Teen Wolf One-Shots

What are you?- brett

Somehow Y/N became Beacon Hills High School's athletic trainer. Maybe it was the fact that her mom was Beacon Hill Memorial's Physical Therapist. Maybe it was the fact that she had hours of first hand experience with broken bones and concussions. Actually, it was the fact that Coach Finstock couldn't afford an actual athletic trainer and would suffice for a junior who he didn't have to pay. So Y/N traveled to every away event and attended every high school sporting event. Even golf. Did you know you could get severely injured playing golf?

Y/N was in the opposing team's locker room, setting up a small first aid station and putting the coolers in there. She had bent over to grab a roll of tape that had rolled under the small cabinet in the locker room when the door opened behind her, the outside chatter echoing in. Suddenly it all stopped and a wolf-whistle erupted from behind her. Y/n shot up immediately and turned on her heel. There stopped in the doorway was the entire Devenford Prep lacrosse team. The boy who whistled was at the very front. He was shorter, dark skinned with curly hair. His eyes were staring at everything but her eyes. Y/N shifted uncomfortably.  Suddenly he was hit upside the head by a much taller boy who stood behind him. "Shut up Wilkes." The boy spoke. His voice was soothing and he had bright blue eyes that made him stand out. "Um alright hi.  I'm the athletic trainer so if y'all get hurt come see me." She blushed slightly and walked out the other locker room door and onto the field. As soon as Y/N left the room all the boys started arguing about who was going to 'get hurt' in order to go get her name and number. The taller boy just shook his head at his team mates and huddled them up.

Y/N was sat on the side of the field, mentally preparing for the game. Most games no one got hurt but tonight felt different. A figure appeared in her peripheral vision and it snapped her out of her thoughts. It was the taller boy from earlier. He was half dressed for the games. His abs showing under his shoulder pads. Y/N caught herself and looked away before he noticed. But the boy did notice. "Hi uh-" He paused, waiting for her name. "Y/N" Her voice was sweet and made the boy smile slightly." "Hi Y/N, do you by any chance have any extra tape?" He questioned. Y/N nodded in response before digging into her bag. Finding the white tape she threw it at the boy. He was caught slightly off guard and bobbled it a bit. "Are you sure you play lacrosse?" Y/N questioned with a laugh. The boy blushed and mumbled a quick "Thanks." before jogging back to his side line. The game started off exactly how Y/N expected. Beacon Hills was losing. In the blink of an eye there was a commotion on the field and two players were down. A crack was heard and Y/N shot up, already running towards the field. The first boy she got to was Liam Dunbar. She looked at him, he was fine. Even though she knows she heard something break. She turned her head to see a Devenford Prep jersey heading towards the locker room. 'Y/N go get him." Coach pointed at the retreating figure. She nodded and started running towards the locker room. Upon entering, she could hear a light groaning noise. Rounding the corner Y/N saw the taller boy from earlier, he was hunched on the bench.

"Hey, are you okay?" She squatted in front of the boy. He didn't respond. 'What's your name?" She tried again. "Brett." He grunted out. "I can't see any injuries from how you are sitting. Can you stand up?" She asked the boy. He shook his head no. "You're bleeding." Y/N's voice faltered when she noticed the boy's bloody jersey. "I'm going to start the shower,  I need to get you out of these sweaty clothes so I can look at it." She got up and rounded the corner, stepping into the shower area. Turning the water on a hum sound encased her. She stepped around the corner to grab Brett when she saw him laying across the floor. A girl, Violet, was standing behind him, a chord in her hands, wrapping around his neck. Before Y/N could think she punched her. A reflex of her scaring her. Violet tumbled and was caught by another person coming into the locker room. She recognized it as Scott McCall, a guy in her math class. Brett hopped up and stood in-between Y/N and the rest of them. He placed a hand on her arm making sure she stayed behind him.  Scott was caught off guard and fell to the floor. Violet recovered and wrapped the cord around his neck. "Garrett said not to try. But I got an Alpha." Her voice was like ice. Y/N gasped as the chord turned red, burning his skin. Brett turned to look at the girl he was trying to protect. His eyes were yellow. Y/n screamed slightly, walking backwards. She tripped over her own feet and landed on her butt. She continued to scoot away from Brett and the rest of them.

Scott's eyes slowly turned red and he grabbed onto the cord. Y/N's eyes widened at the sight before her. Scott pulled the chord away from his neck and turned towards Violet. He grabbed her neck, lifting her up slightly. Y/N screamed as he threw her towards the wall. She didn't get up but Y/N could tell she was still breathing. "Are you okay?" Brett asked her, causing her eyes to meet his. His blue eyes were back but Y/N couldn't stop seeing the yellow ones. He reached a hand out towards her and she flinched. He faltered for a second before retracting his hand. Scott came up beside him and looked at Y/N. Her voice was shaky as she muttered out "What are you?" Both the boys looked at each other before Scott spoke.

"Werewolves."