LOVERS ROCK

chapter eight ; lunatic
[ season one - episode eight ]

Staring up at a sky full of stars, the world spun around her. A quarter of a bottle of Jack Daniels in her system as she giggled at absolutely nothing, listening to the two teenage boys talk through a breakup that Scott was in complete denial of. The past three days had been a lot for them, they'd all been through a lot. The school, and everything that followed it. Allison wasn't the only one in need of time to think, at least that was what Scott claimed she was doing during this "break." He preferred to call it that. No matter how much it seemed like a breakup, he refused to believe that that was what this was.

In the past two days of school being closed, their parents had grown as protective as ever. Jude had turned to a house arrest for his daughter, refusing to let her out of his sight if it posed a risk of a murderer trying to kill her again. Both of them knew what it really was, but the two chose a more oblivious approach, simply referring to it as a murderer. No names. No werewolf. No talk of an Alpha. Just the average town serial killer. Noah Stilinski's approach was similar, he had been inspired by Jude's approach, only he couldn't rely on his son staying home while he was at work, Stiles was much too mischievous for that. In desperate times, there was only one place that he'd trusted his son to go. And that was to the blonde girl's house. With jude. A man with a gun. Jude could protect his son while he tried protecting the rest of the town.

Tonight, the two of them had Kate to thank for being allowed out of the house, if not for her, the two of them would have never convinced Jude to let them see Scott and help him through such a painful breakup that he was so torn up over. At least that was what they had told the man, the guilt had to be laid on thick, it was the only way he would let them out of that door without him as a personal bodyguard.

Scott himself was concerned about being out of the house while the Alpha was running around town, unlike the two of them, he didn't get the permission of his mother, while she was at work, he had snuck out, unbeknownst to what his two friends had planned. All he knew was that they had turned up at his front door, insisting that he come with them, providing him with no further detail until they were already at lookout point, when Stiles had pulled the bottle out of his coat.

The details after that were blurry, half of a bottle of whiskey had been drunk since then, taking a larger effect on Honey and Stiles than it had on Scott. He sat on a bolder, staring at the fire they had created while the two of them had the warmth of the alcohol in their bodies.

"She's just one girl. You know, there are so many... There are so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrected the blabbering Stiles.

"Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love them. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three." He drifted off into his thoughts.

Stiles drifted off into the thought of Lydia Martin while Scott shook his head, part of him wishing that he was as drunk as the two of them. Stiles didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't care about it either, that was what he needed, not to care. And Honey, well, he had hardly heard a peep out of her since they had gotten here. She was staring up at the moon in silence, only the occasional giggle escaping her, reminding them that she was still here. She was deep in thought. Reminiscing on a love of her own.

They would do this all the time, sit and stare at the stars, tracing the constellations for hours, the only people out would be the two of them. Completely alone. Just the way they liked it. The last time she had done this, was the night that her mother had died. When she chose to spend just a little longer with him when she could have been talking her mother out of her death. Before she had gotten here tonight, she had had no intention of drinking the whiskey that Stiles had stolen from his dad, she planned on being the designated driver, only here to support her friend while he grieved his relationship. Once she had gotten here, once she was reminded of that night, she couldn't do it sober.

"Hey," A finger jabbed her arm repeatedly as Stiles rolled on his stomach, remembering that she was here too, and now he was prepared to do what he did best, irritate her. "Hey, Winnie. Hey. I- Are you there? Hello?" He continued jabbing her, even when she had turned her head, looking in his eyes to show that she was listening he continued, waiting for a verbal answer. "Hey, Winnie."

"What?" The blonde snapped at him as she sat up.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asked. "And I don't mean like a little crush. I mean in love." He asked as the blonde girl nodded, her brows furrowed as she wondered why he asked. "What's it like?" He questioned her again.

