How to Catch a Wolf

Chapter 1: Discovery

AN: So, I decided to venture into Teen Wolf territory with my bestie, DistantDarkPlaces. He is a huge Sterek fan and converted me as well :P this is a joint fic and beta'ed by the lovely Rikkamaru. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Warnings: this is a Sterek fic so that means boy x boy relationship. If you don't like, don't read because flames will be used to roast marshmellows~!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters T.T if I did, Sterek would be canon and Scott wouldn't as much of a lovesick idiot.

One of Danny's favorite ways to kill time is to people watch. Sometimes, when he needs to clear his head, he drives over to the small Beacon Hills Mall and takes in the drama and ridiculousness of the people around him. His personal version of meditation is how he first realized that something is wrong with Stiles.

Danny can already tell today is going to be a good day, as he zips down the road in his speedy blue Yaris. He hits every green light, and arrives at school a little early- a small miracle for a Monday. Rather than subject himself to the perpetual social war occurring in the hallways, he heads straight to his first class. There were only a couple of people sitting in the dated classroom and he makes his way to his usual spot in the back.

Just as he gets himself situated, Scott and Stiles appear in the doorway. Danny watches them stalk across the classroom and slump down into their seats across from one another.

The teens are cute in their own ways. Scott's clear, tan skin and dark, curly hair give him that Hollister boy look. The fact that he had gained some muscle over the past few months definitely helped his appearance as well. Danny lets his eyes slide from Scott's well defined arms, to Stiles' pale skin. Stiles isn't your Hollywood depiction of sexy, but something about him definitely makes Danny's pulse accelerate, though he always denied it to avoid any uncomfortable situations. Maybe it's Stiles' plump, soft lips. Danny shakes his head to clear the thought of Stiles' lips from his mind. The classroom was filling up with students, and the last thing he needs is a first period hard-on. After all, Stiles is straight. Very straight. The guy had a long time crush on Lydia Martin.

Danny quietly pretends to read his Spanish textbook as he eavesdrops on the boys' conversation. After only a few seconds, he realizes it isn't much of a conversation at all. Scott is droning on about Allison's latest mood swing, and brainstorming ways to get their on-again-off-again relationship restarted. What catches Danny off guard was how Stiles just sits there. His honey brown eyes are cast down at the desk, and there isn't even a hint of his usual ADHD ramblings. Just then, Señor Gomez walks, broadcasting his usual "¡Hola Clase!" and breaks Danny's train of thought.

The rest of his day goes off without a hitch and by the time he's driving home, Stiles' odd behavior isn't even on his mind. The only problem is Stiles' somber mood didn't seem to be changing. Every morning, it was the same routine. Scott babbles on and on about Allison, and Stiles quietly sits there, staring vacantly at his desk. Finally, by Friday, Danny has seen enough. Stiles is never quiet. Danny doesn't think it's even physically possible for Stiles to be quiet for this long. Frankly, it's starting to freak him out. Yes, the kid is annoying, but it just doesn't feel right to see him like this. Since Scott doesn't seem to notice, Danny takes it upon himself to fix it.

Danny gets his chance to confront Stiles at lunch. He lets out a soft sigh as he stands in line to buy his sad excuse of a chicken Caesar salad. He walks past his usual table, glancing at Jackson, and heads for the reject table where Stiles sits silently. He had already texted Jackson to tell him why he wouldn't be sitting with him today. After all, the last thing he needed was the already possessive jock freaking out while he was trying to get to the bottom of the 'silent Stiles' issue. As Danny takes the seat in front of Stiles, he notes Scott isn't there yet, which is a definite bonus. After seeing the sad boy slouching over the cafeteria table, Danny didn't think he could be nice to Scott right now.

Stiles was so lost in thought, that he just assumed it was his idiot friend who sat down in front of him. When he hears Danny clear his throat, Stiles jumps in his seat at the unexpected presence, nearly falling over.

"What's wrong?" Danny asks, while looking into the sad, light brown eyes of the normally happy, hyperactive boy. For a second, Stiles just stares at Danny like a deer in the headlights. Danny was a handsome guy. He had broad shoulders, dark features, and an aura of confidence that Stiles was just a little jealous of.

"What?" Stiles finally manages to stammer out. Danny sighs.

"You've been silent for almost all week. It's unnerving, Dude." Stiles' perfectly shaped eyebrows pulled together as he stares down at the tasteless turkey sandwich he had been picking at. "Well?" Danny barks out. Stiles folds his arms across his chest, looking away from the other teen defiantly.

"Nothing's wrong. Maybe I just have nothing to say." Danny raises an eyebrow at this. It must be worse than he thought.

"You always have something to say." Stiles looks up at Danny, worn down and anguished. It was the face of someone with too much on their mind.

