Teenwolf Fanfiction

Part 9

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Saturday. Thank the werewolf deities. Stiles jumped out of bed – concussion forgotten – and hurriedly got dressed. He had a lot of avoiding all his problems to do today. First on his list: fix the jeep. Half way home last night the radiator had blown and they had just about managed to limp back with water leaking out all over the road. He grabbed a fresh roll of duct tape from the shelf and yanked the door open, mouth dropping open as he saw his father staggering past. In the same clothes as last night. Stiles grinned. 'Walk of shame!' he called over his shoulder as he loped down the stairs and out into the drive.

'Ow!' he yelped, clutching his hand as the steam from the broken radiator burnt him. He hissed and stared accusingly at the pipes. More duct tape. He tore a piece off with his teeth and leaned back over the engine, earning himself yet another grease stained shirt as he brushed against the oil plug. 'Hey'. Stiles yelped as he hit his head on the bonnet, surprised by the unexpected greeting. He rubbed the back of his head with his least greasy hand, leaning back to see who had caused him the injury.

Liam poked his head under the bonnet: 'what's wrong with it?' he asked. Stiles glared at him, snatching his duct tape up from the bumper and 'mending' a crack in the water reservoir. 'Nothing's wrong with it' he spat, defending his pride and joy 'it just needs fixing'. Liam glanced at the tape that coated every component engine before turning back to Stiles with an unconvinced look on his face 'is that safe?!'. He picked at a lose piece surrounding a bundle of wires; 'Shut up' Stiles ordered, slapping his hand away and slamming the bonnet.

'Ok great you're done I need a lift' Liam said, yanking open the passenger door. 'What?!' exclaimed Stiles 'Liam I am not giving you a lift – I'm not your personal chauffer!' he started to walk back into the house, leaving him in the driveway. 'But, the lacrosse game!' Liam called after him. Stiles froze in the door way. He glanced at the calendar hanging on the hall next to him; it was the 16th already. Damn. 'Start the car!' he yelled at Liam while sprinting up the stairs to grab his kit. He managed to yell at his dad that he had a game before whipping back outside and leaping into the jeep. So much for avoiding all his problems.

'Stilinski, Dunbar, you're late!' bellowed Coach as the two hurried into the locker room and started to change. Scott strode over, helping Stiles tighten his pads: 'where were you guys?!' he murmured 'this is the biggest game of the semester!'. Liam tore his jeans off and grabbed his shorts 'sorry but Hayden's car got a flat – by the time I ran to Stiles' it was already three!' he hissed. Scott scrutinised the two; 'you forgot didn't you'. Liam and Stiles shared a look then quickly turned their attentions back to stripping. Scott sighed and rejoined Coach's pregame tactics huddle; this mainly consisted of pointing out everyone's weak points then blowing the whistle in their faces.

Strategies discussed, the players burst out onto the field, the fans cheering from the stands; the rest of the pack whooped enthusiastically, Hayden and Corey waving a sign reading 'Go Cyclones!'. Mason jogged up to the bench and grabbed Stiles' shoulder; 'I found something – meet in the library after this'. He nodded 'yeah sure' and Mason rejoined the group on the benches. Coach took up his place and stared out over the pitch, hands on his hips triumphantly. 'Would you look at that' he said proudly 'it's a beautiful game plan'. Stiles rolled his eyes 'yeah Coach, it's inspired'. Coach blew his whistle sharply, startling Stiles and earning himself a mean glare from the boy. 'Let's dance!' he yelled, clapping his hands, the players taking their positions at his mark.

Scott stole the ball, charging forward and passing to Isaac as he was blocked by the first defender. The ball landed perfectly in Isaac's net, nestling for only a few seconds before he chucked it to Liam; the boy surged forward, dodging the opposition and throwing the ball towards the net. It sailed through the air – straight past the goalie – accompanied by Coach's delighted hollering. The shrill blast of the whistle sent the players back to their starting marks, the crowd shouting and applauding the victory.