She paused for a moment as she pondered the question. There were a million answers to it, she had felt a million different feelings. It wasn't just one thing. It was consuming, and terrifying yet beautiful. There were highs and lows. In her experience, a fair share of both. The lows hurt more than the highs felt victorious. It might be the best thing she had ever felt. But that was all in the past, all she was left with now were memories. Memories that hurt. The simplest things that had acted as a reminder of what she left behind, or what she was left behind with. So as Stiles waited for her answer, she summarised it, a simple word that the boy's intoxicated mind would be able to remember in the morning. It sucked. Love sucked.

Honey sighed as she took another large gulp of the whiskey, laying back to watch the moon and stars again while the two boys stared at her with wide eyes. She had always seemed like the kind to think that love was the best thing in existence, they were prepared for a sonnet to escape her, not those two words of love sucking. It was two words that Scott could agree with. Right now, he felt like it sucked too. With that damper on their evening, the babbling drunk boy turned back to Scott, trying to console him once again, trying to cheer him up, but it only made matters worse.

"Come on, dude." Stiles slurred his words. "I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But Winnie does. But I know this. I know that as much as it hurts being broken up with hurts, being alone is way worse." He continued as Scott's brows furrowed, the blonde had sat up, sharing Scott's look of confusion as they both wondered if that was supposed to make him feel better. He realized it for himself as he chuckled, reaching for another drink before Honey stood up, taking it from his hand, insisting that he was cut off from now on. He had consumed most of the bottle, and it was beginning to show.

As the blonde stood with the bottle in her hand, it was snatched from her, taking her by surprise as she turned to see two older teenagers behind her. Unger and Reddick. Notorious bullies, that typical kind of bully who is still in high school well into their twenties because they had repeated the same grade more times than they could count to. "Well, look at the little bitches getting their drink on." Reddick laughed as he stared down on the short drunken blonde who scowled at him.

"Give it back." She spat out, stepping up to him as Scott jumped up from his seat to pull her back before she got herself squished by someone much larger than she was.

"Oo, the little girl's got mouth." Reddick joked as he turned to Unger.

"Give it back," Scott repeated his words with a scowl, a hand stretched across her.

"What's that, little man?"

"Scott, maybe we should just go," Stiles suggested from behind them.

They brought him here to get drunk, and he wasn't drunk yet. He stepped closer to the large boy who took a swig from their bottle. Finding himself unintimidated by three sophomores. The wolf repeated it again, demanding the bottle back, Reddick shook his head, humored until Scott took a shaper look at him, his eyes glowing yellow, his voice distorted as he demanded again. The girl took a step back from the wolf as she watched the fear in Reddick's eyes grow, Scott's claws just beginning to make their appearance. Finally intimidated, the older teen held out the bottle, the wolf snatching it out of his hand, throwing it against a tree, smashing it as the five of them stood in silence.

Unger and Reddick held up their hands in surrender, agreeing to leave them alone. Scott nodded in agreement as he walked away with his hands dug into his pocket, leaving his friends to follow, they both shared a concerned look as they chased after the wolf, neither feeling as drunk as they had just a few minutes ago. The confrontation had managed to sober them up slightly, but it was far from enough for either of them to drive themselves home. A task that Scott offered to handle, he felt sober enough to drive, he felt like he hadn't drunk at all, someone would have to help the two of them walk from the car to Honey's front door.

The fresh air seemed to hit his two friends as they both groaned the entire car ride home, Stiles's head was hanging out of the window, waiting to throw up at any moment, Honey gagging just at the thought of Stiles throwing up, both would wake up regretting the decision to drink, they had a feeling this hangover would last until school opened again on Monday.

As the three pulled up to Honey's house they were met at the door by an unimpressed Jude and Kate, who could feel the anger radiating from her boyfriend, the same heat that had she had felt coming from him since the moment she broke the news that she had let Honey and Stiles out of the house to see Scott. In her defense, they didn't tell her it included drinking, which was clearly the case, they could smell the whiskey from a mile away. While Scott did the honors of helping a drunken Honey out of the car, Jude handled his best friend's son, neither in a state to carry their own weight.

