Teenwolf Fanfiction

Part 8

Danny exhaled slowly, steadying himself. He opened his eyes and looked at the back of the goal, ignoring Aiden's cocky grin as he absently spun the goalie stick in his hands. Suddenly he burst forward, sprinting at full pelt before projecting the ball with all his weight behind it. Perfectly. He watched as Aiden's eyes widened in surprise for a second, then the other boy darted across and caught the shot with ease. Damn. He hadn't been able to score against him all practice. He jogged forward, swapping sticks as they changed positions. 'That last one was close' smirked Aiden as he took up his position on the mark. Yeah not close enough thought Danny, hunkering down in the goal; ready for the ball that flew past him and straight into the net. Double damn.

Finally Coach blew the whistle and they gathered their kit, heading for the showers. 'Have you noticed Ethan?' Aiden asked him, nodding his head to where his twin was leaning up against a locker, laughing with Greenberg. Danny had noticed. The two had paired off for practice at the start of the evening; they'd eaten lunch together all week and Ethan had moved in maths to sit behind him. There was a time when Danny had loved Ethan, but that was before he had almost been killed by mistletoe poisoning. They decided to call it quits, as neither wanted Danny to be swept up in the unforgiving supernatural world that situated itself at Beacon Hills. The only thing that made their break up bearable was the pact; Aiden had suggested it since they were both miserable, and he had been included as a thank you. Danny couldn't help but smile when he thought about the first time – so awkward – but he was glad they had done it. He sighed. But now it was time to stop.

'We need to end the pact' he said, grabbing clean clothes from his locker. Aiden raised his eyebrows but nodded, accepting the decision. Ethan's happiness in an actual relationship was what mattered to Danny now. He was ready to let him go, to move on. Greenberg. Danny frowned – he was kinda cute? A little muscle tone but mainly lanky; straggly black curls that flopped over moss green eyes and a crooked grin that stretched to his ears when Ethan cracked a joke. He was a half decent lacrosse player and pretty smart too; Ethan could do worse. He glanced back over to the pair; Ethan was failing to subtly check out Greenberg as the boy swapped shirts. Danny chuckled at how obvious he was being.

Aiden huffed; 'looks like I'm gonna have to find a new stress release' he mused, and Danny elbowed him playfully. 'Who are you thinking?' he asked, hanging his kit up. Aiden titled his head, thinking, tucking his stick into the locker. '... Lydia Martin' he concluded decisively. Danny snorted and shook his head 'nope, not gonna work – you've done this before, remember?'. Aiden turned to him, predatory glint in his eyes. Danny swallowed. 'Challenge accepted' he murmured, slamming his locker a stalking off to the showers.

Danny blinked a couple of times. 'Lydia better be ready for that' he muttered under his breath, smiling slightly at his friend's confidence despite himself. But he was right though, thought Danny, slinging his bag over his shoulder; a new stress release was definitely in order. And he knew just who he wanted.

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Scott drove in silence. He hoped everyone would be able to meet tonight; they needed to make a plan. He glanced across at Stiles, who was nervously tapping his hand against his leg. He was going to be mad. Scott turned his concentration back to the road, trying to put aside the thoughts of betrayal. He did what he thought was right. He pulled up the drive way and parked the jeep next to Lydia's car, the girl in question opening the door as they stepped out onto the gravel. 'Allison just texted me' she informed them 'they're on their way, and Mason and Corey are almost here. I haven't heard anything from the others'.

Scott shut the door as Stiles flopped down on the sofa, unable to relax. He glanced over at Lydia sitting calmly on the armchair, waiting. He narrowed his eyes 'you know, don't you'. She just looked at him, eyes wide. Scott stepped in 'I told her not to tell you Stiles'; the accusing look the boy gave almost broke him. Scott braced himself for an onslaught but Stiles only swept a hand over his face and shifted to stare out of the window. Well this was already going well.

Twenty minutes later the living room was almost full: Hayden, Liam, Mason, Corey, Isaac, Allison, Malia, Kira, Derek and Braeden had arrived, gathering around the coffee table. Some stood, pacing. Others sat, staring at the floor or walls. All of them knew that what was to come next would be bad. The clock chimed, pulling everyone out of their reflections. Midnight. Scott coughed, capturing their attention. 'Kate is coming back' he said simply, shoulders sagging in defeat. A ripple spread through the room, people huddling closer together, hands being clutched and arms being extended in comfort. Braeden leaned forward 'you're sure?'. Lydia got up, standing next to Scott; 'Erica and Boyd told us' she announced, pausing out of respect. Derek and Isaac shared a grief stricken look. 'They've been keeping tabs on her for a while' she continued, dropping her hand onto Derek's shoulder 'and she's getting stronger'.

The two spent the next hour recounting everything Boyd and Erica had told them at the Nemeton earlier, trying to answer the pack's numerous questions. 'We need to be careful' concluded Scott 'she's slowly making her way back to Beacon Hills and we need to be ready'. Everyone got up to leave but Scott caught Derek's arm. 'Tell the others' he instructed; Derek gave him a crisp nod before walking away.

Scott rubbed a hand across his face and gently exhaled, releasing all of the evening's tension. Lydia placed a reassuring hand on his arm. 'Could have gone worse' he told her, staring through the window at the trail of receding tail lights. She offered him a kind smile mixed with an eye roll 'Scott of course they understood – they know that you try to do what you think is best, even if it means keeping things from them' her vision clouded 'but we still should have told them sooner'. Scott looked down at her, taking in the haunted gaze as she stared at the opposite wall. They stood like that for a moment, taking comfort in the normality; the calm before the storm. 'He's waiting' she said eventually, her hand slipping away from his bicep as she stepped around him and disappeared into the kitchen.

Scott trudged across the driveway, trying to avoid making eye contact with Stiles; he could feel the glare from the jeep. He yanked the door shut, pausing briefly before turning to face his friend. Stiles' whole body was slumped against the seat, defeated. 'Stiles ... I'm sorry'. He really was. He never should have kept something so big from his best friend, and he knew how useless Stiles would be feeling right now – for once – unable to help. He always told Stiles. Always. The boy pursed his lips and nodded a couple of times before sitting up straighter and tapping Scott's shoulder with his fist. Scott let a slight smile tug at the corner of his lips; they were fine. He started the engine and backed out onto the road. Thank God, because he was gonna need his Stiles.

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