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[#040] The Choice is Made, the Task is Set (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #040 – A Walk in the Woods
Title: The Choice is Made, the Task is Set
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 581
Summary: Scott and Stiles have to make a quick trip for Deaton into the Preserve.
SNAP!
“Shhh, did you hear that?”
Stiles’ head whips around towards the direction of the sound, and Scott sighs before pointing down at his friend’s foot and the branch snapped in half beneath it.
“That was you, Stiles. Relax.”
“Oh.” Stiles relaxes some, his eyes wandering over the preserve at night, the moonlight filtering through the trees in a way that gives him just enough for his human eyes to see. Scott could see better, the benefits of being a werewolf, and therefore seemed to be a bit more relaxed at being in the woods at night. “Whoops.”
“Would you relax? It’s going to be fine.”
“Going to be fine?” Stiles gestures to the woods around him. “You do realize that this is the Beacon Hills Preserve.”
“Yep.”
“On a full moon.”
“Yes, I noticed.”
“And you’re just going to pretend that that’s not a highly dangerous combination on days not a full moon? When we live in a town full of werewolves and other were-creatures that have trouble with certain similar celestial events?”
Scott sighs again, before reaching up and placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “First of all, most werewolves are smart enough not to step on twigs.”
“Wow.”
“Second, I’ve got your back. Would you trust me and relax? All we have to do is get the bark from the nematon that Deaton asked for and head back. That’s it.”
A moment of indecision crosses Stiles’ face before he shakes his head and continues to walk. “You know, just because you’re a true alpha doesn’t mean that no one is going to mess with you. I think our entire lives in Beacon Hills is pretty clear evidence of that.”
“That’s true. But I think tonight most ‘were-creatures’ have bigger things to worry about than picking a fight with me.”
Stiles shakes his head again before turning and making his way further into the woods. The rest seems to progress without much fanfare. Stiles occasionally jumps at sudden sounds but there’s little further commentary. When they finally reach the nematon itself, the woods are still quiet, and it seems like they might make it through this errand unscathed.
As Stiles is scraping the bark of the massive stump and into the jar, Deaton had given them, there’s another snap! from somewhere in the trees. Both their heads snap up, and Stiles tenses, ready for springing into action, whether it’s to fight back or run away.
“Scott?”
“Yeah, Stiles?”
“You didn’t happen to step in a stick, did you?”
“Nope.”
As they stare into the darkness, a pair of glowing eyes emerge from the tree. Scott swallows hard before shifting his stance, ready to take on the fight if needed.
“Hey, Stiles?”
“Yeah, Scott?”
“Remember what I said about everything being fine?”
“Yep.”
“I take it back.”
Stiles’ head snaps to his best friend, hands flailing in the air. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself.”
The creature comes out of the trees, all claws, and fangs, and Scott can’t help but roll his eyes at the response. “Can you wait to yell at me until after I finish this fight?”
“… Yeah, I guess.” Stiles reaches over to pat his friend on the shoulders before taking a step back. “Good luck, buddy.”
Scott sighs again before his eyes flash alpha red, and he lets out a roar of challenge. Whatever this thing is, it doesn’t know what’s about to hit it.
Gotta love Beacon Hills.
Title: The Choice is Made, the Task is Set
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 581
Summary: Scott and Stiles have to make a quick trip for Deaton into the Preserve.
SNAP!
“Shhh, did you hear that?”
Stiles’ head whips around towards the direction of the sound, and Scott sighs before pointing down at his friend’s foot and the branch snapped in half beneath it.
“That was you, Stiles. Relax.”
“Oh.” Stiles relaxes some, his eyes wandering over the preserve at night, the moonlight filtering through the trees in a way that gives him just enough for his human eyes to see. Scott could see better, the benefits of being a werewolf, and therefore seemed to be a bit more relaxed at being in the woods at night. “Whoops.”
“Would you relax? It’s going to be fine.”
“Going to be fine?” Stiles gestures to the woods around him. “You do realize that this is the Beacon Hills Preserve.”
“Yep.”
“On a full moon.”
“Yes, I noticed.”
“And you’re just going to pretend that that’s not a highly dangerous combination on days not a full moon? When we live in a town full of werewolves and other were-creatures that have trouble with certain similar celestial events?”
Scott sighs again, before reaching up and placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “First of all, most werewolves are smart enough not to step on twigs.”
“Wow.”
“Second, I’ve got your back. Would you trust me and relax? All we have to do is get the bark from the nematon that Deaton asked for and head back. That’s it.”
A moment of indecision crosses Stiles’ face before he shakes his head and continues to walk. “You know, just because you’re a true alpha doesn’t mean that no one is going to mess with you. I think our entire lives in Beacon Hills is pretty clear evidence of that.”
“That’s true. But I think tonight most ‘were-creatures’ have bigger things to worry about than picking a fight with me.”
Stiles shakes his head again before turning and making his way further into the woods. The rest seems to progress without much fanfare. Stiles occasionally jumps at sudden sounds but there’s little further commentary. When they finally reach the nematon itself, the woods are still quiet, and it seems like they might make it through this errand unscathed.
As Stiles is scraping the bark of the massive stump and into the jar, Deaton had given them, there’s another snap! from somewhere in the trees. Both their heads snap up, and Stiles tenses, ready for springing into action, whether it’s to fight back or run away.
“Scott?”
“Yeah, Stiles?”
“You didn’t happen to step in a stick, did you?”
“Nope.”
As they stare into the darkness, a pair of glowing eyes emerge from the tree. Scott swallows hard before shifting his stance, ready to take on the fight if needed.
“Hey, Stiles?”
“Yeah, Scott?”
“Remember what I said about everything being fine?”
“Yep.”
“I take it back.”
Stiles’ head snaps to his best friend, hands flailing in the air. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself.”
The creature comes out of the trees, all claws, and fangs, and Scott can’t help but roll his eyes at the response. “Can you wait to yell at me until after I finish this fight?”
“… Yeah, I guess.” Stiles reaches over to pat his friend on the shoulders before taking a step back. “Good luck, buddy.”
Scott sighs again before his eyes flash alpha red, and he lets out a roar of challenge. Whatever this thing is, it doesn’t know what’s about to hit it.
Gotta love Beacon Hills.