"How much did they drink?" The man asked the wolf as they stumbled back to the house.

Bee came running out, pouncing on the drunken girl until they both hit the floor, his tail wagging as the blonde girl giggled, running her hands through his golden floor. "Hi, Mom. I like your hair. Did you do something different with it?" Her words were slurred as the two adults looked at her with raised brows.

Scott turned back to her father. "Not much."

·❥·

On Monday morning, Honey and her father pulled into the school parking lot, following a cruiser here to ensure the safety of teenagers in Beacon Hills. There were still traces of that night around them, glass scattered across the floor from the broken, now taped, window where the Alpha had thrown Stiles's car engine through it. Blood stains still on the floor, marking the place where the Alpha had killed Derek, a name now only used when talking about the town's serial killer. There were bound to me a million reminders as to what had happened Wednesay night, and she didn't know if she was ready to face any of them.

But it wasn't a choice. In the two days that the school was closed and the weekend, she had lost a braincell or two being around her father for so long, smothered by his protectiveness, she only had herself to blame for his behaviour yesterday, when he had become the worst she'd ever saw him. Part of her believed he did it to just to show her why she should never drink again. But that was something he didn't have to worry about, the hangover was enough of a reminder.

She turned to the man in the driver's seat, just as she had, his eyes scanned over the school as it occurred to him that it wasn't the safest place for her to be after all, at home with him was. Back at home she had him to protect her, a trained hunter who could kill the real thing this town was up against. Not to mention Kate, she could provide extra protection. And then he had a thought, protecting Honey and Allison at the same time, an entire house of hunters to ensure that neither of them would be in a mile radius of a werewolf.

"You know I hear homeschooling-"

"No." Honey cut off her father. "Over my dead body."

"But-"

"Dad." She stopped him once again, her hand wrapped around the door handle, ready to escape the man as she provided him with a stern look. Homeschooling was one thing that wasn't going to be in her future. Demon Alpha werewolves out to kill the town, maybe. But not that. The man raised his hands, allowing the idea to be put aside for a moment as she opened the car door. "By the way, I'm going out with Scott and Stiles tonight so don't wait up!" She announced, slamming the door behind her before he could say anything about it, running up the pathway to the school until the cars behind her father's beeped him away.

The blonde made a quick stop at her locker before she headed to her test, a note waiting for her, falling out at her feet as she looked around, seeing if the person who had left it was near, looking over until she had opened it. She expected a few things from the note, perhaps some message a fellow classmate had left to poke fun at the incident she had been involved in, trying to scare her into a mental breakdown just when the nightmares of glowing red eyes had stopped. Honey had unwrapped the small piece of paper expecting anything but a note from Stiles asking for help in tonight's full moon, Scott's first full moon.

She scoffed as she crumpled up the piece of paper. Had he never heard of a text message? With a roll of her eyes, the girl slammed her locker shut, heading to her test where she could ask exactly why he thought a note was necessary, not only did they live in the 21st century, but she thought it would be obvious that she would be helping them tonight. She couldn't let him handle Scott's first full moon on his own, half of the town would be dead by morning.

As she walked into the classroom she found her two best friends already in their seats, waiting to begin their test. Scott and Allison were sat just a few feet apart, both with awkward looks across their faces, for some reason, she was left with the assumption that the wolf had dared to try and fix things in the classroom of all places, moments before a test. Scott wasn't always the smartest when it came to things like this, he was inexperienced, bound to make mistakes, and Allison had spoken a million words with the look across her face. One she had tried to hide when she'd seen Honey, feigning a smile, trying to keep the peace. Just because she and Scott were on the rocks, she didn't want that to be the same for her and the blonde. They were practically family now her aunt was dating the girl's father.

