Title: My Life in a Nutshell

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

Summary: Stiles didn't come over in the first episode to check on Scott instead he headed out into the woods to try and find him there.

Warning: Slash, strong language and swearing

"Dialogue"

Thoughts

Chapter: 1 – Hidden, Bitten, and Hiding

Stiles clambered over a log. "Where are you Scott?" That's when he heard it, the crumpling of leaves. Stiles turned sharply. There – far off – three people stood. What are they holding? Is that . . . Is that a crossbow? The figure in the middle raised the weapon steady. That's a fucking crossbow! He went for his phone, hurriedly searching his pockets. My phone is in the Jeep. Fuck my phone is in the Jeep.

Stiles turned and ran, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He leaped over the log, tripping. "That is not Scott," he whispered, breathe coming harsh. "That is definitely not Scott."

He kept his pace, that it – running, jumping, tripping – the three behind him steadily catching up to him. He dove as he heard the bow let loose the arrow it sheathed. He wasn't nearly fast enough.

"Ahh . . ." Stiles let out a pained cry. Luckily the arrow only caught his side. Panting he kept going.

He tripped one last time over a log where the ground suddenly dropped. Lifting himself up his hand slid. Looking up Stiles noticed a small opening beneath the log he just tripped over. Not noticeable at this time of night, where even the brightest flashlight could only be seen for a few feet before darkness swallowed it whole. He scrambled, tears finally falling, face dirty. He slid into his new haven just as the three figures bounded of the log, looking this way and that. They finally decided to head east, thinking to circle back.

Stiles held his breath, his heart, and his sobs at bay for as long as he could. He let his eyes adjust as much as they would in the utter darkness before taking his hands off his side where the wound still bled. "Oh," he let a sob pass through his lips. The wound was worse than he thought. Clenching his teeth, he held his hands firmly to his side once more, throwing his head back.

There was a crunch of leaves, and Stiles froze. It was just above his log, his haven. Stiles held his breath. A large paw broke through the log. "No! No, no." Stiles let the mantra from his head fly through his lips. "Fuck no, fuck." He scrambled back. A giant wolf's head splintered his log, coming at him, "Help!"

Stiles fell out of his little hovel, pushing back away from the wolf with the demon red eyes. It reached him in seconds; it was going to tear him apart. Stiles heart was pounding. "I don't taste good, I promise. I'm all gamey." Stiles tried to reason with the creature – the werewolf. He backed up farther into a tree, his head hitting the trunk hard.

"Please," Stiles saw that it was about to lunge, his arm flew up to his face, blocking. It bit down, crushing the bones. Stiles screamed, kicking out, hitting the wolf in the chest. The wolf snapped once more, biting into his thigh this time. He screamed again and the world went black.

Stiles woke, a pained scream leaving his lips as he jolted awake. A pair of crimson eyes burned into the back of his brain. He heaved a sigh of relief as he looked around, noticing he was alone. The woods were still around him, silent as the watched on. He took a deep breath and noticed something very vital. "No pain," Stiles whispered, "No pain." He looked down at his arm and noticed the dried blood, but no bite. He surveyed his thigh next to see the same. He brushed his hand across his side, no wound. He looked up into the dense forest surrounding, "Crap."

Stiles made it back to his jeep, tiredly getting in and sinking into the seat. He picked up the phone and cringed – 3:00 a.m., "I am so lucky that dad has the night shift tonight." He turned the keys in the ignition.

"How am I going to hide this from Scott?" Stiles wondered out loud. Or Derek for that matter? I don't want him to harass me like he is doing with Scott. Fuck! Damn do I have a mouth tonight. So think Stiles think. What did the research say? So yeah, um – there are different kinds of werewolves.

Omegas – they are the loners, no pack, can un-attach themselves and move on. They have gold eyes primarily but have been known to have a deep blue as well, those are rare though.

Next is Betas – they follow the Alpha. Different kinds of Betas, the strong controlled betas and the pups, though they are both seen as the Alpha's to care for, very rarely does the whole of the pack act as pups, as the Alpha's personal children. Cases only ever pop up when there is an actual Supplices (submissive) Alpha. Their eyes are in varying colors, blue, gold, green and gold.

Then there is Alphas – two different kinds of Alphas, the Dominans (dominant) Alpha, the head of the pack. They tend to be aggressive and come into the pack by killing another Alpha or more likely born into it. If they are not capable then – then what? Think, think, think.

Stiles slammed his head back, eyes still on the road.

If they are not capable or compatible to be the Alpha, they will go crazy, and the true Alpha will feel the urge to kill them. Yes, okay. Next the second type of Alpha – the Supplices Alpha, submissive only to the Dominans Alpha and even then only in bed. Is most likely female, but on occasion is in fact male. A Dominans Alpha has never been dethroned once it has a Supplices in its throws. Okay and a Supplices whether male or female can eventually bare young, but if male is most likely to uh . . . adopt along with having their own. What else? What else? Dom Alpha's has Red eye, only red eyes. Sub Alpha's have purple eyes, only purple.

Why am I remembering this? I need to think of a way to hide, dammit. Shit, crap, fuck. Won't my Momma be so proud? Stiles pulled up to his house, heaving his tired body out of the car and to the door. He opened it slowly, trekking inside. He made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Stiles hung his head over the sink turning it on, slashing his face with the water. He looked up at his reflection. Fuck me sideways Batman. He stared – purple, his eyes were glowing purple. No!

"No!" Stiles hurled himself away from the mirror. "I will not be someone else's bitch. No, just no!" He slumped to the ground. "Okay shit, Stiles think man, think." He placed his head in his hands. "Okay so not wolfsbane," Stiles looked up, thinking out loud. "Wolfsbane kills, poisonous to me now. Okay next, another plant? No other plant? No wait." The apple, the wolf's apple thing, what was it called again? Lobia? Lobika? No. What was it? Lobeira, yeah that's it. On its own its sweet, werewolves use it as a treat for their young, but if eaten, and then eating the leaves, it masks a werewolf's scent. Used to hide young ones when scared that there might be an attack on the pack. Down side it nulls the werewolf's senses, making them practically human.

Stiles stood suddenly, fluidly. "Okay, research." Stiles grabbed the bottle at the edge of his sink, popping a couple pills. "Right, Scott's been noticing only the smell of Adderall on me lately, until I can get some of those fruits ordered, plus leaves I will just keep up the high dosage. Yes okay plan, now I just need to avoid Derek for a while, until I have the fruit. Okay break team." Stiles clambered into his room. He was in for a long night.

AN: So I decided to watch Teen Wolf season one over again, yeah so what I'm a repeat watcher, only true (obsessive) fans do this. It's a thing, I have a thing. Not a big deal right? Anywho, so watching the first episode I got to the scene right after the party when Stiles came to Scott's house to help and I was struck with a thought. If I were Stiles and I thought my best friend a werewolf, I wouldn't start by looking for him at his house. I would check the woods. Cause werewolf duh! So I decided to sit down and write what would happen if Stiles would have jumped to the same idiotic conclusion I would. So yeah . . . Enjoy.