benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

[ It's a bad thing to be, lost in the woods.

Not that Jesse will admit to being lost. Nope, nope. She's just wandered off from the people she was supposed to be on a class trip with.

Totally not lost. ]

Shi-- [ she pauses, because even if her dad's not around, his werewolf senses would probably be tingling if she swore for real ] --shoot.

[ A breath. ]

I am in such big trouble.

[ Who takes a class trip to Beacon Hills? That had been the question that Stiles wondered aloud when Derek warned the pack that there would be a group of kids wandering the edge of 'his' territory. He had told them not to do anything suspicious, which of course Stiles had taken as a cue to wander the very edges of the Hale property, trying to see if he could hear or smell anything from the class.

The cut off curse was the first thing that reached his ears, followed by the muttered words after the breath, and he found himself wandering towards the sound.

The scent of course was what made his nose twitch. It was human, but werewolf as well. ]

What are you doing?

[ It comes out a bit harsher than he intends and then he immediately winces, blaming Derek mentally. ]

Not that I'm actually asking, but you're just looking kinda lost - not that you are lost, but you just look it - and wow, this is just coming off all kinds of creepy.

[ Jesse turns at the voice, heart rate kicking up a bit because she didn't hear anyone approach. She might be puny human being but growing up around wolves you learn to pay a little more attention to the sounds around you.

She doesn't reply right away, but there's no reason to rush. It's only a boy after all. And roughly her age too.

Must be a local. ]

Yeah... [ she stretches that out over the "eah" ] Class trip? Here to see the preserve but managed to wander off.

[ He looks fairly harmless, she thinks, even while her father's voice echoes at the back of her head about looks and how they can be deceiving. ] Should I be creeped out?

[ Her heart rate kicks up, and it takes a lot for Stiles' eyes not to widen in reaction to it.

He got a handle on this wolf thing quickly enough, but there are still moments where his control is tenuous.

He shrugs, turning his head - scenting the preserve, but he does it subtly. He hopes. ]

Yeah, the preserve's off that way a little ways, if I remember right.

[ he looks back at her, shaking his head. ]

No, no, don't be creeped out, just your friendly neighborhood Spider man.

[ In the middle of the woods? ]

And I realize it probably seems weird that I'm out here but I have [ He jerks his thumb in the direction of the Hale house, ] A friend, who lives out here. So.

[ She's watching his body language for clues, because her nose isn't up to par with that of werewolves or Mercy, but as far as she can see he's just a boy who happens to be at home in the woods.

Who looks a little like he belong in the woods. ]

Oh, cool. [ Her brightness isn't all feigned, but there's a part of her that feels like she's just trespassed onto territory and should therefore get a move on. ] I guess I wasn't really lost after all.

So uh, thanks. [ She bobs her head a little and points both index fingers (bang, bang?) in the direction he sighted ] I guess I'll get going, [ and tries not to feel too bummed. ]

See ya, tiger. [ Hey, he started it. Who was she to resist the reference? ]

[ Stiles is watching her watching him, and he gets that prickling in the back of his neck that usually signifies the watchfulness of hunters but she doesn't look like one of the Argents.

Then again, they aren't the only hunters.

It's for observation, he thinks, as he raises a hand after a moment. ]

Hey, I can help you walk back, I know this area pretty well. It'll keep you from getting lost again, if you want?

[ he shrugs. ]

J Jonah Jameson can wait at home until I'm done.

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I hear he's a real slave driver. [ ~~Oh Jesse, if you only knew~~ She can't resist an eyebrow wiggle, or the beginnings of a conspiratorial grin that quirks at the corner of her mouth. ] And thanks, I'd appreciate that.

[ She stops, turns and holds her hand out to him then. ] I'm Jesse.

[ Stiles can't help the little grimace. ] Oh, you have no idea.

[ He grins right back at her, starting to walk and nearly running into her when she stops and turns. He takes a step back, then wipes his hand on his jeans (there's dirt, from the house) and takes it, shaking her hand, careful to keep his strength out of it. ]

Stiles. My dad's the Sheriff around here, but I don't know if he's gonna stop by the preserve, so.

Stiles, I like it. Is it short for anything?

[ When she lets go of his hand she decides that she likes Stiles. He's funny and there's something about him that reminds her oddly of Warren, even if Stiles and the much older ~~werewo--~~ man couldn't look more different. ] Can I confess? I'm not really in a hurry to get back.

Stilinksi.

[ He gives her a little grin when he says that. No one gets his first name out of him that easily.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, nodding in the direction of the preserve. ]

Come on, don't you wanna see the exciting lives of elk, and moose, and maybe a bear if you're really lucky and the bus didn't scare it off?

[ He shakes his head. ]

Don't even think about hoping for a rabid fox or anything.

I think I'll just stick to Stiles.

[ Jesse pulls the strap of her backpack, adjusting it's place on her shoulder as she starts walking again. The forest is fairly quiet all around so the crunch crunch crunch of leaves underfoot is a comforting sound. ] That exciting huh? Not that, you know, there's anything not exciting about elk, moose, bear and foxes.