Honey took the seat beside Stiles, pointing at the estranged couple, before she could complete a sentence asking if Scott had done what she thought, he nodded in agreement, she had missed it by a second, and she would be eternally grateful for such a thing. "What was with the note?" She asked, pulling it out of her pocket, her face contorted.

"I thought your dad might be checking your texts." Stiles shrugged. A fair point as the girl agreed it was a smart move, it was a surprise that her father wasn't doing that, at least not yet, maybe it would come after tonight, depending on how badly their first full moon with Scott went.

All noise came to a halt as Harris stood at the front of the class, prepared to make his speech, his face already filled with digust, he was always considerably moodier when it was a test day. All of the teenagers in front of him might have been forced into silence, but he worked with a handful of incompetent kids who would undoubtedly disappoint him with the results. Some didn't make it as far as the paper to disappoint him, every year someone would forget to write their name on the front of their test, making him question why he ever decided this career path.

The test had barely begun, hardly a minute had gone by since Harris had begun the timer before it was interrupted by the sound of a scraping chair, Scott had jumped up out of his seat, flustered as he made a hasty exit, leaving everyone confused, especially his two friends who knitted their brows, their eyes darting between each other and the door that the wolf had ran out of. Harris's voice called after the wolf, but it hadn't brought him back. Stiles jumped up next, chasing Scott, Honey had prepared to do the same as she grabbed her bag from beneath her desk.

"Miss Carter." Harris's voice warned her. "Take another step and a fail isn't the only thing you will be getting this semester." He said as he waved a hefty stack of detention slips, with a sigh, Honey dropped back into her seat, looking over at a guilt-ridden Allison who wanted to know if the wolf was okay just as much as she did.

For the remainder of the day, Honey struggled to catch up with the boys, neither anywhere to be seen, neither answering her texts to see if they were okay. They had disappeared at lunch. She'd lacked a shared class with them, able to see them then. For all she knew, the two of them chose to skip after the test, leaving her to deal with school alone, and potentially Allison, who might be looking for the same answers she was. Luckily, the brunette hadn't asked such a thing, she left it out of their conversations, hoping to avoid any awkwardness between them, neither needed the suffering they were already going through to be worsened by that.

Even if she was unsure whether Scott and Stiles had skipped school, Honey took her chances as she wandered onto the field for the afternoon practice, wondering if the two of them would have shown their faces. Scott had a place on first line at risk, one that he had worked hard to get, and Stiles, well, he just had fomo when it came to lacrosse. Surely enough, she found the boy with an overwhelming case of fomo sitting on the benches, biting on his glove, nervous before the drills had even begun.

"Hey, where have you been?" Honey asked as she sat down beside him.

"Have you seen Scott?" The Stilinski boy deflected, looking past her, wondering what was taking Scott so long to complete the little mission that he had sent him on.

"I thought he would be with you."

"He was." Stiles reassured her. "But then he told me that he could smell things, things like sexual attraction and I sent him on a mission to sniff out Lydia. But was at least ten minutes ago. I don't know what's taking him so long." Honey didn't know where to begin, perhaps with the question of why Stiles couldn't simply ask Lydia himself if she had any interest in him, or maybe by giving him a lecture on chasing girls who had boyfriends, though Jackson could have used a lecture or two himself considering the flirting he did while dating the redhead. She hadn't had the chance to do any before Stiles began babbling again. "You're a girl, right?"

"Yeah, thanks for noticing." The blonde's face contorted, slightly offended.

"I mean, you're a girl. So you know how girl's think, right?" He asked, the girl nodded, unsure if it was clear to him how strange he sounded. "So do you think Lydia's interested in me? Do I have a chance or am I in out of my head here?"

Honey erupted in laughter, failing to believe he was seriously asking her about Lydia Martin who had made it clear since the moment she had arrived in town that she hated her. The last person he should ask about Lydia's body language was her, the only thing that she read on her was just pure hatred. Stiles stared at her, waiting for her to stop laughing, to give him an actual answer in actual words rather than just laughing at him, which wasn't a confidence boost.

