking in amusement.

“The idiot thought you had the jeep unlocked so when he tried getting in and it was locked he ended up crushing it.”

Stiles froze and slowly turned to look back at Scott with a cold look on his face, “You are paying for this and why are you both here? Aren’t you supposed to be out in the woods howling at squirrels and stuff?”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Derek growled.

“A-Ah wait a sec!” Scott said moving around and getting in between Derek and Stiles, “We...umm...we need a ride? We sorta...er...I might’ve broken his engine?”

Stiles gaped at them, “How the….you know what? I don’t want to know. Just get in already.” Stiles sighed and quickly unlocked his jeep, “Where am taking you guys anyway?”

“Umm….Your house?” Scott suggested meekly causing Stiles to glower at him.

“Fine...but don’t make a mess.”

Stiles climbed in behind the steering wheel and Scott awkwardly climbed into the back from the trunk and pulled it shut behind him. It would’ve been easier if he climbed in through the front but Stiles was feeling bitter about his door getting damaged.

The drive back to his house was...oddly comfortable in Stiles opinion. Things just didn’t feel strained with Derek in the jeep like it would’ve the first time around, of course Derek still threatened then and was aggressive when he didn’t need to be but Stiles still counted that as improvement.

Thankfully Stiles could play music on the way to his house, Scott was staring down at his lap and Stiles swore he saw him bringing out his claws then putting them away repeatedly, and Derek was just staring off into space so Stiles didn’t feel the need to talk. Pulling up to his house Stiles watched as Derek and then Scott climbed out before he took his house key off his car key set and tossed it to Scott who caught it then frowned at it as though he had no idea what to do with it.

Derek looked at the key in Scott hand before looking over at Stiles and frowning, “You’re not coming into your own house?”

“Nope!” Stiles smiled as he popped the ‘P’. “I’m heading over to Danny’s.”

“Danny’s?” Scott tilted his head, “Why?”

“He’s my chemistry partner and I need his help getting caught up.” Stiles explained and quirked a brow when Scott looked at him with puppy eyes. “Relax Scotty, I shouldn’t be there for long, I’ll be back before you can miss me. Alright?”

”...Alright.” Scott grinned and headed towards the Stilinski household.

Stiles looked over at Derek who didn’t seem inclined to follow Scott and was just staring at Stiles with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“Are you...are you okay?” Derek asked roughly.

“Me?” Stiles blinked in confusion, “Of course I’m okay.” Stiles grinned widely, “Aww, I knew you cared SourWolf!”

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh as Derek scowled at him and stalked off towards his house where Scott was waiting and looked highly amused.

Still chuckling quietly to himself, Stiles pulled away from the curb and headed towards Danny’s house.