Stiles flashed Scott a thumbs up as he jogged past, grinning at his best friend. Of course, Devenford didn't stand a chance; half of the team were werewolves. He surveyed the pitch, watching as they started play again. Ethan and Aiden were an unbeatable defence, smashing through any attacker lucky enough to break free; Liam and Kira were the ultimate shooters, light on their feet, easily swerving the through the defence; Scott, Isaac and Jackson made up midfield: strong and almost impenetrable. Stiles watched as they fluidly worked their way up to the goal, finally hurling the ball to Kira who jumped to catch it, twisting mid air to score yet another goal.

Coach punched the air 'yes Yukimura!' he flopped back down on the bench between Stiles and Theo 'she is top on this team'. Stiles snorted 'thanks Coach' Theo chuckled and tightened his net. 'Oh yeah ...' said Coach 'well Stilinski you're ... yeah – hey Mahealani!' he yelled, leaping up to avoid the awkward pep talk 'swap out!'. Danny jogged out of goal and passed the stick off to Theo. He slumped down next to Stiles, slipping off his helmet and unstrapping the cumbersome gloves. He wiped the sweat from his brow in the crook of his elbow '... they play a fast game'. Stiles kept his eyes on the players, not wanting to explore the tension suddenly surrounding them bench. 'Miller and the twins are such a good defence I barely get a chance to play' he tried again, glancing at Stiles through his peripheral vision. A roar emanated from the crowd as the sound of bodies smacking together interrupted their conversation, a grisly popping noise coming from the groaning boy sprawled on the floor.

'Aw hell!' cursed Coach, blowing the whistle and waving on the medical team to remove the injured shooter. 'Stilinski you're on!' called Coach; Stiles shot a concerned look towards the moaning boy on the stretcher before tugging on his helmet and taking his place, leaving Danny staring after him. He leaned closer to Kira as the ball was brought back to the starting position; 'what happened?!' he hissed, his anxiety growing as he eyed up the defender in front of him. Kira gave him a startled glance, trying to keep her position as she replied 'it was Brett, he just went wild and barrelled into him!'. The whistle blew once more and Stiles tried to clear his mind as he charged into play.

Eighteen points later the game was over; the Cyclones taking the victory and the fans going wild as the players took a lap then hit the showers. 'Phew, that was intense!' beamed Kira, her contagious euphoria raising the spirits of the tired, muddy team; 'we won!' she squealed, earning a laugh from the fellow players as she disappeared into the girl's changing rooms. 'Good job out there guys' enthused Scott, patting backs and catching high fives from the delighted boys as they shuffled around room, showering and shedding clothes.

Stiles stepped out of the showers, rubbing his hair with the towel that wasn't wrapped around his waist. Danny swallowed; an image floated into his mind of a much emptier room with a more naked Stiles. He shook his head to clear the memory. Damn that dream. He coughed 'hey Stiles, can we talk?'. The other boy whipped his head round, wide eyes and towel lopsidedly hanging off his head. Danny struggled to suppress a smile as he stared at the startled expression and goofy 'hat'. Stiles ripped the offending cloth off of his head and gave Danny a half hearted glare. He paused for a second then stuck out his tongue. Danny's eyes dropped to study the muscular organ, his brows raised in surprise at the childish gesture. Stiles' face lit up with mischief and he sauntered away, Danny only pausing for a brief moment before following him back to his locker.

Stiles unpacked his clean clothes as Danny perched on the bench, watching him. The other boy turned and faced him 'I have to study tonight, but I'm free tomorrow afternoon?'. Danny tried to hide his fluster and failed spectacularly, springing up from the bench but tripping over a renegade shoe and almost toppling onto Stiles. 'Woah you ok there big guy?' he asked, trying to catch his eye. 'Yeah, yeah I'm fine' he said, brushing imaginary dirt off of his shirt 'so tomorrow?'. Stiles nodded, removing his hand from Danny's arm; he hadn't even noticed the other boy holding him. 'Meet me at the coffee shop opposite the video rental store?' (yes, that video rental store, but no Demonic Peter this time I swear) 'Three o'clock' he told him, then started to get changed. Conversation clearly over, Danny wondered back to his locker. God he wanted him.

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