The girl was left flabbergasted, wondering if Stiles has missed the past few weeks where Lydia's teeth had practically been in her neck, ready to kill her whenever they were in the same room. It was as though he was completely oblivious to anything beside the redhead's looks. Luckily, the wolf had returned, saving her from having to answer the question as he sat down beside them, a hurd of questions thrown his way as Stiles questioned what happened with Lydia. Whether she'd implied that she liked him or even flat out admitted to it. Scott seemed distracted, but he gave a simple answer that had Stiles leaping for joy. Yeah, she likes you, he told the boy, she was totally into him. While Stiles celebrated, almost exploding with joy, Honey stared at the wolf, convinced that something was going on with him. He seemed different.

She sat anxiously on the bench as she watched the practice, a close eye on Scott, wondering if it was just her, or if something was different about him. Stiles didn't seem to think anything, but it could hardly be expected for him to notice after the news he had just received, he would be out of commission for at least the next week, his mind consumed by all things Lydia Martin.

Scott was first to try and attack against the two players defending the goal, he was off his game as the two of them knocked him down with as little as a slight push, erupting laughter across the field as everyone wondered what happened to the undefeatable McCall that they had seen lately on the field. Honey hoped that he would brush it off, that for once, he wouldn't be wound up by the laughter and feel the need to prove himself, not when the full moon was tonight, he couldn't be stupid enough to attempt fate like that.

"Who's next?" Coach asked as he looked at his line of players, a nervous Stiles stood at the front, if they could take down Scott so easily, he was toast. "You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"

"Bilinski?" Honey mumbled, perhaps it was a new name that Coach had created for the boy, one that she couldn't quite understand, though Coach was quite the unique character.

Stiles was about to step up before Scott approached him, holding his stick out against his chest as he stopped his best friend from taking another shot, without a word, he had insisted that he'd be taking another shot at them, not willing to go down so easily. That was when Honey realized it was her who was stupid to think that Scott would be able to brush off the opinions of the team as she stood up, approaching the sideline, standing beside Jackson who wore a smirk.

Scott prepped himself as he hunched over, preparing to charge at the players a second time, this time, with more power than he had used the first, he meant it this time. Stiles remained behind, a bad feeling beside him, a feeling of deja vu as he recalled the times before where Scott allowed his temper to get the best of him, using it on the field, someone always ended up hurt. Scott ran at the two players, shoving both of them until they had lost their balance, falling to their feet, he took his shot at the goal, but no ordinary shot, no, as Danny stepped forward to block his shot, a stick hit him across the face, knocking him to the ground. But Scott only cared about the goal he had been able to score with Danny out of the way.

"Danny!" Jackson and Honey's voice shouted in unison as they rushed to help him. He lay with a bloody nose, his face disoriented as he failed to answer their questions of whether he was okay, it was clear he wouldn't be, not after the hit he had taken from Scott. Honey looked up to see the Stilinski boy amongst the crowd, she nodded over to their friend, suggesting that he figure out if Scott was insane to go after Danny like that. All it had taken was that look for Stiles to rush off to the wolf who stood aside, unbothered about Danny's condition.

As the paramedics intervened, the group surrounding the boy stood up, all looking over at Scott, a feeling of hated growing amonst each of his teammates, watching as Stiles lectured him. Lydia came rushing through, shoving her way to the front where Jackson and Honey stood, acting like she had been here the entire time.

"Is he okay? She asked as she looked at the beaten player on the floor.

Without looking her way, Jackson began answering the question. "Yeah, it looks like he just has a bloody nose..." He paused as he looked at his girlfriend, Honey had already noticed the smear of pink lipstick around her mouth, the side affect of a heavy makeout session. A sloppy one. An inappropriate one perhaps. "Your lipstick." He deadpanned.

