Readmitted (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Mean Streak

 "Wait, so you shifted back by yourself before?" Scott asked, a frown on his face.

They were still in Deaton's clinic, gathered around Stiles who had just finished telling his story. The pack had reacted with varying degrees of shock, a few of them even growling at points.

"Yeah" nodded Stiles.

"Can you remember what you were thinking of?" Derek questioned. He was standing in the corner of the room, shifted back but shirtless because it was Derek.

"No, not really" frowned Stiles trying to throw his mind back but as with a lot of adrenaline-filled moments he couldn't really remember what had happened exactly.

"We'll figure it out" smiled Malia, her arm coming to rest on his.

Stiles smiled at her gratefully, he'd been there for Malia when she'd had control problems and now she was here for him.

Across the room, Lydia jumped to attention. "I'll help you too!"

Stiles glanced across the room at her.

"I mean, I had a bit of trouble controlling my powers too" amended Lydia, flicking a perfect lock of strawberry blonde over her shoulder.

"Yeah" nodded Stiles, remembering Lydia's slow downfall when they were sixteen.

Stiles heard a zipper from behind him and raised an eyebrow.

"Derek?"

The answer was a ball of black fluff in his lap.

Stiles sighed.

Isaac snorted from across the room.

Stiles glared at him. "What?"

"It's just-" he laughed. "All three of them-"

Scott started to laugh too.

"What three?" Stiles demanded. "What's going on?"

He got no reply and instead scowled.

John Stilinski ruffled his son's hair silently smiling at his obliviousness.

Stiles relaxed back into his dad because damn was that good...

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE PURRING!!" exclaimed Scott and started to crack up.

"No I'm not" Stiles pursed his lips in stubbon denial.

"You are" offered Liam.

Stiles glared at him.

"SO." Stiles interrupted the situation loudly. "What are we going to do about the crazy alpha duet?"

"I-" Scott started then broke off into another laugh. "I-g-g-guess-we-we-we-"

Stiles sighed as Scott's word became indecipherable. He wondered what Peter and Deucalion were up to at that moment...

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Peter Hale sighed dramatically at the sight through his binoculars. He hated binoculars and Scott and Isaac's laughing fits had halted the conversation going on through the animal clinics small windows.

Next to him, Deucalion seemed to be chilled out; 'glasses on his face, examining his claws in the low light.

"Have they made any plans yet?" asked Deucalion, lazily.

"No!" snarled Peter.

"You're the one who said we had to watch them" Deucalion turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm regretting it"

"I can tell" smiled Deucalion, going back to examining his claws.

Peter turned back to the clinic, unamused. They were going to get Stiles back and this time they would get around to the converting part. He knew like the Nogitsune, Theo and now Valack that the human-turned werefox had a dark streak.

Peter also knew how to bring it out.

Hey, sorry for the late update... It's been like 6 months ad I'm really sorry. 

I haven't read through this yet so if you spot any mistakes just point them out...

I've tried to add a few things with scenery because I realised how my stories are mostly dialogue..Can you notice it and if you can do you like it?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

(I have gone through and corrected first three chapters if you want to read through again to refresh your memories- I never realise how rubbish my stuff can be before I read it through..:'D)

In the mean time, I started a new fanfic (dammit) a while ago called 'Lemon Eyes' it's season 1 AU with lots of brainwashing and dark!pack. I'm still working on 'FallingDown In A Spiral' and 'Swapped' too. You'll be glad to know I've got a plot bunnies book to dissuade me from writing any more fanfiction!

Thank you all :)