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robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-08 12:59 pm
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Beacon Hills High Locker Room | Afternoon
"I'm serious, it's not like the last full moon, I don't feel the same!"
"Oh does that include the urge to maim and kill people? Like me?" Stiles rolled his eyes as he pulled on his practice jersey. For some reason Coach Finstock had been convinced Stiles was still a student here and refused to take no for an answer when it came to showing up for practice. "Do you not remember wolfing around Fandom, trying to kill Jackson? Remember how, because of you, I had to stick my hands into a pile of Derek Hale's underwear?"
Greenberg had only heard the last bit of that and walked face first into a locker while trying to gawk at Stiles.
Scott had the decency to look bashful and lowered his voice. "I don't have the urge to maim or kill you."
"You know, you say that now, but the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere and it's very stressful on me," Stiles said. "So, yes, I'm locking you up."
"Okay, fine," Scott said, leaning against his locker. "But I do think I'm in a little more control now, especially now things are good with Allison."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."
"They're really good."
"I...thank you, I know." How was he friends with this guy?
Scott got this doofy look on his face. "I mean, like, really good."
"Alright I get it!" Stiles groaned. "Just, please, shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."
Scott smiled. "Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"
"Yeah, much better." Stiles opened up his locker and what seemed like a never ending set of thick chains started pouring out. Stiles made a squeaking noise as the chain kept falling, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the locker room. Scott had an equally embarrassed look on his face.
The noise drew Coach Finstock's attention who slowly approached the two boys, a look of dull interest on his face as he watched the chain finally--finally--stop falling. He sighed and looked at Stiles and Scott. "Some part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing would be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So...I'm gonna walk away."
"That's good. A wise choice, Coach," Stiles said, leaning down to pick up the chains. Scott also leaned down to help but dropped the chains suddenly. Stiles looked up and was greeted with creepy yellow-eyed Scott. "You okay? Scott?"
"There's another werewolf in here," Scott murmured. "Right now."
There really wasn't much they could do in a locker room full of people so Stiles and Scott shuffled out with the rest of the team out to the field. Stiles wasn't really sure how they'd pick out a werewolf in a group of already aggressive acting dudes .
"It was kind of like a scent," Scott said as he and Stiles sat down on the bench. "But I couldn't tell who it was coming from."
Stiles looked out at the guys warming up for practice and felt an idea forming. "What if you could get him one on one? Would that help?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah."
"I've got an idea. Wait here." Stiles ran off towards Coach Finstock. After having a few words with him, Stiles came running back, extra padding and Danny's lacrosse stick in his arms. "I told Coach you were switching with Danny for the day."
Scott made a face. "But I hate playing goal."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...what's the idea?"
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."
A whistle blew and soon everyone was lined up in preparation to do drills. Scott was tucked away at the goal and Stiles hoped to god that he understood the plan. With everyone on the team lined up to try to score a goal it was Scott's chance to get at them all one on one.
It turned out Scott did understand the plan alright. Stiles, however, did not expect him to come charging at Greenberg and knocking him on his ass...and then blatantly start sniffing him.
"McCall!" Coach Finstock cried out. "Usually the goalie stays in the vicinity of the actual goal!"
"Yes, Coach!"
The next kid in line, Matt, went...and Scott knocked him on his ass too. Matt was not pleased, which didn't bother Stiles any because that dude had always rubbed him the wrong way.
"McCall! The position is called goalkeeper, not goalabandoner!"
After Danny got knocked down and sniffed at by Scott, Coach Finstock grabbed Stiles by the helmet and yelled in his ear. "Stilinski! What in the hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uhhh..." How to answer that, really? "He's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward and if you look closely you'll notice his jawline is a little uneven."
Coach Finstock released Stiles' helmet. "That's interesting..."
Jackson was up next. Stiles had been looking forward to seeing Scott take Jackson down but Jackson rolled his shoulder and murmured to Coach that he didn't think he could practice anymore today. Stiles thought for sure that they had their werewolf, which would have been both horrifying (Jackson as a werewolf, good god) and awesome (that means they could kill him). The internal dilemma didn't last long after Isaac Lahey took his turn against Scott.
Stiles didn't know Isaac very well, just as the cute looking dude that had a creepy job at the graveyard. They had been teammates all year and Stiles had barely spoken to him, a combination between Stiles just being locked in his own little world and Isaac being painfully shy.
He wasn't being shy now. There was a weird tension in the air when the two boys approached each other and Stiles wasn't quite sure what it was all about until Isaac and Scott collided. Unlike the other boys on the team, Isaac managed to give Scott a taste of his own medicine and throwing him onto the ground. Both Scott and Isaac crouched down into what Stiles recognized as the stereotypical "I'm a werewolf grrr don't mess with me" pose.
Well, shit. So much for getting to kill Jackson.
"Alright that's enough! Lahey, Sheriff would like to have a few words!"
Stiles snapped out of his "wtf Isaac's a werewolf" reverie to see his father walking across the field with a few of his deputies. Practice broke up pretty quickly after that, and Stiles and Scott huddled up together, trying to remain casual while Scott used his nifty werewolf hearing to listen in on Isaac and the Sheriff.
"His father's dead," Scott murmured. "They think he was murdered."
This friggen town. "Are they saying he's a suspect?"
"I'm not sure. Why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours," Stiles said. "Overnight. During the full moon."
Scott's eyes widened. "How good are those cells at holding people?"
"People? Good," Stiles said. "Werewolves? Probably not so good."
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott asked, looking over at Isaac. "He does."
They were so screwed.