Lydia pulled out her compact mirror, seeing the smear. "Oh, huh, wonder how that happened."

"Yeah, I wonder." Honey mumbled under her breath, the redhead shooting her a sharp look, the blonde didn't back off this time, narrowing her eyes at the girl. She knew what she had done. It was no coincidence that Scott had been asked to talk to her, only for him to come back acting as though he was a different person and for her lipstick to be smudged. Her eyes moved to Stiles, a look of shock across his face, his jaw on the floor as he too pieced together the puzzle.

·❥·

As the full moon slowly approached them, Stiles and Honey pulled up to the McCall house, they had hardly spoken since he had picked her up, though his clenched jaw made it clear that since the practice earlier, he was yet to find any closure in Scott and Lydia making out. It hadn't been confirmed with words, it didn't need to be. What they had seen made it clear enough, and it was more than enough to leave Stiles infuriated, feeling betrayed. Honey had suggested that she do it alone, she was sure she could handle Scott's transformation alone if he wasn't up for talking to the werewolf after what he had done. Perhaps allowing time for everyone to cool down. But that suggestion had quickly been brushed off, Stiles was adamant on doing this tonight.

Stiles pulled his spare key out of his pocket, unlocking the front door to the McCall house, Honey knew that the two of the boys were close, but she didn't think they had exchanged keys, she had a few questions, more so for Scott, questioning why he would ever allow Stiles free reign of a key to his house. She had lived with the boy for weeks, she knew how he raided a fridge.

The two walked into the house to hear Melissa calling Scott's name, she walked into the foyer, a look of surprise across her face, she clearly wasn't expecting guests tonight, nor did she expect to be home as she stood in her scrubs. She greeted the two of them with a smile anyway, it was far from the first time she had found Stiles in her home without a warning, though this time, he held a key in his hand, her house key. A copy, if she had to assume.

Stiles chuckled as he held it up, admitting that he had one made, for ease of access, joking that Scott was terrible at answering the door. It wasn't wrong, it often took climbing through Scott's bedroom window to alert him of their presence, but even Honey knew that wasn't enough for him to get a key cut to the home. Melissa wasn't surprised, scared, but not surprised. A feeling that was mutual for the blonde who knew she would have to ask if he had one to her house on that keyring of his. Stiles dropped his sports bag to the floor, cringing as it clattered, the entire house shaking beneath its weight as Honey took a deep breath, wishing the ground would just swallow her whole already.

"What is that?" Melissa questioned.

"A school project." The blonde girl quickly lied, an innocent smile across her face that Melissa quickly fell for as she nodded. "Scott said he could use the extra credit."

"He's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally." Stiles reassured her, perhaps a complete lie, after the way that he'd acted today, they couldn't be sure that was even Scott anymore. But neither of them could tell a worried mother that. Instead, they reassured her that it had just been a rough week, that he had a lot of things to wrap his head around, that, Melissa could understand. With the breakup and all of the stuff that happened at the school, it was understandable that her son was a little down in the dumps, more so than usual.

Melissa opened the front door, ready to leave the two teenagers to it, sure that her house would still be in one piece when she returned, only because Honey was here, and she seemed to be the good influence that her son and Stiles needed in their lives. Before she stepped out of the house she gave them a word of warning. To be careful tonight. There was a full moon.

The two had frozen still at the mention of those two little words, did she know? Had Scott been so obvious lately that she had caught on? After practice it was obvious that he didn't care about discretion, who were they to know if he lacked it around his mother too. Their hearts sunk, they shared a lump in their throat as they laughed nervously, asking why she would say that. Melissa joked about it, telling them that they should have seen the ER on full moons, it brought out all of the nut jobs. That was the entire meaning behind the word lunatic, the way people acted when a full moon was out. She left laughing to herself while Honey and Stiles remained with uneasiness inside of them, hoping that the McCall house wouldn't be like the ER tonight.

