How to build better friends

Section 2: The graveyard

(AKA. How to build better friends 2)

Stiles had found himself back at the graveyard, anger from Derek's attitude empowering some aspects of himself more than others, and he felt ready to bring his friends back to life. That numbed feeling from before was suppressed and even though he was sure that if he did more, he'd be doing more damage to himself. That fact made him angrier. For the remaining half of the night, he spent blessing the water and planting a seed between both of the graves. It grew rapidly to a tiny bud and he felt satisfied with his work. He pulled what was left of his energy and began the resurrection. It was as if a horror movie director did it himself, a hand pulled itself out of the dirt, then another, and the pair crawled out of their graves. Human looking and as "alive" as Stiles could make them without some form of energy from somewhere else.

"Stiles!" Tanya jumped forward and hugged him. "What happened? The last thing I remember was fighting those werewolves."

"You did and you lost, but don't worry," Stiles gestured to the growing tree plant behind them, "I'll give you all the details," he explained what had happened up until that point.

"That sounds incredibly dangerous," Boston crossed his arms, "and my jaw is killing me, did one of those wolves punch me," he clicked his jaw back into place.

"I'm sure you'll live," Stiles grinned, "well... sorta." They shared a laugh that meant the world to the warlock.

"Well? What now?" Tanya asked responsibly, "is there a dance soon?"

"Actually, Lydia's party is tomorrow, but I don't think Isaac is going to let me go. Not that him telling me that will stop me."

"It's so early," Boston glanced at the teen who had tried to resist a yawn, "and it's a school day, today."

"What are you guys, my parents?"

"No," they looked at each other, "but we're your friends." Boston stated, "and friends help friend make good decisions."

"You're right, I'll try and sleep before-" Stiles looked at his watch, "school in 5 hours." He looked at the pair, "well, get in the jeep, I'm dying out here." He swatted a fly as the pair looked at him, "you know what I mean." And the trio headed towards his car. They eventually found themselves back at his house with no sign Derek had stayed beyond the closed window and a blown out candle.

"About Derek," Tanya started, "I think you are being a bit hard on him-"

"Hard on him? He kicked me out, then admitted it was Scott's idea, but then didn't let me in on his "pack" business even after I brought back his family. If that didn't guarantee me a spot in his pack, then I-"

"Stiles, I am sure his family is his pack too, it's not yours. I'm sure he's just excited and confused. You said Talia was the alpha before, well now he is. You said he came to you saying he didn't feel like an alpha. Look. Just give him a chance while he works this out." Stiles sat on his bed in contemplation.

"Watch the house while I am out?"

"Naturally," Boston nodded his head, "dibs on the t.v.!" He ran down the stairs without another glance and Tanya followed after giving Stiles a long look. A loud scream echoed around the house and Stiles awoke with a start. He checked his alarm just as it went off. He let out a heavy sigh before shutting it off and then getting ready. Tanya and Boston were cuddling on the coach when he came down the stairs, pulling on a stripped hoodie as he descended.

"Did you guys hear that scream?"

"What scream?" They looked at him just as the iconic horror movie scream played from one of the cheesy old black and white shows they were watching, "it wasn't that right?" They gritted their teeth as they gave each other a look.

"No, this was different."

"Was it your alarm and maybe you dreamt it and it became something in your dream?" Boston suggested.

"This one sounded more like Lydia, but it definitely was not her." He did the rest of his morning routine in relative silence beyond the occasional scream that sounded from the t.v. Which only reminded him of how he woke up this morning. The thought drifted out of his mind though as he drove to school, knowing full well that both the pack and Lydia would be awaiting him. A wholesome feeling passed over him when he got there, it was like he finally did something good. Something he did wasn't immediately ruined. That was until he saw a black Camaro parked up front.

He pulled into a spot a little ways next to the side entrance. Walking over to the doors he saw a black haired girl in her late teen years pull a backpack out of the car and then two twin boys strut towards her. Stiles watched in what felt like slow motion as the two gave the girl a glance then at who was in the car, then turned to head inside. Stiles ran over to the car, but whoever was driving drove away too quick.

"You're Stiles right?" The girl asked and then stiffened a little.

"And you're Laura." He wanted to roll his eyes.

"Surprised? Confused?"

"Always, but what's new? Who were those guys that just," Stiles gestured with his hands, "eyed you up."

"No one you need to worry about, pack business." She waltzed in leaving Stiles alone to dwell on his frustration.