"I just-… I just thought I was in love with Lydia, but after everything that's happened, I realized that I don't stand a chance with her. I can't understand why she would want to be with a dick like Jackson, but she does and it sucks!" Danny nods in understanding.

"So, you're upset that she's in love with Jackson?"

"No." Stiles sighs heavily, running a hand through his chocolate colored hair. He had decided to let it grow out over the summer and was still getting used to the longer feel. "There's someone else, but it's complicated. They probably hate me with a fiery passion, but I can't get them out of my head. I thought I hated them too, but recently it's been different. I spent so much time chasing after Lydia, I don't even know what it feels like to be interested in someone else. Ya know?" Stiles pauses his train of thought, frowning at the tanned teen. "Why am I even telling you all of this?" He grumbles, suddenly finding his half-destroyed sandwich very interesting.

"Maybe because you needed to talk about it to someone." Danny replies, ignoring the harsh tone in Stiles' question. "Why don't I help out? We can figure out if you really do like this girl, and I'll help you ask her on a date." Danny grins as Stiles' face instantly lights up. This is how Stiles should always look- smiling and excited, Danny thought to himself. Stiles was so excited that he had someone to talk to again that his mouth went into turbo mode.

"Really? Are you sure you don't have plans or something? Because I would totally understand if you have a date, or want to go to a club, or need to wash your hair or something. I mean it is a Friday night. Oh! Maybe we can even practice lacrosse since I'm going to be first line this season? Oh oh oh! It would be great to work on that chemistry project too! I just don't understand why Mr. Harris hates me! I mean what did I ever do-"

"Stiles!" Danny interrupts, secretly grateful that the boy in front of him was starting to act like his normal, hyperactive self again. "Why don't we take it one step at a time? I'll come over after practice today and we can work on homework while you vent." Stiles beams at the offer, and finally starts to eat some of his lunch. After solidifying their plans Danny, gets up to see Jackson, and nearly bumps into Scott. Danny shoves his hands into his pockets, glaring at Scott.

"Oh hey Danny." Scott smiles, oblivious to the angry scowl spreading across Danny's face. Danny couldn't help but be pissed off at Scott for not helping Stiles with this sooner. He wondered if Scott has pulled his head out of Allison's ass long enough to even notice how different Stiles has been.

Danny simply mutters "Bros before hoes dude," and shoves past Scott, knocking him to the side with his broad shoulders.

"What's his problem?" Scott asks as he slouches down into his chair. Sometimes Stiles wondered if Scott was actually a weredog and not a werewolf. No human should be able to imitate a kicked puppy quite so well. Stiles just grunts and continues to pick at his sandwich. "Dude, I think that Allison is really going to take me back this time! I have this really great date planned! Can you cover for me tonight?" Stiles almost didn't hear the question because he was too busy tearing the crust from his sandwich into smaller and smaller pieces.

"Sure." Stiles huffs. "Dad's working the night shift and Danny is coming over to study. So, I'll just say that you came over too." Scott splutters, spraying his Sprite everywhere as he coughs. A small amount of soda dribbles down his chin, which he quickly wipes up with his sleeve before interrogating Stiles.

"Wait. What? Danny's going over to your house?" Scott looks between Stiles, and Danny, who was now a few tables over, the shock evident on his face.

"I have other friends besides you, Scott." Stiles mutters irritatedly.

"I uh, I know that." Scott frowns. "I just, well, um, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's cool dude, I know." Stiles says, because honestly he knows Scott doesn't mean to be insensitive, he just doesn't think things through before he says them. Too bad being a werewolf doesn't make you smarter. Scott glances over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening in.

"Are you coming to the pack meeting tomorrow night?" He whispers before looking around one last time. Because that wasn't suspicious at all.

"No. I have plans." Stiles snaps as Scott's eyes widen in shock. Stiles never had plans.

"But Derek's going to be pissed." Scott whined.

"He'll get over it. Besides, I'm going to give the walls a rest. I'm sure they're tired of having me thrown against them all the time."

"What could be more important than the meeting?!" Scott yelps, scandalized. Stiles bites his lip, chewing on it as he scours the cafeteria for an out.

"Danny and I are going to run drills for lacrosse."

"But I always help you with lacrosse." Scott pouts.

"You have a meeting." Stiles sneers, and with that, he gets up, tosses the mutilated remnants of his sandwich into the trash, and marches out of the cafeteria.

Stiles spends lacrosse practice talking to Danny and avoiding Scott which was hard to do on the small field. He didn't even shower after practice just to avoid being cornered by the dejected and somewhat pissed off werewolf. He makes it home about fifteen minutes before Danny pulled his car into the Stilinski's driveway, giving him just enough time to frantically clean his room and pop an Adderall. The hyperactive teen bounds down the stairs, two at a time, and swings open the door before Danny even had a chance to knock. He couldn't remember the last time someone besides Scott had come over just to see him without some ulterior motive.