[TL;DR sorry. Dialogue taken from Teen Wolf 2x02 "Shape Shifted". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]
"Oh does that include the urge to maim and kill people? Like me?" Stiles rolled his eyes as he pulled on his practice jersey. For some reason Coach Finstock had been convinced Stiles was still a student here and refused to take no for an answer when it came to showing up for practice. "Do you not remember wolfing around Fandom, trying to kill Jackson? Remember how, because of you, I had to stick my hands into a pile of Derek Hale's underwear?"
Greenberg had only heard the last bit of that and walked face first into a locker while trying to gawk at Stiles.
Scott had the decency to look bashful and lowered his voice. "I don't have the urge to maim or kill you."
"You know, you say that now, but the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere and it's very stressful on me," Stiles said. "So, yes, I'm locking you up."
"Okay, fine," Scott said, leaning against his locker. "But I do think I'm in a little more control now, especially now things are good with Allison."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."
"They're really good."
"I...thank you, I know." How was he friends with this guy?
Scott got this doofy look on his face. "I mean, like, really good."
"Alright I get it!" Stiles groaned. "Just, please, shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."
Scott smiled. "Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"
"Yeah, much better." Stiles opened up his locker and what seemed like a never ending set of thick chains started pouring out. Stiles made a squeaking noise as the chain kept falling, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the locker room. Scott had an equally embarrassed look on his face.
The noise drew Coach Finstock's attention who slowly approached the two boys, a look of dull interest on his face as he watched the chain finally--finally--stop falling. He sighed and looked at Stiles and Scott. "Some part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing would be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So...I'm gonna walk away."
"That's good. A wise choice, Coach," Stiles said, leaning down to pick up the chains. Scott also leaned down to help but dropped the chains suddenly. Stiles looked up and was greeted with creepy yellow-eyed Scott. "You okay? Scott?"
"There's another werewolf in here," Scott murmured. "Right now."
There really wasn't much they could do in a locker room full of people so Stiles and Scott shuffled out with the rest of the team out to the field. Stiles wasn't really sure how they'd pick out a werewolf in a group of already aggressive acting dudes .
"It was kind of like a scent," Scott said as he and Stiles sat down on the bench. "But I couldn't tell who it was coming from."
Stiles looked out at the guys warming up for practice and felt an idea forming. "What if you could get him one on one? Would that help?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah."
"I've got an idea. Wait here." Stiles ran off towards Coach Finstock. After having a few words with him, Stiles came running back, extra padding and Danny's lacrosse stick in his arms. "I told Coach you were switching with Danny for the day."
Scott made a face. "But I hate playing goal."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...what's the idea?"
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."
A whistle blew and soon everyone was lined up in preparation to do drills. Scott was tucked away at the goal and Stiles hoped to god that he understood the plan. With everyone on the team lined up to try to score a goal it was Scott's chance to get at them all one on one.
It turned out Scott did understand the plan alright. Stiles, however, did not expect him to come charging at Greenberg and knocking him on his ass...and then blatantly start sniffing him.
"McCall!" Coach Finstock cried out. "Usually the goalie stays in the vicinity of the actual goal!"
"Yes, Coach!"
The next kid in line, Matt, went...and Scott knocked him on his ass too. Matt was not pleased, which didn't bother Stiles any because that dude had always rubbed him the wrong way.
"McCall! The position is called goalkeeper, not goalabandoner!"
After Danny got knocked down and sniffed at by Scott, Coach Finstock grabbed Stiles by the helmet and yelled in his ear. "Stilinski! What in the hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uhhh..." How to answer that, really? "He's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward and if you look closely you'll notice his jawline is a little uneven."
Coach Finstock released Stiles' helmet. "That's interesting..."
Jackson was up next. Stiles had been looking forward to seeing Scott take Jackson down but Jackson rolled his shoulder and murmured to Coach that he didn't think he could practice anymore today. Stiles thought for sure that they had their werewolf, which would have been both horrifying (Jackson as a werewolf, good god) and awesome (that means they could kill him). The internal dilemma didn't last long after Isaac Lahey took his turn against Scott.
Stiles didn't know Isaac very well, just as the cute looking dude that had a creepy job at the graveyard. They had been teammates all year and Stiles had barely spoken to him, a combination between Stiles just being locked in his own little world and Isaac being painfully shy.
He wasn't being shy now. There was a weird tension in the air when the two boys approached each other and Stiles wasn't quite sure what it was all about until Isaac and Scott collided. Unlike the other boys on the team, Isaac managed to give Scott a taste of his own medicine and throwing him onto the ground. Both Scott and Isaac crouched down into what Stiles recognized as the stereotypical "I'm a werewolf grrr don't mess with me" pose.
Well, shit. So much for getting to kill Jackson.
"Alright that's enough! Lahey, Sheriff would like to have a few words!"
Stiles snapped out of his "wtf Isaac's a werewolf" reverie to see his father walking across the field with a few of his deputies. Practice broke up pretty quickly after that, and Stiles and Scott huddled up together, trying to remain casual while Scott used his nifty werewolf hearing to listen in on Isaac and the Sheriff.
"His father's dead," Scott murmured. "They think he was murdered."
This friggen town. "Are they saying he's a suspect?"
"I'm not sure. Why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours," Stiles said. "Overnight. During the full moon."
Scott's eyes widened. "How good are those cells at holding people?"
"People? Good," Stiles said. "Werewolves? Probably not so good."
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott asked, looking over at Isaac. "He does."
They were so screwed.
[TL;DR sorry. Dialogue taken from Teen Wolf 2x02 "Shape Shifted". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]