On that note, Honey leaped ahead, rushing to get to Scott as Stiles picked up the sports bag, the moon would be up and taking its affect any moment, they couldn't waste another second of the werewolf being unchained. Today, he was lethal. The two talked through the plan again as they walked into Scott's darkened bedroom, assuming that he hadn't gotten home yet, perhaps he'd popped out for some full moon supplies of his own. Honey flicked the lightswitch, illuminating the room, jumping out of her skin as they saw Scott across the room, sitting in his armchair, his eyes piercing into them.

"Jesus, Scott." Honey held onto her chest. "You scared the hell out of us. We thought you were out." She complained as she sat on the edge of his bed, trying to start her heart again.

"I came in in through the window." He replied hoarsely.

"Okay..." Stiles mumbled, unsure why he wouldn't just use the front door like they had, like the thing most normal people did. Especially in their own house. "Let's get this set up, I want you to see what I got." He continued as he kneeled to his sports bag.

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"Scott." Honey scoffed, laughing to herself. "If it was that easy don't you think I would have told you that by now. Full moons are no joke. Your not fine."

"Yeah, you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out," Stiles added.

Scott insisted that he was fine, suggesting that the two of them leave, he spoke hoaresely, with a voice that didn't seem like his own, emphasisng the whole serial killer persona Stiles claimed he had. Stiles shrugged, tossing the bag back to the floor, willing to give up, still unsure why he was helping him anyway after what he had done earlier. Honey pulled him down by the shirt collar, a simple warning, they weren't going anywhere until the full moon was over. Despite the fight he'd put up, Scott agreed to see what Stiles had brought to control his transition tonight, watching as the boy pulled out a long metal chain that never seemed to end.

"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"

"Actually," Honey bent down to join them on the floor, Scott was too busy sharing a scowl with Stiles to notice her hand reaching into the bag. "No." She finished, placing the handcuff around his wrist, chaining him to the radiator faster than he had the chance to react to.

The two of them quickly stood up, eager to gain some space between them and the werewolf, an angered werewolf who struggled to get out of the handcuff she had placed him in. They'd hoped for Scott to be more compliant, willing to help himself tonight by doing what was necessary, but it appeared that wasn't the case.

"Win, can you give us a second?" He asked as the girl looked at him with a furrowed brow, asking herself if it was a good idea to leave the two of them alone, there was thickening tension around them, anger that was smothering her. Despite her hesitation, she agreed, telling him she'd be in the hall if he needed her. As soon as she was out of the room he turned back to the wolf. "This is to protect you from yourself. And to give you some payback. For trying to kiss Lydia."

He pulled out a water bottle from the sports bag along with a dog bowl that had Scott written on it in a scribble, he kept his eyes on the infuriated wolf as he poured the water into the bowl, if the boy wanted to act like a dog, he insisted on treating him that way too. He knew he was being just a little petty, Lydia wasn't his to get mad over, but he couldn't help it, not with how he felt.

"I'm gonna kill you!" The wolf bellowed at him, startling the girl out in the hall as she ran toward the door, hoping not to find Scott with his hand around Stiles's throat. The two of them couldn't have been further apart, though terrorising him, Stiles was smart enough to not get too close to Scott while he did so.

"You tried to kiss her, Scott, okay? You tried to kiss Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I- And you know, the past three hours I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, and he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch. A freaking piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me." Scott snarled at him. "She would have done a lot more, too." He said, smirking with every word as the boy began walking out of the room, unable to hear anymore, that hadn't stopped Scott from shouting it into the hallway, leaving Honey stood in the middle of the room, trying to figure out who she was stood in front of. "You should've seen the way she was all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

There was silence for a moment as Scott finally shut up, Stiles out in the hall, his head buried in his hands as he tried to block out the words that Scott had said to him, lies, he hoped. "You've really fucked up this time, Scotty." Honey spoke solemnly as she prepared to leave him alone, a second thought passing her before she left, turning back to him. "And I really hope this if the full moon talking, because the last thing we all need is another jackass walking around school."