"Hey!" Stiles beams at the good looking teen standing in his doorway. He holds the door open and offers Danny a drink before they head up to his room. As Danny follows Stiles up the narrow staircase, he couldn't help but watch his ass flex.

Stiles' room was fairly organized for someone who had such a hard time focusing. Danny raises an eyebrow at all of the comics on the bookshelf and the book on werewolf lore open on Stiles' desk. Stiles laughs nervously, and slaps the book off the desk, causing it to land on the floor with a loud thump.

'Calm down Stiles' he yells at himself.

As Danny takes a seat on Stiles' bed he realizes what a bad idea this might have been. Before he has a chance to let that thought develop, Stiles plops down next to him.

"So…um…what are we supposed to talk about?

"Whatever you want." Danny replies. "We need to sort out your feelings for this mystery girl." Stiles sighs, letting his back flop down on the bed and stares at the tiny cracks on his ceiling. He knew the first time Danny had said "girl" he was going to have to correct him sooner than later, and it wasn't going to be easy. Hell, Stiles hasn't even come to terms with his sexuality yet. What was he, gay? Bi? Who knows.

"Danny I haven't been completely open with you." Stiles states sheepishly, making a point to avoid Danny's questioning eyes.

"Oh." Danny glances down at the nervous boy next to him and tries to catch his gaze.

"Well, um…" Stiles suddenly finds his mouth dry and his tongue uncooperative. After a deep breath, he was able to squeak out the truth. "The person that's been on my mind, isn't exactly a girl."

"Ooohhh!" Danny exclaimed, his dark brown eyes widening in shock and his mouth dropping ever so slightly. "But you're straight Stiles." He deadpans. Stiles huffs as he sits up on the bed.

"Well I thought I was. I mean, I used to be into Lydia, but-"

"Obsessed." Danny interjects. Stiles just rolls his eyes at the interruption and continues on.

"-But, I just don't know anymore. I never really looked at guys before him. I never even knew this part of me existed." Danny just nods in understanding. The boys sit in silence for a few moments, both of them processing the situation. It was Danny who finally broke the silence. He wraps his muscular arm around Stiles' shoulders comfortingly. It was out of place and something Stiles never imagined happening, but he found himself leaning into the embrace. Relief washes over him and he realizes just how much he needed to get all of this off of his chest. Stiles shifts his focus from the floor to Danny's face.

"Thanks Danny." Stiles mutters weakly, giving the other teen a hesitant smile.

"Anytime dude. It's not going to be easy, but I will be here to help you through this." Danny smirks, finding a way to break the tension. "So do I get a name for this mystery guy, or do I just have to use my imagination?" Stiles pulls away from Danny as if burned, and twists his whole body so that he was looking at him straight on.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"I can get past that for now." Danny's smirk widens. "Just know that until you tell me otherwise, I'm going to imagine it's Greenberg." Danny laughs as Stiles snorts with laughter. It felt so nice to have someone to talk to- someone who was on his side. With all the crazy werewolf business that had been going on, having a normal human to confide in was truly awesome. "So, how did you meet him?" Danny asks, back to business.

"Well he's a friend of a friend, but to be honest the whole thing is kind of a mess. When we first met, we couldn't stand each other. His favorite past time was, and still is, shoving me into hard surfaces. Not in the kinky kind of way or anything, but in the 'I will tear your throat out' kind of way."

"Charming." Danny snorts. It really wasn't. Stiles spent much of the first half of his relationship making up excuses for the ugly purple and yellow bruises that dotted his pale skin. Luckily, he played lacrosse and was accident prone, or his dad might have been a bit more suspicious.

Stiles thought back to all the changes in his relationship with Derek. Even though there was no major declaration of respect or understanding between them, things had definitely changed. For one, he was no longer afraid of the 'Sourwolf'. Even when he did get slammed into a wall, it was more of a shove, and Derek's hands always lingered on him for just a moment too long. Not that he minded, of course. The werewolf even started to take Stiles' rambling in stride. Then there was the sniffing. Derek always thought he was so sly when he would brush past Stiles and breath in his scent, but Stiles had caught on.

Stiles tried to explain these nuances to Danny, but he doubted that Danny really understood. Danny took in all of the information, and gave it some thought before he formulated a plan. This was more complicated and involved than he had previously realized.

"It sounds like you're not just going to be able to ask this guy straight up." Danny muses. "So we will have to take the indirect route."

"Indirect route?" Stiles asks, cocking his head to the side. A spark filled Danny's eyes.

"Yeah. The concept is simple really. We make him jealous. By the time we're finished, the two of you will definitely be a couple." Danny smirks mischievously. Helping Stiles was going to be much more fun than he originally thought.

FN: well, that's all for now~! now back to the Batman-verse for a bit and I'll be back soon! my bestie demands it! XP