So, what's it like being the sheriff's kid?

[ The sound of crunching leaves is so strangely loud in his ears, as is the rasp of her backpack. He does a good job of keeping the flinch off his face, though. ]

Oh no, it's really exciting. You see some moose, you freak out about the antlers, s'all good.

[ He swings his arms. ]

I get to go out on patrols with him, but he never lets me see the good stuff.

[ Of course, now that Stiles had his own brand of stuff to worry about, that included werewolves, and kanimas, and the like... ]

[ Derek always found running through the woods was a good way to clear his, though generally that wasn't the same case when he was being chased by hunters.

He did well to avoid them, avoiding their shots in the dark and making his way over terrain they would have difficulty with, in or out of their vehicles. He quickly scaled a small cliff and made his way closer to the camping area that was none too far away. Being in the presence of people would drive them off, even if he liked people no more than he liked them. People, at the very least were easier to deal with, and after enough time he was certain they had given up the hunt for tonight so Derek started back, slow and cautious. ]

[ He was still getting used to this kind of thing.

Being hunted was no fun game, but he was smarter about this (he felt) than Scott. He hadn't used his new strength to beat lacrosse - instead staying on the bench, safe. He didn't think Allison knew yet, but Scott did, and Stiles had told him if he told anyone there would be hell to pay.

But, the getting used to. The campgrounds were mostly abandoned at this point, just a few hippies left over from whatever festival had passed through. It was easy enough to tell dad he was going to Scott's, then drive the Jeep out to the grounds and get out, experimenting with his senses. Trying to, anyway.

He already knew he had an anchor - his mom. At least, he thought so.

When Derek's scent tickled his nose, along with the faint scent of gunpowder, he weighed getting spooked and running away versus checking it out. In the end, his curiosity won, and he headed towards the direction that he'd smelled Derek.

He thought he was being quiet, when he spotted the other werewolf. ]

[ It didn't take much to pick up Stiles scent, or his breathing or heartbeat, regardless of how much Stiles tried to slow and steady it. It was still present and Derek turned his head to him when he was close enough. ]

What are you doing out here?

T[ Stiles scowled, and when he responded his voice was low. ]

Felt like rolling around in the dirt. I'm testing the new skills out, what else?

[ He scents Derek again without getting too close. ]

Why do you smell like gun discharge?

Because the Argents have been hunting again.

[ And he knows he doesn't need to clarify more than that. They chased him out of his territory, and if there's any hunters still hanging around his house, he's going to chase them off. Unless they out number him again and by outnumber he means more than three to his one.

He breaths out heavy, still adjusting to the fact that Stiles is one of them now. ]

[ Stiles might say that it's three to Derek's two, because like hell is letting his - he meant, the Alpha go back alone. ]

Oh, well, that's just peachy keen, isn't it?

[ Stiles shifts, resting his knees on the ground. He's the picture of strain, straining to hear or smell something related to the Argents. ]

[ Derek watches him curiously, sensing the protective air around Stiles build and strain as he tries to heighten his senses.

Derek doesn't have to strain as much. He knows they've backed off for now, and if they are still in the woods, they're far enough away that Derek can't get a read on them. ]

...Did you want to practice?

[ When Derek speaks Stiles stops trying to hear so hard, relaxing back onto the ground and then looking over at the Alpha. ]

Well, yeah, that was kind of the point of coming here. It's not like I came to commune with the hippies.

[ Then, peering curiously at Derek (still getting used to being able to see in the dark - Peter Hale wasn't exactly helpful about this - he says, ] You offering to train?

[ He didn't take his eyes off of Stiles for one moment now that he was here. ]

If you're willing to accept it.

[ Stiles looked at Derek, as if considering him deeply. Then, with a slow exhale, ]

You know I'm not Scott. Peter might have bit us both but I know this is both a gift and a death sentence. And you're the only one who's been willing to help us, so yeah, I'm willing to accept it.

Okay.

[ He gives Stiles a nod. ]

Have you learned to control the shift yet?

[ The calm acceptance is... nice. At least Derek isn't giving him shit. ]

I - no, not yet. I think I'll be able to but I'm not sure. Every time I get angry I think of my m - anchor and that keeps me from going any farther. So I don't know.

[ Imagining his mother's pained face if he got angry, yeah, that's good for keeping him down. ]

It's a start but you may need to find something stronger if you're going to successfully prevent a shift.

And you need to trust your body more if you want to heighten your senses.

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#not working on the thing you should be writing

stiles is a bit werewolf, since when is up to you c:

i dislike x'ing scott out, so. PETER BIT HIM AT THE END OF S1 blames peter

Always blame peter!

he's so convienient! (also work is evil)

he really is! (and so it is sob)

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two hours till work. waargh

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booo :<

this is the only thread i can tag right now ._.;;

dude i like this thread. BE MY WOLF YODA DEREKKK

I am loving this thread so far! Wolf Yoda, I will be!