Stiles slowly picked up the pace of his jog, listening to the forest around Derek's loft. Every time he heard something suspicious he could feel his hairs stand on end.

His tail stayed under the cover of his blue jeans and the "magical tattoo" under the neck of his hoodie.

The trees whirred by his face as his pace quickened, hit feet continuing to hit the forest floor at a faster beat every few steps. His mind seemed to drift as he settled in to his very quick jog.

While the insane crowding of the past few days surrounded his thinking, running seemed to keep it all at bay. Well, almost everything. It didn't seem to stop him from thinking about Derek, who was probably on his way to Argents right now to talk to him about Gerard.

Derek.

Stiles shook his head to remove the thought and looked back around the forest, lifting his nose up to take in the scent of the water droplets resting on the dark evergreen trees.

Within a few minutes he started to recognize the pine needle covered paths that littered the forest around Lydia's back fence. He began to slow his jog and as his feet slowed so did his heart beat.

The white fencing seemed to shine through the browns and greens of the back woods and Stiles easily picked out Lydia's house in the crowd of other houses.

Stiles slows his jog to a walk and makes his way around her side yard to her front door, noticing Scott's green dirt bike on the front patio.

"Seriously." Stiles breaths out, even if Scott did apologize and help bring him back into this shit-hole Stiles still wasn't particularly fond of the fact that if Scott was indeed inside he wouldn't be able to talk to Lydia about Derek.

Stiles stood by the door for a minute before doing anything else. Suddenly he felt his tail twitch. He heard the muffled voices of inside begin the full his ears. Instead of ignoring the voices he let his hearing take over, and the voices became clearer than day.

"-I just, don't know if Mason is going to get any better." Stiles can hear the True Alpha say, "He seems to be getting worse every time I go check on him. Whether it's the beating of his heart, or the way black crust is literally starting to form around his eyes and mouth."

There's a pause and Stiles can here Lydia speak up.

"What are we going to do? Is there any way we can stop it?"

There's another pause while Scott thinks.

"Honestly, I don't think we can stop it. Adding onto that, I think you've seen it too, but Stiles has basically already cho-"

That's it, Stiles was done listening. In an instant his hearing bolted out of the room and he knocked on the door.

There was silence and Prada started barking at the door.

"I'm coming!" Shouts Lydia. Scott had to already know it was him from just his smell. Or maybe not since it had changed slightly...

When the door opens Lydia smiles and welcomes him inside. Stiles' eyes fall on the couch where the alpha was sitting, and the two lock gazes for a second before Stiles glances away.

"You can," Lydia pauses, looking at Scott, "you can come inside, if you want to."

"I'll come in." Stiles says giving Scott another glance before taking a step inside, closing the fire behind him.

Lydia goes back to sit on the couch opposite from Scott and Stiles follows Lydia to the other couch.

Scott and Stiles look at each other again and hold a not so friendly, yet not hostile gaze. Sure Scott, apologized, but that wasn't going to fix everything right away.

Lydia breaks the awkward silent stares, "So. How are you Stiles?"

Stiles looks at Lydia, and Scott looks to the floor.

"I'm- I'm I don't know." Stiles looks at Scott for a second again before speaking again, "That's kind of why I came here." His gaze shifts to Lydia.

Scott's eye brows crease and Stiles can notice him slightly sniff the air, as if trying to smell the problem in the air.

"The problem isn't going to be floating in the air Scotty boy." Stiles points out.

"It might be." States Scott, giving another sniff before furrowing his eyebrows again.

"What do you smell?" Asks Lydia. Looking back and forth from the fox to the True Alpha.

"Hormones. A lot of hormones." Says Scott.

Lydia chuckles, "What? How do you even smell that?"

Stiles looks down, "That would make lot of sense."

Lydia stops laughing and looks at the werefox. "How?"

"That's why I came to talk to you."

Scott shifts his position on the couch and looks at Stiles.

---

Derek knocks on Argents door before stepping back to wait for an answer.

A minute passes by.

Then another.

"What the hell?" Derek breaths out to himself. Why would he be taking so long to answer the door?

The only conclusion he could come to is that he was still sleeping. At noon. Let's just hope that's what it is Derek thinks to himself.

Derek jiggles the handle and the door pops open without a lock.

Derek glares at the key hole in confusion. As he takes a step into the room his eyes flicker blue and his claws slide out of his finger tips.

The room was plain, nothing but the normal things you'd see in a "normal" house. There was a cabinet with plates and cups, a dining table with a few chairs and a large mirror on the wall

As he turns the corner he can see his shifted reflection leave the mirror and become replaced by a kitchen and small living area. Complete with a TV and couch.

On the opposite side of the room there is an open door leading to a bathroom and a closed door.

The door hosts a series of marks edged into it. Marks Derek had never seen before.

"What the-"

Derek is interrupted by shriek of the door as a frightened Argent jumps out holding a rifle up at Derek.

"Wowowowow!" Shouts Derek, putting his clawed hands up and watching as the pointed ends suck back into his skin.

Argents eyes graduate to slits as he gives Derek a confused look.

"Why are you here, how did you get in here?" Argent rattles off questions.

"Your door was unlocked, I have to talk to you." States Derek. He then looks at the back of the door, "But what the hell is this?"

Argent looks to the back of his door.

"Oh hell."

---

"Well then get to explaining." Says Scott, confusion etched on his face.

Stiles opens his mouth a few times before actually speaking, attempting to form the words he wanted to say without thinking about it. It didn't work.

Lydia raises her eyebrows.

"Hormones," Stiles begins, "and the pull, and the mate shit, and Derek, and my brain is terrible I don't know what's going on!" Stiles says, jumbling his thought process into what was supposed to be a thought out sentence.

"What?" Asks Scott, more confused than before.

"It's the stuff Deaton was talking about. I never thought mates were a lie since he said something about it." Stiles takes a breath, "But everything, I mean EVERYTHING he's been talking about, the pulls, the mates."

Scott and Lydia listen intensely.

"I've been feeling it." Stiles breaths out. " I've been feeling all of it ever since the first full moon when I turned."

Lydia nodded, "For Derek." She breaths out.

"For Derek." Stiles repeats.

"Wow." Scott says. "Never since I met you would I have thought you were gay."

"I'm not gay!" Stiles practically shouts, shaking his head.

"Right, uh, you're gay for Derek." Scott corrects.

"Not if I can help it." Stiles points out.

Lydia finally speaks up, "But you can't help it and that's your problem isn't it. That's why you came here?"

Stiles averts his gaze with the smart banshee and looks at his hands.

Scott stays quiet.

"Honestly, I don't know at this point." Stiles admits. "It feels so... so weird. It's like the fox in me wants him, and he wants him really bad. But for a while my human self kept denying it."

Scott looks at him, "And now your human self is starting to want him too."

Stiles hates to admit it, but he nods his head.

"Ok." Says Lydia, "Is that it?"

Stiles huffs, "Is it bad that I don't really want that feeling to go away? Like, at first I did, but I kind of like it now."

Scott and Lydia shrug, yet Scott says the truth.

"I mean it's not bad, but Stiles, if everything you just said is true, then you're going to kill Mason."

Stiles closes his eyes. "I'm gonna go." He mumbles as he grabs the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore Scott's comment.

"Thank you for telling us Stiles." Lydia says, leaning to hug the fox.

"Yeah." Stiles breaths out, "I should probably go to Argent's anyways so Derek and I can figure out why the fuck Gerard is back."

Without any other words Stiles stands up, and walks out the door.

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