Roughly two hours before the "closet incident"

"There's new people. And some of them smell funny."

Isaac announced abruptly. Erica paused in the middle of toweling off her hair. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What do you mean by funny? Like, haha, clown funny, or like, there's another crazy alpha werewolf turning teenagers in the woods willy nilly funny?"

She asked, and Peter looked up from his newspaper and grinned at her creepily. Seriously, that guy is really creepy. Stiles threw a layer of gooey lacrosse gear from the incident at Deaton's clinic onto a chair and added in,

"First of all, clowns are not funny. They're just creepy. Also, who says willy nilly? That's stupid."

As the wolves and assorted other creatures around the room added in their arguments as to why or why not clowns were creepier than Kanimas and why willy nilly was a perfectly acceptable word, thank you very much, Derek started to wonder why he thought turning a bunch of teenagers was such a wonderful idea. He let out a growl that silenced the room, with the exception of Stiles, who kept talking animatedly for a few seconds before he realized that no one else was. Derek rolled his eyes as the teen's speech slowly wound down into nothing.

"Thank you. Now, Isaac, what were you saying about new people?"

Isaac took a second to realize he was being addressed.

"Oh, right. Well, after we got rid of the thing down at the animal hospital, I was the cleanest so me and Stiles went to go pick up Lydia. After we dropped her off at her house we went to go get fries 'cause someone-"

He glared at Stiles and stressed the someone- "was hungry, and three guys came out of the woods. They smelled really weird. I don't know how to explain it, they just smelled weird. Anyways, Stiles was still inside Jack in the Box because he takes forever to order, so I followed them. They picked up two girls, one of them smelled funny too, then they went up to that old cabin at the far end of the preserve. And should I mention I followed them all the way there and came back and Stiles was just finishing ordering. And he didn't even share."

He pouted at the other teen, who didn't look sorry in the least.

"Hey, you want to steal some of my curly fries, you will have to pry them out of my cold, dead hands. And there's no guarantee that I won't come back as a ghost to haunt you and steal every single fry you try to eat for the rest of your life. I'll also stab you."

The pack was used to his weird rants and pretty much ignored him, except for making mental notes not to steal fries from Stiles in the future. Scott, who already knew that from previous and very painful experience, spoke up.

"You think these people are dangerous? I mean, it's not every day that we get visitors in Beacon Hills, especially ones that smell 'funny' "

Derek frowned.

"I don't know. We should check them out to make sure. Once everyone is all cleaned up, of course."

He added, looking at Allison, who was scraping whipped cream out of her shoes, and Boyd, who flung little clouds of flour into the air every time he moved too drastically. Man, that was a weird incident. Now it was Stiles' turn to pout.

"Come on, that'll take foreeeever. You, me, and Scott are already pretty clean. Let's just go now. Isaac can go get some fries of his own while we're gone."

Derek sighed.

"Okay, fine, whatever. A smaller group will be easier to hide anyway."

Stiles jumped up happily and clapped his hands, pleased he got his way.

"Woo hoo! Adventure! Allons-y!"

He grabbed his red hoodie off a hook on his way out the door, slipping it over his head as he bounced outside. Erica mumbled something about the dude making fun if her for willy nilly and then using a word he got from Doctor Who, but the hyperactive teen was already out of earshot. Derek groaned to himself then picked up his leather jacket, much more calmly.

They decided to take Stiles' Jeep rather than Derek's Camaro, partially because it draws less attention, but mostly it can take the woodsy roads a little better. Stiles blasted his music the whole way, singing along loudly. By the time they got to the stranger's cabin, Derek was ready to kill something.

Scott, however, was a bit more rational and knocked gently to confirm that no one was home. When there was no answer and the two werewolves' keen hearing and sense of smell didn't pick up anything, Stiles, ever the delinquent, knelt down to pick the lock.

When they'd gotten it open, the group of three slipped inside the dark cabin. Derek flipped the light switch and the place was illuminated with brightness. They looked around for a while but didn't find anything that screamed I'm an evil werewolf. Stiles was about to break into the fridge for a snack when both werewolves heard a distant screech of brakes. That meant a car. Which meant if they didn't get out soon, they'd be caught by whatever these new things were.

They could hear the tires crunching on the gravel driveway, and the engine idling smoothly. Derek cursed quietly and shoved the other two into the nearest closet, following and shutting the door behind himself. And not a moment too soon.

A key clicked in the door, then there were footsteps entering the house. Five people, from the sound of it, two females and three males. The fine layer of dust coating the closet prevented them from smelling the 'funny' scent Isaac had described. Luckily, the new arrivals didn't seem to be aware of their presence, and the opening title of Mythbusters started playing, muffled by the walls of the closet. They all stood as still as possible while they waited for an opportunity to escape.

That is, until the spider. Stiles could handle werewolves, Kanimas, Alphas, crazy hunters, ghosts, pretty much any scary thing that would make grown men cry, but spiders was where he drew the line.

And there one was, dangling in front of his face, looking all creepy and mocking him. It swung a little closer and Stiles squealed, stepping backwards and hitting the wall with a small thump.

Derek didn't say anything, but his glare said that there was a multitude of colorful and not exactly G rated words he would like to say. He listened carefully with his ear pressed against the wall, but no one seemed to have heard, as the conversation didn't even falter. But there was something familiar about some of those voices...

"We know you're in there. Just come out of the closet."

Oops. Apparently they did hear. Stiles couldn't resist.

"Dude, there are soo many jokes I could make from that, I don't even know where to begin."

Derek sent his best glare over to the other side of the closet.

"Seriously, shut up!" He hissed. "What's even wrong with you?"

"He must have been dropped on the head a lot as a child."

Scott chimed in unhelpfully.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, come out of the- out of there."

The guy outside demanded, sounding slightly confused. Derek growled at the two teenagers and motioned for them to get out there.

"Okay, okay we're coming."

Stiles said, moving a broom out of his way.

"Why is there so much stuff in here anyway?"

He tripped over something on the floor, knocking the broom he had just moved into the wall with a thump. He landed next to one of those creepy wolf pelts and held it up so they could see.

"Ow! Hey, it looks like you guys. Think you're related?"

He asked as he moved it off to the side. Derek held back the urge to rip his throat out. For now.

"You are such an idiot."

Was all he could say. Stiles grinned at them over his shoulder then swung the closet door open. He took one step out then fell flat on his face, typical Stiles style.

"Idiot."

This time it was Scott, although he was holding back a laugh when he said it.

"Stiles?"

Derek realized that it was one of the men outside saying it. Stiles looked up cheerfully.

"Detective Grimm Guy! Fancy meeting you here. What a coincidence."

Derek and Scott stepped over the teen, who was still sprawled out on the ground ungracefulmy.

"You know these people?"

Scott asked, glaring down at Stiles. "That would have been helpful to know before we broke in."

Stiles sat up, moving the offending boot that had tripped him.

"It wasn't my fault! I didn't know it was them. Derek knows them too!"

Derek responded by rolling his eyes and holding back a few choice words. One of the guys, Monroe, Derek was pretty sure his name was, spoke as Stiles got to his feet.

"Not that this reunion isn't, you know, nice, but what exactly are you three doing hiding in our closet?"

Stiles grinned up at him.

"Well..."