The downside of not being a werewolf was the lack of stamina and agility when trying to keep up with the supernatural anytime the rise of a situation called for it. Of course, Stiles made up for it with his brain and ability to come up with solutions for said problem, including his sarcasm but sometimes that just wasn't enough.

For example, Stiles was having trouble trying to keep pace with Scott as they scoured the dark woods of Beacon Hills for Liam Dunbar, a very newly turned werewolf Scott had bitten a few months before to keep the kid from falling off the roof of the hospital. It was a full moon out and even though it's been a month, Liam still had trouble controlling himself but Stiles didn't blame him. Before the werewolf troubles, the kid had a really bad temper which just made him a ticking time bomb.

Making his way into the ditch that his best friend had casually jumped into, Stiles almost lost his balance as his feet slid on the soft dirt but he caught himself on the side of a rock and tried to play it off as he straightened up and fixed his shirt. Watching Scott shining his damn flashlight at the ground, made Stiles remember that he had one but the batteries were dead.

"Scott, anything?" Stiles said, worry etched onto his face. Despite how little he and Liam had gotten along in the beginning, Stiles had grown fond of the guy in the past month and he'd be upset if anything were to happen to him.

Scott shook his head, shining the light in the darkness. "Nothing yet. His scent isn't gone, it's here but it's fading."

Stiles sighed and passed a hand through his hair, turning to look into the darkness behind them. He was nervous, he was always nervous but being out here past sundown had never been a good idea. The only reason they were out here was because Liam had called them two hours ago and said that Theo was in the woods and he was up to something. After that call, Scott and Stiles decided to come get Liam and see what he was talking about. They tried to call him a few times but he didn't pick up.

However, Stiles had a terrible gut feeling that something was off.

Stiles pulled his phone out of his back pocket and started to dial Malia when a growl came from behind him. Turning to face Scott, he was met by his best friend staring at something a few yards ahead of them. Not having Scott's werewolf vision, he had to squint to see who Scott was growling at.

"Scott--"

A roar exploded out of Scott's throat before Stiles could finish asking him what was wrong and walking closer, he was able to make out the guy Stiles had grown to despise since his return. Theo was standing at the base of a tree, holding onto the back of someone's shirt collar. There was blood on his hands and shirt and upon closer inspection, Stiles saw that the person Theo had was Liam.

Stiles made a sound of surprise and made to move toward Liam, his name passing his lips, not caring about Theo still standing there but Scott stopped him by putting an arm out. Stiles turned to look at Scott, utterly bewildered that he'd stop him from going to Liam.

"Theo, what did you do?" Scott demanded as calmly as he could.

Theo glared at Scott, his eyes shifting back and forth between Stiles and the true alpha. "The brat was following me around. So, I only did what I thought was necessary."

Stiles frowned as Theo tossed the unconscious beta on the ground before he cursed under his breath and glared daggers at the chimera. He hated this guy with a passion and he wanted nothing more than to see him burn. He wished that he had some kind of power to make Theo suffer and feel pain, regardless of Scott's no-killing rule. Theo crossed a line the moment he hurt Liam and Stiles would not let that stand.

For a brief moment, Theo watched him with a slightly amused smirk, as if he knew what he was thinking. Stiles tightened his hands into fists and went around Scott's arm, not caring that he was human and wouldn't do any damage. He'd been around enough supernatural to know how to make a punch hurt a werewolf. He'd had tons of practice. So without thinking about it, he closed the distance between himself and the chimera and swung as hard as he could at his face.

Stiles heard something crack but when he didn't feel any pain and heard Theo cursing, he smiled in sweet satisfaction that he had managed to break the boy's nose. His hand hurt of course but it wasn't broken or mangled and he felt very proud of himself.

"You fucking bitch!" Theo growled behind the blood gushing out of his nose. He grabbed onto Stiles' shirt and shoved him against the tree he was standing in front of. Stiles' back hit the tree roughly and he winced, even as Theo raised his hand to hit him across the face. Stiles grunted and ducked the next attack as he felt someone grab him to pull him to the ground. There was a growl by his ear and he relaxed when he finally realized that it was Liam crouching protectively in front of him. Scott was standing in front of them both, snarling in anger at Theo.

"If I were you Theo, I'd leave before someone loses control," Scott said menacingly, his eyes flaring red.

As if weighing his options, Theo looked from Scott to Stiles and Liam before backing away, his eyes cold. "You're dead, Stiles!"

When Theo ran off and disappeared, Stiles allowed himself to fully relax. He was just thankful that Liam was okay and that they all could sleep a little more peacefully tonight.

Turning his gaze to Liam, he saw that the cuts and bruises were already healing and that he was fully conscious now. Liam's blue eyes were staring at him, almost like they were trying to bore into his very soul, and feeling a little uncomfortable, Stiles cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet.

"I think we should head back to our respective homes for the night," Stiles winced and gingerly touched his cheek. It wasn't broken but there was sure to be a bruise there in the morning and he knew he was going to have to explain this to his dad. "I'll drop you guys off. Come on."

As Stiles began to walk back in the direction of where he'd parked his Jeep, Liam sidled up next to him, subtly taking his hand, and started to take some of the pain. Stiles shifted his gaze to Liam and gave him a grateful nod before his focus returned.

"Stiles, how did you do that?" Scott finally asked.

"Do what?" Stiles said dumbly.

"You broke Theo's nose, dude!" Scott exclaimed, sounding a little freaked out and upset. "And before that, you were next to me one second and in front of Theo the next! How did you do that?"

Stiles was confused. Extremely confused. Like, time paradox confused. What the hell was Scott saying?

"I don't know dude, maybe you're just reading too much into what happened," Stiles said, his tone suggesting that he was slightly upset. "I don't have superspeed or superstrength, I was angry at what he did to Liam and I punched him--That's all there is to it."

Scott looked like he wanted to say something else but thought better of it. Stiles shook his head and sighed. He'd had enough weirdness for the day, there was no way he could handle any more. He was tired, bruised, and hungry; he just wanted to eat some curly fries and lie down in his warm comfy bed.

When they reached the Jeep, he was dead on his feet but Liam and Scott seemed perfectly in shape, neither one exhausted from the walk. In a perfect world, Stiles could experience that too but such is life. Climbing into the jeep, he started the engine and said tiredly,

"Let's go home."