For what felt like forever, Honey and Stiles had sat on opposing sides of the halls, waiting for the full moon to pass over and for their normal, kinder friend to return to them, if that was possible, Honey wasn't sure if it had gone too far, if this was Scott now, perhaps this was what the bite did to people, she wouldn't know, she didn't know him before he was bitten, Scott was her first real experience of the bite from the beginning. If this was what it did to people, she wondered what he was like before the bite, if he was a better person than when she'd known him.

The long silence was broken by Scott's quiet begging, pleading for her to let him out, that it was just the full moon, telling her that he would never do this on purpose, she ignored him, this was a rouse, he just wanted to trick her, to let him out so he could run the town rabid. She would be a fool to fall for such a joke. Scott continued to beg no matter how much they ignored him. It was the full moon, it was the breakup with Allison, he told her, he knew that it wasn't a break, Allison had broken up with him. And it was killing him. He felt hopeless.

Honey refused to listen, no matter how much she wanted to believe that it was Scott and not the full moon. But she couldn't. She knew he was playing on her weaknesses, this wasn't new, it was far from her first rodeo, perhaps she hadn't been there from the beginning of his transitions but even months into it there were parts still similar, he too had preyed on her weaknesses.

Before she knew it, painful silence had turned into painful screaming from the bedroom, the two in the hall wincing as they covered their ears, a sound that made them sick to their stomach, not an unusual feeling today. And then, it just stopped. Silence returned. Their heads raising, neither sure whether to be relieved by the sudden silence again.

"Scott?" Honey mumbled as she slowly stood up. "Scott, are you okay?" She asked, slowly she'd approached the door with Stiles following her lead, unsure what they were going to be met with as she slowly pushed it open. The room was empty, Scott was gone, his handcuffs empty, laying on the floor, blood smeared across his laminate flooring. "We need to go." Honey insisted as she snatched Stiles's keys from Scott's dressed, rushing downstairs.

The two of them had drove around town, looking everywhere they could think for a rabid wolf, it wasn't something they had much experience with, all they knew was that if they heard about an accident, that was where to go, and if in doubt, their search would be moved on foot, they would be forced to scour the entire preserve for Scott until they knew he was alive, safe, and didn't kill anyone tonight.

It was as they came to that last resort that they came to a sharp stop, seeing a string of cop cars and ambulances at the side of the preserve. Stiles immediately turned the car off, jumping out, the worst in his mind as he prayed to god that his father was okay. He examined the face of each cop while Honey walked closer to a gurney, an arm hanging from beneath the white sheet, she'd too hoped for the best, hoping that this wasn't Scott's doing, that he hadn't killed Noah while in a lunatic mindset. Before she had the chance to pull back the white sheet, they heard Noah, the man called their name, washing them with relief as they turned to see him in perfect health and a furrowed brow, questioning why the two of them were out here when they were meant to be in Scott's house hanging out, at least that was what his son had told him.

"That one's Stiles?" Chris Argent asked, sat beside his fellow hunter Jude, Kate in the backseat of the car as they pulled up to the crime scene, watching the Sheriff wrap his son and the blonde in a large hug. Jude had too thought his daughter was at the McCall house tonight, not out when it was so dangerous in their town.

"Another one of Honey's friends." Jude nodded. A thought crossed his mind, a terrible thought, a thought at that. One that he couldn't put aside, he had to ask, no matter how much it made him feel sick. "The night that you came across those two betas, one of them was smaller, right?" The Carter man asked. Chris hummed in agreement. "Well, was it just smaller? Or could it have been a girl?" He questioned the man, surprising the hunter in the driver's seat.

"Jude." Kate leaned forward between the two seats. "Your not saying that-"

"What if my daughter is involved in all of this business again? More than last time?"