Sterek One-Shots (Wattys 2016)

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Too (Actually Better)

Summary: Stiles feels like the pack doesn't realize the amazing things he can do, especially since he can now fight. What happens when the fight ends badly with someone or something getting hurt? Who is going to be sad when this does happen? Also will secrets come out?

"I can do this," Stiles mumbled quietly as he continued to track the hellhound in the forest. Up ahead he saw paw prints that resembled those of the hellhound.

He had two swords on his back, runes on his arms to protect him, a dagger in his belt, and a bow and arrows.

"Stupid pack for underestimating me. Making me come here alone to track and take down this beast," he mumbled again.

Little did Stiles know that the hellhound was listening to this and had something in his hand that let other people hear it too.

Stiles' phone...

TBC...

Sike...

Meanwhile back at the pack house:

"Where's Stiles? He said he was going to be here," Derek said looking around the house confused.

"I don't know myself," Scott mumbled.

"Wait you guys, he's calling me," Lydia said gladly, putting her phone on speaker.

"Hey Stiles, where are you?" Lydia asked, "Hello?"

Then they heard a voice.

It was Stiles' voice.

"Stupid pack for underestimating me. Making me come here alone to track and take down this beast," they heard Stiles mumble.

Then they heard another voice.

"Well you heard pretty boy. What am I saying. Of course you did, especially you Mr. Hale. Well you must hurry before I turn him into my meal. Ta-ta now," the hellhound said in a evil voice, then hanged up.

"OMG!! Guys let's go now. Stiles could be hurt as we speak," Erica exclaimed.

Her words made the pack spring into action.

"Let's go!" Derek roared.

Back to Stiles:

"Where the Hell is this fuxking beast?" Stiles wondered aloud.

Suddenly he heard a growl right behind him.

Instead of going stiff or freaking out, Stiles just laughed.

Not like a chuckle, no he laughed a belly-aching laugh.

"Did you seriously think that was going to scare me one bit?" Stiles asked looking around.

"No, I didn't think so, but I know what will," the hellhound said with a hiss.

"Oh really and what is that Mr. All-fucking-Mighty?"

"It's the fact that you're nothing but a scrawny, pathetic human, who needs others to fight his battles," the hellhound growled out.

This made Stiles really mad.

"At least I don't smell, but wait, I guess you already knew that. No wonder you're alone," Stiles mocked back.

This made the hellhound growl angrily that even the pack could hear it as they ran towards Stiles.

Stiles laughed and got into a fighting stance with the two swords in his hand and motioned the hellhound to him mockingly with a smirk on his face.

The hellhound tired of the petty games ran straight to him.

Stiles sidestepped him very quickly and with a smooth, quick flick of his wrist, brought one of the swords to slash the beast in the back.