Teen Wolf One Shots

Learning to be a dad (request)

"Coach, are you sure we shouldn't forfeit?" Scott questioned, watching the rain fall at a rapid pace, the thunder and lightning sounding out of Coach's office. However, the suggestion to forfeit made Coach Finstock bust out laughing.

"McCall, you may be a co-captain, but I'm the coach, and unless both you and Jackson agree on the forfeit, or Davenford is a no show, then we are playing tonight, understood?"

"Yes sir." The werewolf sighed, leaving the coach's office, but as soon as he came out, he was amazed by a large line outside of the nurse's office of kids and teachers alike,  blowing their noses, coughing into their elbows, or holding their throats, leading the teen to realize just how lucky he was that werewolves can't get sick.

"Yo, Scott!" Stiles called from his locker, clearly smitten as he glanced at Lydia, who was completely focused on Jackson and standing by his locker.

"What's up?"

"You, Jackson, me, Danny, Greenberg and like 12 other guys are the only ones on the team who aren't sick with whatever the heck has plagued most of the school. Do you know what that means?"

"That there is a school wide epidemic that will keep my mom at the hospital overtime?" Scott questioned, thinking logically and making a quick reminder to take Allison out that night after the game.

"Don't be ridiculous, Scott. It means I'm playing tonight!" Stiles squeaked happily after making his big announcement, only to be interrupted by a third voice that sarcastically cut him off.

"Oh my gosh, with Stiles playing, the game is saved!" Both Stiles and Scott turned to glare at the other lacrosse co-captain who had Lydia on his arm. "But seriously, with you playing tonight, Davenford is gonna kick our-"

"Hey, dude." Scott cut Jackson off, standing enough in front of Stiles to protect him if needed, but not enough for Jackson to make even more comments. "Knock it off. If you wanna forfeit, like I already tried to convince Coach to do, let's go talk to him together. No need to pick on people."

"Please, McCall." Jackson scoffed, standing in front of the floppy haired teen with a puffed chest while the strawberry blonde twirled her hair and tilted her head to the side, a smile on her face. "I'm gonna try to win, so just stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours, Stilinski." Before the pair walked off, with Stiles glaring at Jackson, hard enough that if looks could kill, sickness wouldn't be the only thing the school would have to deal with.

Scott had to stop him, as he was about to storm after them, saying under his breath.

"Oh, he did not just threaten me..."

"Chill, Stiles." Scott insisted, laying a hand on his best friend's shoulder, leading him away from the school's "power couple" and towards the classrooms. "No need to punch a spoiled brat."

....

While the thunder and lightening had stopped after school, the rain had only gotten harder, to prove that was the small amount of attendance on the Beacon Hills Twisters side.

Lydia, Allison, Jackson's parents, Danny's parents and some assorted people who came to every game. Melissa had been swamped with the school wide epidemic, and Noah had promised he would come, but unsurprising to his son, he was a no show.

Davenford, being one of the largest prep school's in the district, had a huge turn out of parents, friends, and overall fans, making Beacon Hills High look pitiful.

"Huddle up!" Jackson's voice snapped the sixteen year old out of his thoughts as he and the other lacrosse played came over to Jackson and Scott.

"Alright, get the ball to me or Scott at all costs. If we want the game to be a easy win, just get it to one of us."